After pompom enters Hades

In the silence where the needle drop could be heard, Zhu Ning saw the word Hu Qingjun written on another name tag on the teacher's chest.

The name sounds nice, Zhu Ning thought indifferently,

Hu Qingjun stared at the large piece of paper on Huai Zilin's neck for a full minute. For a while, Hu Qingjun decided that the piece of paper was just some kind of decoration on the headless corpse.

But when he saw the circle eyes drawn in pencil on the piece of paper and blinked vividly, Hu Qingjun's expression changed from confusion to indescribable uncertainty.

Zhu Ning: "Look, doesn't it still have a head?"

Huaizilin was furious, and the mouth torn out of the rice paper opened and closed: "Where is this head!!!"

Zhu Ning pointed to Huai Zilin's mouth, and reported to the teacher confidently: "Look, this head has spoken."

Hu Qingjun took a deep breath, and finally made his voice calm and steady: "This new classmate, Huai Zilin... did you do this?"

It's useless not to admit it. Dozens of students in the corridor saw the scene just now, and Zhuan Liang shouted angrily:

"It was he who smashed Huaizilin's head!!!"

Zhu Ning nodded innocently and admitted: "The three of them gathered together to bully the first-year classmates and almost beat Zhuan Yi to death. I just swung Huai Zilin Yi's schoolbag thousands of times, and then his head became like this."

Zhu Ning was still a little nervous, afraid that the new class teacher would look at the schoolbag, but fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on Huai Zilin's head.

Hu Qingjun saw that the other students had no objection, and his expression became confused again. He stepped forward and reached out to touch Huai Zilin's rice paper forehead.

On Huai Zilin's freehand brushwork style face, he successfully penciled in an expression of anticipation. He seemed to have inexplicable adoration and admiration for Hu Qingjun. He believed that the teacher in charge could change his head back.

At this time, among the students watching, several people whispered in a small voice: "Mr. Hu is very good at puppetry, and it will definitely be easy to expose this transfer student's little trick."

Most of the students now believe that in order to tease Huai Zilin, Zhu Ning cast some kind of spell on his head, and everyone is waiting with bated breath for the teacher in charge to undo the spell.

Some studious students even took out their notebooks to record Hu Qingjun's techniques.

After touching the white paper for a few seconds, Hu Qingjun frowned even tighter. Based on what he had learned all his life, he couldn't see how the technique of turning ghost heads into paper puppets was accomplished.

Hu Qingjun was confused, raised his hand again with an extremely serious expression, pinched Huai Zilin's paper chin, and gently tugged...

Stab it!

A corner of Huai Zilin's jaw was torn off.

Everyone: "!!!"

Zhu Ning hardly looked at Huai Zilin's present face, silently looked away, and stared at the wall with no evil.

Huai Zilin originally had a handsome and thin face, but Zhu Ning also pinched a sharp paper chin for him very thoughtfully.

Therefore, combined with the dark circle pupils painted wildly with a pencil, this soul painting is somewhat similar to the original Huaizilin.

Now, the tip of Huaizilin's chin was just torn off, and his face has turned into a big fat round. Coupled with the dark round pupils, he is not like the original slightly weird handsome boy.

More like the one on the Wangzai milk tin.

Huaizilin's expression of conviction immediately turned into fright when he heard the sound of stabbing, the pencil drawing's big eyes stared round, and Wangzai's face was full of horror!

Hu Qingjun held the corner of the thin rice paper, and froze for half a minute, and finally withdrew his hand, folded a small piece of Huai Zilin's chin and put it in his pocket.

"This new classmate, what's your name?"

"Zhuning."

"Deduct 5 points, deliberately hurt classmates."

Huai Zilin and Zhuan Liang, who were terrified by the chin tearing incident, immediately showed complacent expressions, looking down at Zhu Ning, and were successfully diverted by the head teacher.

Zhu Ning was very angry at first, and even planned to go to the classroom and dormitory with his mouth more than two meters wide open to reason with the teacher in the middle of the night.

But it's true to say that it was intentional injury. After all, under the heavy blow of Zhu Ning's schoolbag, Huai Zilin's head was indeed... not as good-looking as before.

But Zhu Yuxuan and Zhuan Yi, who followed Zhu Ning out, turned pale in an instant, Zhu Yuxuan secretly pulled Zhu Ning's sleeve, and tremblingly said in a very small voice: "It's over, it's over... plus and Wen Chun's classmate deducted 1 point, cousin, you only have 94 points now."

Hu Qingjun turned to leave, and Zhuan Liang made a hand gesture to Zhu Ning to wipe his neck unscrupulously, and said with a cruel smile: "Hehe, you have to go to the dean to make up lessons on the first day, you are dead!"

Zhu Ning: "Teacher, I will report Huai Zilin for violating school rules."

Zhu Yuxuan and Zhuan Yi next to him were taken aback, Zhuan Yi swayed over and wanted to hold Zhu Ning, his voice was full of fear: "We have no evidence, falsely accusing a classmate of murder will be punished by Houhu Duty, then, there ..."

But Zhu Ning's words successfully ignited the atmosphere in the corridor, and many students looked out, while Huai Zilin and Zhuan Liang gloated and waited to see the good show.

Hu Qingjun turned around with displeasure on his face: "Student Zhu Ning, on your first day of class, you want to receive both detention and Houhu duty?"

Zhuan Liang even whistled beside him happily.

Several people knew that Huai Zilin killed Wen Chun, but there was no surveillance on the Desen Middle School campus, and everything was groundless.

Zhu Ning: "Last night at 2 o'clock, Huaizilin chased Wen Chun...",

Hu Qingjun's complexion got worse and worse.

Huai Zilin's paper face laughed even more: "You want to say that I chased Wen Chun to your dormitory last night? Any teacher can tell that Wen Chun died before 2 o'clock... ..."

Zhu Ning interrupted Huaizilin, and finished the second half of his sentence: "Huaizilin chased Wen Chun's ghost to dormitory 209, so...he violated the school's rules and entered the dormitory after 9 o'clock in the evening!"

Everyone: "Huh?"

The smiles of Huai Zilin and Zhuan Liang froze completely.

Zhu Ning: "So he should be deducted 3 points, and Huai Zilin is Wen Chun's roommate and classmate, Wen Chun failed to protect himself from being murdered, Huai Zilin should deduct another 3 points according to school regulations."

Huai Zilin also showed panic, now he has to go to the dean, he just lost his head, now it is not certain whether he will come back alive.

Huai Zilin desperately argued: "I have never been to his dormitory."

Zhu Ning said calmly: "I have evidence."

As he said that, Zhu Ning quickly took out his mobile phone, clicked on a certain dark photo, and held it in front of the head teacher with a blue face.

This is exactly the photo Zhu Ning took from the pillow when he woke up last night and was almost scared to death by Huai Zilin.

In the dark photo, a person is bending over to face the camera. There is nothing on his neck. He is a terrifying headless ghost.

Zhu Yuxuan, who saw this picture next to him, rolled his eyes and shook a few times and fell to the ground.

Zhu Ning clicked on the photo with his fingertips, looked at the head teacher, "Look, Huaizilin is connecting dormitories."