All the student ghosts in Class 4 of the first grade of junior high school have long since taken back the appearance of their deaths.
Each one looks like eggplant beaten by frost.
They raised their heads and looked at An Xin, not knowing what to say!
An Xin touched a piece of chalk.
After thinking for a while, he turned around and drew quickly on the blackboard...
[An Xin: ...an old man, Ding, owed me two eggs. He promised to pay me back in three days, but he still hasn’t paid back in four days...]
No way, An Xin knows nothing about painting.
She searched the original memory several times before she found this old man Ding in the depths of her memory!
[Li Xiangyang: ...Teacher, actually we don’t have to draw in art class...
Can we sit down and quietly appreciate the works in the book?
Or we won’t mind if you write other assignments! 】
…
An Xin finally drew a big circle, perfectly encircling Old Man Ding's head.
knock off!
She looked at her work with satisfaction, especially the last circle...
It's just perfect...
It also contains a bit of the Tao of Heaven and Earth!
The students of Class 4, Grade 1, were dumbfounded!
"ah!
My eyes! "
Some people couldn't help but exclaimed!
Why does that poor children's painting have a faint golden light?
It looks like a sun that is so ugly that no one can look directly at it!
"Squad leader...help!
My eyes can't see anything..."
A little boy sitting in the front row covered his face and shouted in grief.
In this class, his ghost power is the weakest!
Therefore, he couldn't bear it at first...
Hearing this, An Xin looked at him.
I saw that the eye sockets on his livid face were dark...
Several snow-white maggots are scrambling to crawl out...
[An Xin: ...You don’t have eyes in the first place, okay...
It’s weird to be able to see it...]
An Xin was too lazy to pay attention to them. The art book on the podium had attracted all her attention.
This ghost power is so pure!
It takes 10 students to compare to one art book.
Of course I have to give priority to absorbing the ghost power of the art book!
The art book ghost trembles...
There is darkness before my eyes...
…
"Report……
teacher……"
Li Xiangyang stammered again: "Can I send Song Xiaolong to the infirmary?
His eyes don't feel right! "
An Xin waved his hand lazily, sure...
Go for it!
Suddenly, Li Xiangyang hurried over, helped Song Xiaolong up, and the two of them stumbled out of the classroom!
[Song Xiaolong:...Mom!
Going to school is so scary…
let me go home...
Li Xiangyang: ...I'm sorry, classmates, I'll take the first step...]
The other students couldn't sit still for a moment.
A girl also raised her hand eagerly: "Teacher!
I want to go to the toilet! "
An Xin is helpless, and he is not a kindergarten kid. He can't hold it in even after this class?
She looked at the girl and saw that her death was extremely miserable. Half of her body was gone, her internal organs were exposed, and she was bleeding...
It's so pitiful...
An Xin immediately approved: "Go!"
…
So, next, the students in the class raised their hands one after another and found various excuses to leave the classroom.
An Xin glared: "What are you doing?
Are you deliberately causing trouble? "
Suddenly...
The whole class was extremely quiet, no one dared to make a sound anymore...
"Draw pictures for me!"
An Xin shouted again.
The student ghosts tremblingly picked up the paintbrushes and peeked at the golden painting on the blackboard...
They really dare not look at it!
…
"Jingle Bell!……"
A pleasant bell rang.
Suddenly, everyone was relieved.
"get out of class is over so soon?"
Peace of mind but still a little bit unfinished.
Don't tell me, being a teacher is quite fun.
[All students in Class 4, Grade 1:...please spare us!
I’ve never heard of art classes being delayed...
Just leave quickly...]
An Xin picked up the art book and said to the students: "Finish this painting after class. The class representative will collect all the homework and give it to me!"
"By the way...does your class have an art class representative?"
Hearing this, a delicate-looking little girl raised her hand tremblingly.
An Xin looked at it and saw that the student's death appearance was pretty good, his complexion was pale and his body was quite intact...
It looks like he died of illness!
He nodded and said, "Remember to send your homework to my office!"
After that, he walked out of the classroom happily.
[An Xin: ...10 minutes break, there is still a class...
It’s time to go trouble the next class...]
…
After An Xin left, the classroom of Class 4, Grade 1, was in an uproar...
"Qin Weiwei, besides the monitor, you are the most powerful in our class!
Go and erase the pictures on the blackboard! "
One student ghost said to another.
When Qin Weiwei heard this, she gave him a big look: "You are so capable, why don't you go up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?
Have you learned to command me?
I think you are itchy and need a beating..."
Despite Qin Weiwei's fierce look at the moment, she was actually covering up her incompetence.
She really didn't dare to face that painting...
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side!
Just now Wei Zhibin left the class door and started looking for the toilet.
…
This teaching building is rectangular, and the toilets are located at the east end of each floor.
At this moment, every class is in class.
The corridor was quiet...
It was so quiet that he could hear his own footsteps "ta da!"
Wei Zhibin stopped at the door of the toilet and carefully identified the signs on the wall.
Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I entered by mistake?
The sound of "ta da!" footsteps in my ears still doesn't stop!
etc!
Wei Zhibin is so excited!
My steps stopped...
Whose footsteps are these?
He suddenly felt cold all over his body, and his blood rushed to his brain.
However, he obviously felt that he was the only one here!
Wei Zhibin turned his head tremblingly, and a gust of rolling wind blew by...
There is nothing behind him!
Wei Zhibin forced himself to calm down and walked towards the men's room.
The toilet is not small, with more than a dozen cubicles.
Some doors are open and some are closed.
It was quiet inside, and there seemed to be no one.
Wei Zhibin walked to the first toilet door.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
…
After a while, he pressed the toilet button and heard a sound of stagnant water flow, similar to an old man's cough.
This toilet doesn’t look like much!
If this is a large size, can it be washed down?
Wei Zhibin thought as he walked to the sink and wanted to wash his hands.
The white ceramic pool looks quite peaceful.
It's a pity that Wei Zhibin hung under the sensor faucet for a long time, but no water came out.
He took back his hand depressedly, but a stream of water spurted out with a "swish!"
[Wei Zhibin: ...Is there still a delay in the water pipe after a long time of trouble? 】
He hurriedly reached out his hand again.
Unfortunately, before he reached the water pipe, the clear water quickly disappeared without a trace...
