Only when the devil really comes to us.
We only know his clear appearance.
It turned out to be me.
"He, what did he say" someone stammered, Although he still thought it was impossible in his heart, he had already subconsciously resisted.
Swallowing his saliva, he seemed to slow down for a while.
The boy who received the death text message said, "He asked me to play a game with him." ” "If I don't finish the game on time, it may end up the same as Xiaodou and them."
"What is the content of the game" Liu Yang was still calm and asked directly to the point of the question.
The man glanced at Liu Yang and returned to his screen.
"Let me find the person with the scar on the lower thigh, take a picture of it, post it on the school's official website, and add his name."
The whole class was stunned.
There is a scar on the lower thigh, who will let this person take it This is within the scope of physical privacy.
And he has to throw his scars on it in front of everyone, and he has to post it on the official website, accompanying his name.
Not to mention that it is on their own private parts, even if it is in their own hands, no one will want to.
And if the scar was a girl's, would she be willing?
I'm afraid even boys know the importance of such a thing.
Scanning back and forth in a panic, it seems to be wondering if he can find someone with a scar on his thigh with the memory in front of him, of course, unless he breaks through the clothes first and the girl who refuses to die.
Suddenly, the classroom fell silent.
Liu Yang surrounded the entire classroom, and everywhere Mei Dong looked, everyone slowly lowered their heads, as if they were unwilling to make eye contact with him.
Maybe it's because the atmosphere is so oppressive that no one is willing to rush to stand up.
Or maybe it's going to rain and everyone is sleepy.
Liu Yang was in a trance, as if he was back in his previous class.
Different people, different regions, even if they have different customs and different customs, but for a moment, they have the same humanity.
Perhaps this is what makes people incompatible with animals.
The head teacher talked about it for a long time, but my parents didn't listen to his nonsense at all.
Even when they came out of the classroom, they could hear the parents across the mobile phone, thousands of miles away, but suddenly heard that their children were suddenly gone, that kind of disbelief, like a sense of disillusionment in a dream.
It's like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing into your head.
Like a jet of magma.
The head teacher's trembling footsteps kept walking back and forth.
The paper towel in his pocket kept pulling it back, wiping the beads of sweat the size of beans left on the top of his head.
His lips were a little pale, and his face was a little purple.
Liu Yang suddenly felt that his former teacher had been able to rectify so many things in the class without chaos after hearing about the students in the class one after another.
How strong this psychological quality should be.
Finally, the phone was hung up.
The head teacher walked in.
When she walked into the classroom, she suddenly found that the air in the classroom was even colder than outside.
He turned his head suspiciously, it was just raining outside, and the wind was still blowing.
It may be understood that it is raining outside, but it is a cloudy wind in the classroom.
As soon as he entered, he saw that all the students in the godfather were frosted eggplants.
I wanted to encourage them, but I found myself tired enough.
I just sat in the classroom without opening my mouth, and more than 50 students in the class, plus a teacher, looked at each other dryly.
Wide-eyed staring.
There was neither class nor speech.
For a time they thought it was nice to be silent like that, and they didn't have to bother to say it, and they didn't have to think about it.
"Is the teacher really sure that it's a student in the class, not another class?"
Some people don't give up, and prefer to believe that in fact, these guys have something to ask for leave, or they just go out to surf the Internet, but it really doesn't work, and you can go to the hotel.
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The head teacher's lips squirmed, opened them and closed them again.
Although everyone knows it.
He didn't say anything, but the way she looked was a sign that something had happened.
And as they reluctantly expected.
"It's okay, everyone still has to study hard, this matter has nothing to do with you, maybe it's because they're too stressed, or it's pressure from the family, or it may be from the society."
"So you don't have to think too much, this matter has no effect on you, you can learn how you want, and play how you want."
The head teacher forced a smile and comforted them.
Yes, it's really nothing for them, but can he escape the fact that he is the head teacher?
The best-case scenario is to lose money.
But how much to lose And it's from two families.
The head teacher, who had always claimed not to smoke in the classroom, took out a cigarette and smoked it.
The students in the class, who had been noisy, were speechless.
At this time, the atmosphere in the classroom is even more solemn and depressing.
Even if it's only started in September.
Although autumn has just arrived, everyone is already feeling the cold season of winter.
Hands and feet were frozen.
Suddenly, the sky slowly darkened.
The classmates were a little panicked, thinking that the ghost was going to do it.
But they didn't get any information After being nervous for a while, I realized that it was going to rain.
Outside, the clouds were thick, as if they had been dyed with a layer of ink in the sky.
The black one is a little scary.
Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy, destroy Even if some students know that there is a storm today, they can't help but be a little worried.
Who knows if this normal natural phenomenon will be a day of catastrophe for some adult.
Maybe they'll be chopped to death if they're not careful.
Or maybe it's the door to the ghost world.
Sure enough, I'm happy to imagine what I don't know.
Because it can distract yourself from your fears.
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
Suddenly, everyone in the class rang out for the sound of time.
There was an uproar in the classroom, and he obviously turned off his computer Turning off the mobile phone during class is the most basic rule for any student, otherwise he is breaking the unspoken rules between himself and the teacher.
But at the same time, the bell rang for the whole class.
Not only that, but even the teacher's mobile phone will light up.
The head teacher was a little suspicious, with a little stunned expression, and watched everyone for about two seconds.
And all the students in the class were staring at their mobile phones.
That look was so bad that I wanted to drop my phone.
The bell kept ringing again, and after it was done, it continued to ring again, and then again.
It's just that no one reached out to answer the ringtone.
It's as if whoever took that person was cursed on his side.
Finally the hero stepped up.
The corners of the head teacher's mouth twitched slightly, and his thick palms were sweaty.
The number was answered under the gaze of everyone in the class.
Signed ghost "Hey."
The voice trembled slightly, trembling non-stop.
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