When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Teacher Zhang's answer made everyone feel as if they were in an ice cellar, with a chill spreading from the soles of their feet to their entire bodies.

Li Ge stretched out a finger, dug his ear hard, and asked again: "Teacher, what did you just say?"

"I asked you who Mao Houwang is?" Teacher Zhang still looked confused, as if he had never heard of this name.

"Say it again?!" Li Ge slapped the table again, pointed at Teacher Zhang, and seemed to be a little out of control.

"What's wrong with you today, Li Ge?" Teacher Zhang also got angry: "Has no one taught you how to respect teachers? Who is Mao Houwang? Is there such a person in our section?!"

"What a joke!!!"

Li Ge overturned the table in front of him, making a loud "bang", and then rushed out of the classroom regardless of everything.

"Li Ge, what are you doing?!" Teacher Zhang shouted, and was about to chase him out, but was stopped by Zhou Yulong.

Zhou Yulong was no longer calm at this time, and said with trembling lips: "Teacher Zhang, Mao Houwang is a classmate of our class, how could you not know?"

"Even you say that?" Teacher Zhang panted, obviously very angry: "What Mao Houwang, how could I not know that there is such a person in our class?"

Zhou Yulong pulled Teacher Zhang to Zhou Chang's side, pointed to the empty seat next to him and said: "Here, this is Mao Houwang's seat!"

Looking at this empty table, Teacher Zhang frowned and thought again.

The students in the class had long lost their ability to think, and they looked at Teacher Zhang without even daring to breathe.

After a while, Teacher Zhang said: "No one sits here."

"What did you say?" Zhou Yulong was stunned.

Teacher Zhang looked a little ugly, "If you are playing a prank on the teacher, I advise you to stop."

"This empty seat was arranged by Zhou Chang when he found me and said he wanted to have a table by himself."

Everyone turned their eyes to Zhou Chang again.

Being watched by so many people, Zhou Chang became a little nervous again, swallowing his saliva constantly: "That's right, but it was because I was bullied by Mao Houwang that I asked for a table by myself, right? Besides, you didn't agree to me at that time."

Speaking of this, Zhou Chang's voice quietly became louder: "You said at that time that there were an even number of students in the class, and it was not convenient to arrange a seat for each person. When you were free, you would help me exchange seats with others... Didn't you say that?"

"I have never said such a thing." Teacher Zhang shook his head and said with great certainty: "And there have always been 51 students in the class, so where is the even number?"

"How could I not have said that? You..." Zhou Chang was a little anxious and wanted to say more, but Zhou Yulong waved his hand to stop him.

Then, Zhou Yulong lowered his head and took out a few books from Mao Houwang's desk drawer: "What's the matter with these textbooks, teacher?"

"What's the matter?" Teacher Zhang looked at him strangely: "Students in the class often lose their textbooks, so every time I distribute textbooks, I will ask for an extra set. If you are missing or lost, you can go and get it... Is this strange?"

Hearing Teacher Zhang's answer, Zhou Yulong was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head firmly: "It can't be like this, because..."

As he said, Zhou Yulong opened the textbook in his hand.

The next second, the confident expression on his face was quickly replaced by horror, and the textbook in his hand slipped to the ground, and he kept muttering to himself: "This is impossible, this is impossible..."

"What is impossible, class monitor, what are you talking about!" An anxious classmate walked up directly, grabbed the textbook on the ground and flipped through it.

As his fingertips flipped through it, the student's face became visibly pale.

Others couldn't help their curiosity and gathered around.

But without exception, the students who had seen the textbooks all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

More and more people gathered around, and the students who couldn't grab the books went to Mao Houwang's desk to look for other textbooks.

Ye Haoyu relied on his tall stature to squeeze into the crowd and grabbed a Chinese textbook. After flipping through it, he handed it to Su Yuan with a shocked face: "Old Su, there's nothing."

Su Yuan took it and looked at it, frowning deeply.

The textbook was not that new, and there were obvious signs of use.

But as Ye Haoyu said, there was nothing on it, not even a name.

Su Yuan had the honor of observing Mao Houwang's Chinese textbook as early as a month after school started.

He clearly remembered that the first page of the textbook should have a picture of a Hulk hugging Gundam from behind.

As for why it was said to be an observation, because MaoHouwang is a famous painter in the class. Basically, all the celebrities with illustrations in the textbooks have not escaped his clutches.

Like Du Fu with laser eyes, Li Bai, the swordsman with a gust of wind, Qin Shihuang who swept the world with a pineapple, and Hawking, the transformer, these can only be regarded as his impromptu works.

Anyway, all the students who have read Mao Houwang's textbooks have sighed at his avant-garde thinking, rich imagination, superb painting skills, and corrupt morality.

But now, all these are gone.

The book is still the same book, but the traces of Mao Houwang's strokes on it have disappeared.

Did a living person just disappear like this?

No, it's too early to say so now. These are not enough to prove that a person has disappeared from the world.

Su Yuan suddenly said: "Monitoring!"

"Monitoring?" Ye Haoyu scratched his head and didn't react.

Su Yuan squeezed into the crowd and shouted to Teacher Zhang: "Teacher, you should have the surveillance of our classroom in your office these days, right?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yulong also excitedly said loudly: "Go to your office to check the surveillance, it can definitely prove that there is a person named Mao Houwang in our class!"

"Yes, teacher, if you don't believe it, go and take a look. Now the situation is really serious!"

"If it is not resolved as soon as possible, many more people in our class will die!"

Teacher Zhang frowned, looking at the students in front of him with fear on their faces, and he began to doubt his life.

Is it really that there is a problem with his memory?

If it is really a prank, then the acting skills of his group of students are too good.

The female students in the corner were even scared to tears.

Thinking of this, he was a little hesitant, but finally nodded: "Okay!"

After that, Teacher Zhang walked directly to the door of the classroom.

Everyone followed him in a mighty manner.

However, he was immediately scolded back by Teacher Zhang.

"It's class time now, why are there so many people walking outside? Zhou Yulong, just come with me to the office, and the rest of you can wait here!"