After the class teacher disappeared out of thin air, there was a mess in the classroom.

"what happened?!"

Someone wanted to open the glass window to find out, but found that the window seemed to be integrated with the space, and no matter how much force was used, it remained motionless.

"Just now... Teacher Qin suddenly disappeared from the podium?!"

"What's the weather outside? This, this—"

"When the bell rang, the outside suddenly looked like this... ordinary people can't do this kind of thing, right? Is this a supernatural phenomenon?"

"Teacher Qin is crazy, let's report to the dean or the principal!"

The atmosphere was extremely depressing, and the sky outside the window had already turned crimson, like a tide of blood, making people breathless.

Bai Shuangxing looked at the school rules on the table, feeling a little puzzled.

There are not many school rules, and it doesn't seem to be very difficult. As long as you are careful, you should be able to avoid them.

This is a dungeon that claims to be of intermediate difficulty, and it is more dangerous than "Evil Ghosts", so it's really that simple?

Just as she was thinking, a long and piercing music suddenly came from her ears.

Looking at the reputation, it was the voice from the radio next to the blackboard.

"Ding Ding Dong! It's time for class, please return to the classroom quickly and get ready for class."

"After testing, the learning theme of this class of Class 2 (1) of Senior High School is Chinese!"

——Study subject?

Before Bai Shuangxing could clear his mind, he heard the creaking sound of the front door of the classroom, and was pushed open.

The moment the door opened, everyone in the classroom was startled.

Outside the classroom door, stood a huge book.

To be precise, it is a monster with a human body but a textbook head.

It was wearing a neat casual suit, and instead of a head on its neck, it was a closed book, with the words "Chinese" written on the top of the cover.

Several students in the classroom screamed, and the sound was about to blow the roof off.

Shen Chan: "This—"

She couldn't think of a suitable wording for a moment, she looked blankly at Chen Miaojia behind her: "Your Chinese teacher is so special."

Suddenly encountering such an inexplicable incident, Chen Miaojia almost cried: "So this is not our Chinese teacher at all!"

That casual suit is indeed the language teacher's favorite style...

But what exactly is the monster outside the door?!

In just a few minutes, the whole world turned upside down.

The students in the classroom are not real humans, but the memories left by people in the white night.Obviously, whether it is a real person or a wisp of consciousness, if they encounter such an accident suddenly, they will be very frightened.

"What, what is this?"

A boy suddenly stood up: "The school is crazy... I, I want to get out!"

As he spoke, he was about to go out, and when he passed by the Chinese teacher by the door, the latter tilted his head.

Although it has no eyes, at that moment, Bai Shuangxing felt a cold and frightening gaze.

Like ice, but also like a knife.

——The next moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the boy's neck, splitting the neck in two!

Blood spurted out, and a lifeless body fell straight to the ground with a muffled "bang".

What followed was screams in the classroom one after another.

The strong smell of blood gradually spread, and after the boy fell to the ground, his body silently turned into a wisp of white smoke, leaving only bloodstains all over the floor.

Shen Chan was also frightened and grabbed Bai Shuangxing's arm.

Bai Shuangxing patted the back of her hand and heard the sound of her heart beating violently.

"Article 2 of the school rules."

The Chinese teacher in a suit nodded slightly. Listening to the voice, it was a gentle young man: "Strictly abide by the work and rest time, never be late, leave early, and never miss class. It's such a time, why are there still students who don't obey the school rules?"

Before leaving, the class teacher specifically told him to abide by the school rules.

Now it seems that once it is violated...there is only a dead end.

The school rules are the rules that cannot be disobeyed in this white night challenge.

The Chinese teacher walked to the podium, and glanced at their desks lightly: "Students, long time no see. This class is Chinese—let's see, why so many students didn't take out their Chinese books?"

Just a few words, like a poisonous curse.

Aware of the danger, many people hastily took out books from the drawer, and Bai Shuangxing and Shen Chan were no exception.

"Today we are going to study the unit of ancient poetry, please turn to page 65."

The Chinese teacher smiled at the end, sounding quite gentlemanly. Standing on the podium, he stretched out his bony hands and flipped through a few pages of textbooks: "It is written in Li Bai's "The Road to Shu" that Xidang Taibai has a bird's way, which can cross the border.Mount Emei. He said, 'The yellow crane cannot fly'—"

It looked up as it said, and glanced at the students present: "What's the next sentence?"

All the students lowered their heads unanimously, listening to it continue: "Squad leader, come here."

The thin boy sitting in the second row shivered and wanted to stand up, but because of his weak legs, he staggered on the seat.

He tried his best to stand firm, cautiously, not daring to make any mistakes: "It's...'Ape wants to save sorrow and climb'."

"Ok."

The Chinese teacher nodded and motioned him to sit down: "This sentence means that the mountain is steep and towering, it is difficult for the yellow crane to fly over, and the apes who are good at climbing are also worried about climbing over."

It was in a good mood, and selected a few students for quizzes on ancient poems.Some could answer correctly, some hesitated and couldn't speak, and some cried on the spot.

This time, no one had their necks cut off involuntarily. Facing the students who couldn't answer the questions, the Chinese teacher at most showed a bit of sullenness and reprimanded them a few times.

