At 1:20, the bell woke everyone up from their sleep again. The students in twos and threes rubbed their eyes and walked slowly into the school.

Kou Dong was among the crowd, but he saw Xiaoying and her boyfriend first. The expressions of the two were not good, and they looked tired.

Seeing them from a distance, the two squeezed from the crowd and stood in front of them. Xiao Kai looked at them, hesitated, and finally asked, "How are you sleeping?"

Song Hong said, "It's good."

He looked at Xiao Kai, frowned, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"It's not that I didn't sleep well," the boy stammered, "it just feels like a dream..."

He sighed and shook his head, obviously unwilling to go on and say, "It's not a big deal."

Xiaoying was standing beside her, looking a little anxious. Kou Dong glanced into each other's eyes and realized that there were fine red bloodshots there, obviously he didn't sleep well.

But it's only an hour's lunch break, even if you haven't slept well, it shouldn't be like this.

them……

Kou Dong narrowed his eyes.

Since the other party is secretive, Kou Dong doesn't want to ask more. Although it was obviously not a good thing, the young couple didn't even want to tell him that Kou Dong was not someone who made fun of himself.

On the contrary, after they entered the classroom, Axue whispered, "She called out."

Kou Dong couldn't help but wonder, "What?"

The little girl said, "I heard her scream."

Xiaoying's room is next to her, and the soundproofing of the dormitory building is not good, so she can hear everything clearly. The little girl is more cautious by nature, and her sleep is shallow, and she can wake up with the slightest disturbance.

Not to mention a sudden scream.

Song Hong said, "Did she have a nightmare?"

Ash nodded.

She turned her head, the classroom was full of children laughing and reading books, and their little heads were close together. The sound of flipping books, talking... all kinds of voices are mixed together, like an ordinary place.

No one looked at her, Axue turned her face sideways, and said the rest of the words in a low voice: "—she said it, get out."

Kou Dong's heart suddenly froze.

The little girl didn't describe to them what kind of hysterical voice it was, with a sharp end and a broken voice, which hardly sounded like a person.

Just these three words have already given people some bad associations.

Song Hong's expression also became serious, and after a while, he said, "I heard that in an independent space, the things next to it can only come in with the permission of the owner."

But from Xiaoying's cry, it seemed more like something had already stood in her room.

This knowledge is Ye Yanzhi's strength, Kou Dong turned his head to the side, and subconsciously asked the cub on his shoulder. After feeling for a while, he remembered that his cub was still sleeping in the luggage bar.

The three of them looked at each other in dismay at the news, and were silent for a moment. Immediately, the little girl said calmly, "Spiritual?"

Song Hong pondered for a while, but shook his head, "Not necessarily. We're not good at drawing conclusions."

He touched his eyes, his palms touched his curved eyelashes, and murmured, "Seeing is not believing..."

What are they seeing that is not real?

In the classroom in the afternoon, something big or small happened.

Some students lost money.

In fact, the loss is not a lot of money, at most one or two hundred, but for high school students without financial resources, it is basically equivalent to a week's living expenses. The child who couldn't find the money looked like he had been beaten by frost, his head was downcast, and he had no spirit at all.

The first few people in the class were helping him find money. They searched the nearby grounds and couldn't find them. They gathered in a crowd and quietly muttered whether someone took it.

They also speculated that it was a student whose family was short of money.

The boy was thin, dark-skinned, and didn't like to talk. He sat down at the table and silently did a day's work. heard that he was admitted from the county below. Although his grades are considered to be a top student, he can look at his appearance and dress, and he does not have anything in common with other students in this class. When people in the class help people fetch water, the water cups of the front and back are often taken away, and only his is still empty. Even if there is not a drop of water in it, no one thinks of helping him get a drink.

He didn't even go to the cafeteria for meals on weekdays, he brought dry food from home, and a bag of steamed buns could last for several days.

But that day, there were new things on his desk.

