amaotonovel Chapter 108: Self-destructing truck.
Chapter 108: Self-destructing truck.
The players in the crowd had different expressions and started whispering.
From time to time, I looked at Teacher Tang on the podium.
Mo Weiqian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the 'suicide truck' standing calmly on the podium.
What is his intention in saying it so openly?
Not afraid of players?
Or is it intentionally disrupting the view...
Teacher Tang smiled slightly and walked down from the podium.
The students' heads turned slowly in the direction he was moving, and their empty, emotionless gazes followed Teacher Tang.
However, he was content and didn't care at all about the eyes staring at him from behind.
It was as if he had already gotten used to the feeling of being the center of attention.
Mo Weiqian looked towards the group of students, and none of Chen Zhou and the others from yesterday were there.
All new faces.
None of the students from Class 109 came to attend today's open class. Instead, they specified that today's open class would be held in Class 206.
why?
Mo Weiqian's team looked at each other.
Zhu Si frowned: "Do you want to go?"
Ge Ji shook his head slightly: "Although I know that the class teacher will try to catch as many cases as possible and report them to the student union, but who knows whether this rule is true or false."
"What if the student council is the bad guy? We already know about the faction."
This time, Meng Yunqi also agreed with Ge Ji's idea: "In short, we can't verify the rules now."
After Teacher Tang looked around, he found that there were many more desks for visitors in the classroom according to the number of players.
He looked at everyone leisurely: "Everyone please sit wherever you like, the open class will start soon."
No one let their guard down and no one dared to move forward rashly.
Mo Weiqian was the first to take a step forward, and choosing a seat by the window in response to Teacher Tang's teasing gaze.
The rest of the team followed closely behind and chose a seat next to the young man.
Teacher Tang glanced around, and the remaining players gradually chose their seats and sat down.
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The open class was conducted in an orderly manner. Mo Weiqian really didn't expect that he would be able to return to the classroom after leaving high school for so many years.
It almost made him feel like he was not in the horror dungeon anymore.
Rhythmic interaction between teachers and students, immersive classroom atmosphere.
The atmosphere in the class was getting better and better, and the empty corridor was getting darker and darker as time went by.
It was quite similar to the day when he was being chased by a dark figure.
A cold and chilly feeling seeped in through the crack in the door, causing the players to shiver unconsciously.
Many players who had previously purchased items from Mr. Tang’s charity sale placed the items on the table.
Teacher Tang curled the corners of his mouth slightly at the podium.
Although they were charity items, they were just some simple school supplies, books and the like, some of which were old and yellowed.
The pens and stationery all had subtle scratches and damage, and looked like they had been used by students for a long time.
Meng Yunsheng kicked Mo Weiqian's seat and tapped lightly on the window.
Mo Weiqian turned his head and saw a special little kid standing outside the window timidly waving at him.
A pale ghost with purple all over his body and no eyes. The young man turned on the light screen to check Meng Yunsheng's message: "Brother, don't worry, no one can see it except you. Pick him up and put him on your eyes."
"..."
No wonder Asheng likes Xiaoying, her little ghost is too ugly.
Mo Weiqian made an inviting gesture to it, and it walked through the window easily and allowed Mo Weiqian to pick it up.
Look out the window.
"!!"
The bloody light enveloped the teaching building, as terrifyingly scarlet as the blood moon in the church that night, making people feel suffocated and oppressed.
I don’t know if it was the young man’s illusion, but the classroom became even darker, almost blending in with the sky outside.
A chilly feeling crawled along the skin, like some sticky, disgusting mollusk.
...I feel numb.
Mo Weiqian suppressed the discomfort in his heart and replied to Ah Sheng's message expressionlessly: "Don't make it public, just wait and see."
The moment the little ghost was used, he jumped off the desk obediently to look for his owner.
I was constantly struck in my heart: As expected of my master's brother, he is just like my master! He thinks I am ugly!
Time passed by minute by minute.
Many players who were tense at the beginning were now a little tired.
After all, English class... is indeed very hypnotic.
What's more, most of the dormitory members did not sleep last night.
No one can stand the English class at 8 am.
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【Ding! 】
[The current camp status has been updated! ]
【Teacher Camp: 12/93】
【Student Camp: 0/93】
[The status of the camp will continue to be updated...]
[Note: Please pay attention to the number of players in the camp. If the current number of players is saturated, players who want to join will be subject to corresponding assessments. ]
[Note: The assessment content is in the charge of senior NPCs in the camp.]
A cold metallic sound woke the player from his sleepiness.
Many players' faces changed slightly. So many people have already chosen a camp?
Mo Weiqian looked around and saw that almost half of the players looked panicked, hesitating whether to join the camp.
But the young man felt that this reminder came strangely.
It seems like it is deliberately reminding the players, urging, or even forcing them to quickly choose a camp.
The teacher on the stage was relaxed and casual in his posture, showing that he was very proficient in the field he was familiar with.
Mo Weiqian leaned back, adjusted his sitting posture, supported his head lazily, and twirled the pen in his hand from time to time.
Director Fang’s pen has a great texture. Its coolness can calm his anxious and confused mood.
"??"
Looking down along the desk, there seems to be something hard inside the desk...
Mo Weiqian lowered his eyes and glanced inside the desk, but did not find any danger.
Reach out and grab the hard object that looks a bit like a rubber block.
---It's a seal.
"!!!"
The deep red seal was printed all over the inside of the desk.
The messy accumulation gives off a weird and unpredictable feeling.
The young man tried hard to discern from the messy handwriting:
"Run away!!!"
“This is not a school!!!”
Mo Weiqian's body tensed up for a moment.
...Brother, isn't it a bit late to remind you now?
The young man's eyebrows twitched, and some invisible pressure was surging.
"Ahhhh-"
The next second, screams ripped through the entire classroom.
"No, no, don't kill me, don't...!!!"
The man with tattoos all over his head was howling in his seat without any image.
At this moment, the female student in the red and white school uniform at his desk stared at him with scarlet and resentful eyes, muttering in a low voice:
“Die, die, die—”
"Die die die!!!"