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

Not long after Teacher Zhang and Zhou Yulong left, Li Ge returned to the classroom.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard and numb, with a lifeless look.

He asked all of Mao Houwang's friends at school, and they all said they didn't know this person.

After a while, the angry Teacher Zhang also came back, followed by the distraught Zhou Yulong.

Teacher Zhang walked up to the podium, snorted coldly and said, "Students, the prank game can stop here."

"The college entrance examination is coming soon. I don't usually require you to be strict because I don't want to put too much pressure on you. This doesn't mean you can tease the teacher at will!"

"The book is not for me to read, but for you to read. Your current priority is to study. I don't want this to happen again next time!"

Teacher Zhang talked endlessly on the podium.

But this was no less than a bolt from the blue for the students in the audience.

They looked at Zhou Yulong.

"What's going on, monitor? Didn't the surveillance camera capture Mao Houwang?"

"How is this possible? I played Go with him the day before yesterday!"

Zhou Yulong shook his head woodenly, with a look of despair on his face: "Teacher Zhang and I have watched the surveillance cameras for the past seven days, and we didn't see Mao Houwang."

"There is no Mao Houwang in the student files in the office. I can't find any evidence that he existed."

A classmate said, "What about the surveillance camera last night? What about the bloody words on the blackboard?"

"The surveillance camera is installed on the blackboard and can't illuminate the blackboard." Zhou Yulong said.

In an instant, all hopes were shattered at this moment.

Some students even really doubted whether they had mental problems.

Everything yesterday was just an illusion. There really was no such person as Mao Houwang?

This is obviously impossible.

How could so many people have mental problems?

And everyone has been classmates with Mao Houwang for not just one or two days, but for two whole years!

They can even clearly recall anything about Mao Houwang.

Zhou Chang pulled up his sleeves to show his arm in front of everyone, and showed them the bruises on his arm: "This was pinched by Mao Houwang a few days ago. How long have I been his deskmate? How long have I been bullied? How could he not exist?"

It's a bit ridiculous. The bruises on Zhou Chang's arm are the only traces left by Mao Houwang that they can find now.

It just can't prove his identity.

"Enough!" Teacher Zhang knocked heavily on the podium a few times: "It's class time now, go back to your seats, your current priority is to study, don't think about these things!"

Coincidentally, just after Teacher Zhang finished this sentence, the bell for the end of morning reading rang.

He snorted coldly and walked out of the classroom.

Just when Teacher Zhang walked out of the door, the classroom exploded instantly.

"What should we do now? No one will believe us!"

"Will it be useful if we believe them? Can they deal with ghosts?"

"Are we all going to die?"

"Didn't we draw Su Yuan yesterday? He's fine, which means we'll be fine as long as we complete the bloody game!"

"Can everyone in the class answer the question yesterday? Besides, don't forget that the blackboard game is not just about questions and answers. How can you guarantee that you can complete all the games?!"

Just as everyone was arguing, a female classmate named Yang Ruo asked a question that frightened everyone.

"If we die, will we disappear like Mao Houwang?"

This sentence made everyone silent instantly.

Disappear from this world?

This is something that makes people's backs cold just thinking about it.

Your family and friends will forget you, and all the traces you left in this world will disappear...

This is a hundred times more terrifying than simple death!

Li Ge squatted on the ground, scratching his head in pain: "No... I absolutely don't want this, I don't want to stay in this hellhole, I want to go home!"

His face was filled with fear and despair, and he shouted a few times and rushed out of the classroom without looking back.

The people present did not stop him, but silently looked at his back, feeling a little eager to move.

But no one chose to follow him.

"Old Su, shall we run away?" Ye Haoyu's expression looked a little excited.

Su Yuan was silent for a while and shook his head: "If he is fine in a few days, we will leave."

No one dared to guarantee that something terrible would happen if they left here rashly, and no one dared to test the rules with their lives.

At this point, it would be good for someone to take the lead and explore the way.Song Xiaoxia bit her lip and said, "Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?"

Fear and uneasiness lingered in everyone.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yang came up at some point and said lightly, "My uncle will help!"

"Your uncle?" Song Xiaoxia asked in confusion.

Zhang Yang's lips slightly raised, and he repeated his uncle's "glorious deeds".

Song Xiaoxia was a little worried after hearing this: "I've seen the fortune-teller on the overpass. Last time I saw him on the bridge cheating a kid out of shaqi ma, and he was chased and beaten by the kid's father. He really..."

"Is that true?" From Zhang Yang's shocked expression, it seemed that he himself didn't know about it.

Ye Haoyu seized the opportunity, sneered and said: "I told you that your uncle Bao is a liar, brother!"

"No!" Lin Yuan came out of nowhere: "It is precisely because of this that it is possible to be true. The masters in novels are all cynical. Now I believe that his uncle is a master."

"Yes, his uncle came to feed the ghosts with shaqima, and the ghosts will stop eating people when they are full."

Su Yuan scratched his head.

He saw it.

His friends are pure fun people.

No matter how scared they are, they can talk a few words when they get together.

But it's better this way, it's better than crying and shouting all the time.

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Because they were scared by [family] last night, the classmates in the class almost didn't sleep all night.

Although they were still afraid in their hearts, they couldn't resist the sleepiness that came.

Therefore, a large number of students in the class fell asleep all morning.

Only a few people lowered their heads and fiddled with their phones in their desks, trying to find the reason for all this.

The teachers who came to class were no longer surprised by this. They just taught their lessons, regardless of whether there were people listening.

In Jiangyan No. 2 Middle School, each grade has a class like Class 10.

At the beginning of the school year, this class was composed of the students with the lowest grades in each class.

These people are like pus and blood squeezed out, and cavities pulled out.

Teachers, schools, and parents have no expectations for them.

"If you can learn, learn. If you can't learn, just let it die."

Almost every teacher who came to class thought so.