Ayanokouji always wants me to confess

I let out a breath and slowly turned around to see the situation clearly.

The reason why I am worried is because there will be unknown objects transformed by monster-level consciousness in the different world, which I cannot deal with.It's like ordinary people suddenly broke into a monster that they couldn't deal with in their normal daily life.Moreover, if something happens in this different world, there will be problems with my body in reality.

When I turned around, the classroom was still the same as before, the students were still buried in the test papers, I don’t know who just looked up at me, or the camera here, I looked up at the monitor, straight Looking into the depths of the monitor, he took out a gun from his pocket.Using a fake gun in a different world has the same effect as using a real gun in reality. I have thought that I might have such a situation before, so I keep a pistol with me, it won’t take up too much space.But when it is actually used, the trigger port is a bit too narrow, and the range is also very short, only five to ten meters.

"Teacher." A child grabbed my trouser leg and said, "Can I hand in the test now?"

Am I considered a teacher?

It seems that there are no adults here, will they appear after a while?Or are there no adults ever going to pass by here?

I am not let down by the peaceful state at this stage.Although there was only one hostile line of sight just now, I am not at all surprised that these children suddenly peeled off and turned into huge monsters.The animations and games I have watched and played over the years are not fake.

"Just put it on the podium."

I held the gun in my pocket with one hand and didn't want to pick up the test paper.

The child was also very obedient. He put the test paper on the table, and then sat back in his seat, sitting in a strange silence.This is not all together, but after completing the test papers, the students will sit quietly in their seats. This feeling does not seem to be described as obedient, but a feeling of sitting quietly waiting for a trial.This makes me a little uncomfortable.

"Aren't you going out to play?"

"Only learning is what we should do."

What I got was this answer.

But as soon as I approach the door, there will be eyes watching me, even if I turn my back, none of the students turned their heads to look at me, and even the direction of the camera did not change.

There is no way to get out like this.

So I went to the podium and started to look at the test papers of the students. Four or five-year-old children were already doing logic questions at the middle grade level in elementary school, and most of the children got good scores.After the last student handed in, a student looked up and asked me: "Teacher, how is the ranking this time?"

The test paper is full of student ID numbers, without real names.

"No ranking."

I used to study abroad, and the school teachers never directly explained their ranking in the class to the students. Children in this age group can't even understand what a score is.Learning happily is what they should do, and the test paper is just to test their behavior.I know it's not the same as in Japan, but since I'm being approached, I want to see who's attention I'm going to get.

"It's just an exercise."

The children's faces were like sunflowers facing the sun, all looking up at me.

My eyes swept over their faces one by one, and when I met a little boy with reddish-brown hair, my body suddenly seemed to be pushed into the abyss, and my hands and feet couldn't help struggling.When I opened my eyes again, Ayanokōji's face was enlarged in front of me, he was so close to me, so close that I could feel the heat of his breath falling on the skin of my face.My heart skipped a beat subconsciously, and I directly raised my hand to push his shoulder, telling him to stay away from me.

Ayanokoji said calmly, "Are you sleeping here?"

"No, I'm meditating."

"I tried it just now, you should be sleeping."

Tentative?

I frowned: "What are you trying to do?"

I subconsciously raised my hand and wiped my face.

He's not going to draw something on my face.

Ayanokōji's gaze moved with the movement of my hand, and he said calmly, "I don't know."

"..."

It is also impossible for me to grab his collar and ask him what he was doing, and I just came back from another world, or I actually had a dream, anyway, my whole head is groggy, and I feel that the memory is not Very clear.I couldn't help rubbing my temples.

Ayanokōji sat down on the seat next to me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Headache."

As soon as I finished speaking, Ayanokouji's hand rested on my forehead very naturally.

"..."