Chapter 511 Non-Existent Classmate
The language teacher wrote more than thirty sentences on the blackboard."Next, I will lead the students to read it twice. During this time, you can read along with me."
"Yes—."
"I promise—"
"Hello……"
Wu Xian read along one by one and found that the pronunciation of those strange characters was quite difficult to pronounce, but basically the original sentence had as many syllables as the following sentence.
Thanks to this prime location.
Wu Xian could hear all the pronunciations of his language teacher very clearly, but it was almost impossible for him to remember all the sentences.
After reading aloud twice.
The language teacher was about to pick up the textbook on the podium, when suddenly he swung his hand and threw a piece of chalk, hitting a student behind him!
"Stop talking!"
The student who was beaten was a man in his thirties wearing glasses. He immediately explained in a panic: "I didn't speak, I was just reciting the knowledge you taught me."
Snapped!
The second piece of chalk hit the man's forehead.
At the same time, a pile of chalk flew out and hit the heads of more than a dozen students at the same time.
"No talking."
"Only look at me, not anywhere else!"
It turned out that after the man with glasses was beaten, more than a dozen people subconsciously looked at the man and shifted their gaze away from the language teacher, thus violating the classroom rules.
Those who were hit by the chalk had one of the red bars on their badges fall off. As for the man with glasses, he broke the rules last night, and with these two times, all the red bars on his chest fell off.
The language teacher knocked on the table.
"All the students I just beat up will stand in the corner as punishment!"
The students stood up, and the sound of tables and chairs being moved was heard behind Wu Xian.
The language teacher shook his head.
"Instead of standing on the ground, stand on the table!"
The students were in a tizzy again.
One of the women stood on the table and let out a heart-wrenching scream, which was only stopped when she was hit on the forehead with a piece of chalk.
Wu Xian didn't look back at the man with glasses.
His eyes were always on the teacher.
When the language teacher throws chalk, his chalk does not come from the chalk box, but from his fingers. Every time he throws a piece of chalk, the top of his finger will open, and the bone inside will grow out and become the chalk he uses!
A woman screams.
It also filled Wu Xian with imagination.
The natives simply lacked intelligence, but they were not fools and they certainly knew that the rules must be followed. The first wave of people who were thrown chalk could be said to be stupid.
What about the second woman's scream?
What did she see that made her forget to follow the rules and scream?
Next.
The lessons get even weirder.
The language teacher opened a thick book and began to read the contents of the book. All the sentences he said had strange and awkward pronunciations, and no one could understand what he was saying.
This made Wu Xian feel like a poor student who couldn't understand anything in English class.
Also.
While the language teacher was lecturing, Wu Xian could still hear strange noises, like water dripping, hard objects breaking, and flesh being torn apart...
pat.
A drop of sticky liquid dripped onto Wu Xian's head, and then Wu Xian smelled the smell of urine again.
This sent a chill down Wu Xian's spine.
He could only suppress his discomfort and keep his eyes on the teacher.
This incomprehensible class lasted for a while. The language teacher led everyone to read the sentences on the blackboard twice again, and then explained the incomprehensible language.
This was repeated several times.
During this period, three people were asked by the language teacher to stand in the corner as punishment for violating the rules of the language class.
There were also students who had been punished to stand in the corner, and they screamed in fear, and were hit by chalk again.
Wu Xian couldn't see anything.
Everything is unknown to him.
Maybe there are dead people behind him, maybe there is an evil ghost lying above his head. The truth is behind him and he can see it just by turning his head.
But Wu Xian could only look at the language teacher's old face.
at last.
The bell rang, two hours had passed, and the language class officially ended.
The language teacher picked up a thick book and said in a tone of regret: "You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught. Remember, don't talk about your classmates casually. If they hear you, they will be unhappy."
Done.
The language teacher left the classroom.
Wu Xian let out a long sigh, his back soaked with sweat. The pressure this position brought him was really too great.
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Pfft!
Someone fell off the table.
The classroom suddenly became lively. Some people were questioning angrily, some were destroying tables and chairs, some were yelling madly, some were crying loudly, and the whole classroom was filled with chaos and fear.
The course is over at this point and there is no need to follow the rules.
Wu Xian first touched the top of his head.
is blood!
Then Wu Xian slowly turned around.
On the table behind him, there was a female aboriginal sitting on the desk in a duck sitting posture. She was pale, her eyes were empty, she kept shivering, and urine was dripping from the edge of the desk.
I don’t know what she saw that scared her like this.
Look further back.
You will find that just wetting your pants is already a good performance.
Some of those who were punished to stand fell headfirst right after the time was up, their heads bleeding. There was also a man at the window, who was emitting a foul stench. Not only did he fail to control the younger ones, he also failed to control the older ones...
But at least these people are still alive.
There are two more.
Still standing firmly on the table.
The area above their necks was empty, without heads, only some pieces of flesh remained, and blood flowed from top to bottom, staining the entire clothes red.
Judging from the tear marks on the neck, the tearing and bone-breaking sounds Wu Xian just heard came from these two people.
The two people, one man and one woman, had blank badges on their chests. There were broken glasses lying at the feet of the man's body.
Xu Shen walked over, leaning on the table.
"You were sitting in the front row and didn't see what happened just now. You're really lucky."
Wu Xian asked curiously: "What happened just now?"
Xu Shen shook his head: "Didn't the language teacher tell us not to talk about classmates? If they hear it, they will be unhappy."
Wu Xian looked left and right, sorting out what had happened before in his mind.
Finally, he set his sights on the ceiling.
There were some very regular stains on the ceiling, which Wu Xian discovered when he first entered the classroom. At that time, he had not figured out what these stains were, but now he has a conclusion.
this room.
There were more than thirty students attending the class!
There were thirty other students in the same classroom!
As for the other thirty students, there is no need to say more whether they are human or ghosts.
Wu Xian and others were downstairs, and the other thirty students used the ceiling as the floor. They had been living in the same room with Wu Xian and others. The regular stains on the ceiling were caused by the table legs, chair legs and the students' feet!
Sometimes I could understand the language teacher’s lessons, but sometimes I couldn’t. That was because the lessons I couldn’t understand were not for Wu Xian and others, but for the other thirty students!
The student rules say that you must look at the teacher when the teacher is teaching. I'm afraid it's because if you don't look at the teacher, you will see something else!
if so.
When the language teacher left, he said that it was easy to understand why we were not allowed to talk about our classmates.
Because those classmates were still in the classroom, but Wu Xian and the others couldn’t see them!
I just feel sorry for those students who were punished to stand.
They should be able to see clearly if they stand on the table.
(End of this chapter)