- It's a big bag of snacks. It was packed in plastic bags provided by the commissary in the school, with several bags of stuffed chocolates, vegetable rolls, finger sticks, and so on.

The students' speculations are increasingly plausible. Usually, how could he be willing to eat such good food?

Although no one asked clearly, the eyes that floated from time to time were clearly written. The boy who lost the money pulled a face and raised his voice: "Forget it. My family is not poor. I don't care about that little thing, so I should donate it to the disaster area."

Someone said: "You can thank you for donating to the disaster area. What can you do if you are taken by a thief?"

The boy who lost the money snorted, turned his head, and asked the student who was short of money in a loud voice.

"How about it," he said, "does it taste good for this money?"

The meaning in these words is already quite obvious, just point to the word thief and insult. The boy who was said had a gloomy face, almost dripping with water, but he only looked up at them, then hurriedly lowered his head back and stared at the test paper again.

The student who lost the money took a few steps and walked right in front of him.

"It's just stealing money to buy things, and your mouth will be rotten," said the male student, "you have to be careful—"

Before he finished speaking, the boy in front of him suddenly raised his face. The speaker was caught off guard, and was actually bluffed by him. He didn't stand firm on his heels, and Wei Wei stumbled, "You...what are you doing?"

The said student stared at him, his voice a little weird for some reason.

"Didn't you say that I took it?"

The boy was frightened by his state, and he couldn't get off the stage, so he said angrily: "I didn't say it must be taken by you, I just said that it was you who insisted on taking the right seat-"

Before he finished speaking, the student who was speaking suddenly stood up, bent down, and picked up his own bench under the surprised eyes of the classmates in the classroom. He raised the bench high, rounded his arms, and the extremely heavy wooden chair smashed down, accompanied by a whimpering wind.

Straight, accurate, and steady hit the boy in front of him on the head.

Everyone heard the loud "Kucha".

With that dull sound, several players who listened to it were stunned—it was like a ripe watermelon burst on the spot. They looked at each other and were a little shocked: Just for such a trivial matter, they actually hit someone directly?

Mediterranean Sea, known as Teacher Mo, took the first step forward and hesitated: "Child..."

His tone is too familiar, just like a class teacher who loves to worry. Just this sentence, Kou Dong understood, this is not a real teacher in real life.

It's a pity that this is not a high school student in reality. In the world of copy, no one listens to him babbling about education. The little boy's eyes were red, obviously he was so angry that he didn't get rid of his hatred once, and he raised the stool to smash it again.

"Why did he say that to me!" he hissed, his cheeks flushed, "why did he—"

No one stopped him, Teacher Mo was startled, and desperately grabbed his waist and dragged him back. Unfortunately, the boy's strength was so extraordinary that even an adult couldn't hold him, so he was dragged and staggered a few steps forward.

Immediately afterwards, the boy used the sharp corner of the bench to smash the temple of the person lying on the ground again.

This bang was extremely exciting. The blood spread, and the faces of the splattered people were all over their bodies, and it took a long time for someone to start screaming.

Some students hurried out to call someone, Xiaoying took a few steps towards them, and her face was pale because she had witnessed the murder with her own eyes.

"What's going on?" she hissed, "So suddenly..."

Her boyfriend Xiao Kai also frowned, looking very disapproving.

"There is no evidence, how can you say that others have stolen things. They are all young, but they have a big temper. Is it wrong to be wronged?"

Xiaoying: "Yes, I am also angry if you want me. Although I am poor, I have dignity!"

The two of them sang and reconciled, apparently thinking that the student who lost his temper had a reason for his anger. Although the action is a bit brutal, the starting point is no problem.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like someone who stole money. This must be a mistake.

When they said this, Axue never responded. Kou Dong raised his eyes, only to realize that the little girl had walked to the desk of the boy who was said to have been wronged, and put her hand into his big schoolbag.

Xiaoying was shocked: "What are you doing?"

The little girl said calmly, "Find something."