Bai Shuangxing sees everything in his eyes and understands everything.

As long as they don't violate the school rules, as far as they are concerned, their lives will not be in danger.

...Will Bai Ye really be so kind?

"After the spot check before class, everyone performed well."

With a huge Chinese book on his head, the man in the suit stood upright on the podium, and when he said this, he added a smile to his tone: "Then—"

It said: "Next, let's start the class formally."

what?

From its laughter, Bai Shuangxing was keenly aware of the tricks.

She was about to remind Shen Chan to be careful, when she blinked, she suddenly felt a sharp cold wind similar to the top of a mountain.

At the same time, several exclamations came from my ears again——

The familiar classroom disappeared in an instant. Looking around, there were towering mountains and thousands of walls. Including her, there were six people standing on the cliff. If they were not paying attention, they would fall to the bottom of the mountain.

"this is……"

Shen Chan reacted quickly, and said in an unbelievable tone: "No way, is this 'And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's path , Up to the summit of Emei Peak '?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the voice of the Chinese teacher in the void.

"True knowledge comes from practice. Today, I will take you to experience the culture of ancient poetry."

It smiled: "Let the students explore the beauty contained in ancient poems. Every six people form a study group. As long as the exploration is completed, the study of this topic can be ended-I wish you a happy study!"

I don't know who cursed a few swear words angrily.

"That is to say, we all have to experience the sentences that appear in ancient poems?"

Chen Miaojia trembled violently, and even her voice trembled slightly: "Before... what sentence did it ask you?"

"Cen Shen's "Walking Horses across the River and Sending the Teachers to the West"."

A boy wearing glasses answered in a crying voice: "The limelight is like a knife, the face is cut like a knife, the horse hair is steamed with snow and sweat, and the five flowers and money are turned into ice..."

Bai Shuangxing frowned.

There is not only snow in this poem, but also wind.

At this moment, they are on the cliff, once the strong wind hits, they will be blown away like grass and fall to the cliff.

That's why this white night is a medium difficulty.

In addition to those weird rules, the two-day "study" can also kill her and Shen Chan. Even if the Chinese class is like this, I don't know what kind of bad taste other courses will have.

"Du Fu's 'When I heard howling at the beginning, the youngest son died of hunger'."

Another girl answered: "There is also Bai Juyi's "Guan Mo Mai", which is full of steaming summer and rustic, and the back is scorched by the scorching sun."

have to.

The extreme cold and extreme heat are extremely dangerous, and there is also a weak state of extreme hunger. The teacher is worthy of being a teacher. He has almost appropriated all the harsh conditions in ancient poems and can play.

With this configuration, the five poisons are complete.

"There are cliffs everywhere here, it's too dangerous."

Bai Shuangxing made a decisive decision: "If there will be extreme weather in the future, we must find a bunker as soon as possible - otherwise, when the wind comes, everyone will be in a very dangerous passive state, and they may stumble and fall."

"Look!"

Not far away from her, the male student wearing glasses had red eyes and raised his right hand tremblingly: "What is that?"

Bai Shuangxing turned around when he heard the sound.

In the distance, there are many mountains and mountains. Looking around, there is a verdant blue color, just like emeralds weaving together.

However, on one of the mountain tops, thousands of frost and snow covered the sky, quickly dyed the peak white, and immediately swept the entire mountain peak with the momentum of locusts passing through.

It was like splashing paint, quickly smudged the painting paper with a grayish white color, and within three seconds, the mighty flying snow, wrapped in a knife-like gust of wind, rushed towards them overwhelmingly!

The man with glasses turned pale: "Hurry, run! If you are blown by that kind of wind... you will die!"

His expression was flustered, and his movements were also flustered. He didn't pay attention to the narrow path covered with moss at all.

The moss was soaked in the morning dew, so it was very wet and easy to fall. When he didn't pay attention, the soles of his feet slipped.

Below him is a cliff as high as ten thousand feet, like an abyss that can swallow a person in one mouthful.

A momentary brain blank.

However, the expected fall did not appear, and a figure came from the side, and quickly grabbed his right hand.

It's another boy in the six-person study group.

He was tall and thin, but he was very strong. With a quick pull, he pulled the boy with glasses back to the ground.

Due to the backlight, Bai Shuangxing couldn't see his face clearly, only heard the man whisper: "Be careful."

Very clean sound.

Chen Miaojia's face was as pale as paper: "Let's go! The snow over there is almost—"

Having said that, her expression changed suddenly.

The gust of wind and snow swept across the mountains like a thousand horses and thousands of troops.

The first ray of cold winter wind slapped heavily on the left side of her face.

The pain was extremely cold, like a cold slap in the face, and after it, there was an extremely cold storm that could condense water into ice.

Bai Shuangxing frowned: "Find a cover, hurry up!"

At the same moment, the monitoring system 663 twirled happily, the hem of the skirt fluttered, and a system prompt sounded vigorously.

"Ding dong!"

"Appreciate the beauty of nature in poetry, and experience China's five thousand years of inheritance in culture."

"—The relaxed and pleasant Chinese class has begun!"