She squeezed out a few thin banknotes from the pocket on the side of the schoolbag. There is only one one hundred dollars, and the rest are just ten dollars, twenty pieces, and so on.

This scene actually made me feel a little sad. There was no superfluous expression on A Xue's face, she only glanced at the hundred-yuan bill again, and immediately, she held the note in the palm of her hand.

"Do you think he was wronged?"

At noon, she didn't promise to share a dormitory with her, and Xiaoying felt that this girl was a little impersonal. It's just that although there is no idea of ​​getting close, Liang Zi can be considered to have settled. Hearing A Xue's words at this moment, he can't help but want to go back: "Otherwise?"

She pouted and snorted coldly, "Could it be that he really took it?"

A Xue: "He has money in his pocket."

"What if you have money?" Xiaoying said. "No one else's name is written on the money! Maybe it was given by his parents?"

Before she finished speaking, the little girl unfolded the only one hundred-yuan bill and showed everyone the words written on it.

The moment they saw it, everyone froze slightly.

——What was written on it was the name of the person who lost the money.

Xiaoying's expression froze for a moment, and she was obviously startled by this unexpected fact. She couldn't help but feel ashamed, and lowered her head for a while, without saying anything else. On the contrary, Teacher Mo touched his head and sighed, "No wonder it is called seeing is not believing... It seems that what we see in our eyes may not necessarily be the truth."

He smiled and said, "It's impossible to make judgments casually."

In the end, he is older, but he is more calm than the young pair next to him.

Song Hong nodded and said, "Since it's a survival condition, things are obviously not that simple. I hope everyone will pay more attention to big and small matters, and try not to leave any clues or trigger specific conditions."

After all, no one knows which condition is fatal.

The boy in the couple looked a little shivering, and suddenly said, "Our names were written on the blackboard yesterday, will it be okay?"

He had asked this question once yesterday. But the bloody case that happened in front of him today obviously made him more and more uneasy. It made him feel that there was nothing in his heart, and finally realized that this is not a game that can be cleared by just playing.

There is no guarantee that he can be tempted at will on the verge of death.

His spirit was obviously not as good as in the morning, and after a round of fright, he slumped down, holding on to his heart.

"If something happens tonight..."

Song Hong couldn't comfort him either, so he could only persuade: "Get some rest early, maybe you can avoid it."

Apart from this, he had nothing to say.

The lives of prospective high school seniors were even busier than Kou Dong remembered. Not only were there full classes in the afternoon, but there were also three evening self-study sessions in the evening, which lasted until 10:30. The classroom was very quiet, with only the rustling of the pen on the paper. The players did not need to do their homework, nor did they dare to take the risk of leaving the classroom, so they had to quietly observe the classmates in the class.

After that accident, both the injured student and the perpetrator were taken out by the teacher, and the rest of the people sat behind the desk and discussed the matter for a while, and then quickly forgot about it.

Song Hong felt that this was obviously not a normal reaction.

Not to mention a major event like a murder case, even a trivial matter like scratching the skin and bleeding a little, in the calm and undisturbed student life, it is worth talking about for half an hour.

How did this get to them, it was over in a few minutes?

Is it bad gossip or bad fun? Even if you are frightened, you should show a little frightened look...

After an evening self-study, the three people were still confused about the main storyline of the dungeon. With careful observation, they did not get any useful clues, but they figured out the possible single-arrow, double-arrow or even three-arrow emotional relationship in the class. Seven or eight pairs.

When people are young, there are many stories.

Kou Dong tore up a piece of homework paper and wrote on it.

Both of them looked at it blankly, "What are you doing?"

Without raising his head, Kou Dong said casually, "Speak to the head teacher."

Buddy: "...?"

"How can senior high school students fall in love illegally?" Kou Dong folded the note and stuffed it in his pocket, saying righteously, "After falling in love, how can they concentrate on their studies?"

Buddy: "..."

Song Hong couldn't help but tell the difference for the students, "I don't want to sue the teacher. It's not that you haven't experienced it."

To tell the truth, who didn't like it at that time - at the age of 16 or 17, was in love, and feelings were all poetry.

He couldn't believe it, with Kou Dong's handsome appearance, his outstanding temperament, and the expression of the lemon essence on his face——

This expression? ? ?

Song Hong was stunned and blurted out: "You really haven't experienced it?"

How can it be! Which girl does not contain spring?

Although Kou Dong is not a girl, there should be a girl Hanchun who is infatuated with him...

Even the little girl turned her head around and stared at Kou Dong, her eyes filled with incredible.

Kou Dong raised his face and searched carefully from the few memories he had left. He didn't find any boys and girls with implied feelings, but he only thought of a voyeur who was always stalking behind him and couldn't see anyone. This kind of pure love story on campus has nothing to do with it.

……Ugh.

Why is it pure love to put on others, and a group of perverts to put on him?

Kou Dong was about to possess the lemon essence, and said sadly: "They are all greedy for my body."

From the stalker in the real world to the NPC in the game.

Why, is it because his body looks extra sweet?

Two people who heard this sentence clearly: "..."

It was the first time they had heard someone say that about themselves.

Section 3 When the evening self-study was about to end, the head teacher reopened the class door.

The middle-aged man walked to the podium, still holding his thermos cup in one hand, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the other.

"Everyone has worked hard," he said. "Something happened during class today, and everyone knows about it. In order to prevent this from affecting everyone's review, the school specially invited a psychology teacher to give everyone a psychological relief class—"

Hearing the words "psychological teacher", the class has already faintly exploded. Many students leaned their heads to look at the door, as if they wanted to see the figure behind the thin door.

"Is it Teacher Si?"

"I feel like! Look at this child!"

Each door has a small glass window. From the glass window, he could clearly see two thin, bloodless lips, exposing his lower jaw and a small section of his smooth and slender neck. There is also a shallow mole on the side of the neck.

This small window is not low, at least when the head teacher comes in, the forehead is reflected in the glass, not the neck. This person outside is obviously quite superior in height.

The head teacher put the mug back on the table. The voices in the first few rows grew louder, and some good students summoned the courage to ask which psychology teacher was outside.

"Which one could it be?" the head teacher said. "You are almost in your third year of high school. Of course, you have to find someone who is in a good mood..."

Before the words fell, the cheers rose sharply, and the little heads turned to the direction of the door. Kou Dong looked at this situation, knocked on the little boy's table, and asked him in a low voice, "What kind of psychology teacher?"

The little boy Ben patronized and followed, not wanting to answer at all. Turning to see that it was him, he hesitated, and then whispered, "It's Teacher Si."

"Which teacher?"

"You guys just transferred here, I don't know," the little boy gave him popular science. "It's the youngest one. You'll know when you see each other later."

Kou Dong wanted to ask again, but the classroom door slammed softly.

The young psychological teacher outside the door has already stepped forward. His lips were very thin, and there was not much blood, but his eyebrows and eyes were as thick as ink that could not be stirred. With a pair of gold-wire glasses on his face, his eyes were faint, and he glanced around the crowd.

It didn't seem like he was looking at someone on purpose, but Kou Dong felt the skin on his face burn, and he couldn't help but lean back slightly, as if he was scalded by his gaze.

"Please sit down," the psychology teacher said, slender and clean fingers folded slightly, and the finger pads rubbed casually on the tiger's mouth, "The class will start soon."

His eyes passed Kou Dong's body as soon as he touched it, the corners of his lips seemed to be upturned, and a faint smile appeared.

"Psychological relief, you need to be obedient..."

"If you close your eyes, you can't open them halfway."

The author has something to say:

Kou Dong: ...I'm good at it, I feel like he's trying to take advantage of me to close my eyes ghs!

Attack: What do you think, Jinjiang's attack is not below the neck, it can't be done.