Mr. Zou's Adam's apple rolled, he took one last look at the audience and then went on stage.
Even someone like Cheng Miao, who doesn't know much about sports events, can see that the liberal arts class is working hard in this game, and both Mr. Zou and Zhou Jian are trying their best to win.
The game was decided at 16:20, and the liberal arts class won.
Zhou Jian stood under the basket with a face filled with joy of escaping death. He waved to the audience and suddenly felt a heavy hit on his temple.
"Sauri, brother, your hand slipped." The player running past missed the ball when collecting the basketball and hit Zhou Jian on the head.
It stands to reason that this is a common thing on the court, and Zhou Jian felt the same way. He lost his footing a little, and was knocked two steps away by the force, and he hit the basketball stand head-on.
There is a screw on the basketball stand that has not been screwed in and is exposed for a long time.
The screw passed through Zhou Jian's temple and pinned him to the basketball stand.
The auditorium was too far away to see what was going on here. People were coming and going on the court, but no one paid attention to Zhou Jian, who was motionless.
Only Mr. Zou noticed that something was wrong. He looked at the pool of blood at Zhou Jian's feet, and he had an uneasy suspicion in his heart and started shouting louder and louder.
He opened his mouth, his throat was dry, but he couldn't say a word. He walked towards Zhou Jian involuntarily as if he was possessed.
"What are they doing? Why haven't they come up yet?" The bearded man stood up and looked at the man, "Luckily, it seems that no one will die today."
Just when Mr. Zou walked up to Zhou Jian on the court, the huge basketball stand collapsed, and a steel bar was inserted into Mr. Zou's chest, nailing him to the ground.
Zhou Jian next to him was still hanging on the nail. The basketball stand looked like a broken building block. Only the base was still there, and the rest was scattered on the floor.
Screams and cries overturned the roof of the gymnasium, and all the students pushed and ran out, leaving behind the players with gloomy faces.
"How...how could it be possible? They also won." The bearded man had a dull look on his face. He was the one who almost got on the stage, and he was the one who was almost nailed to the ground.
Cheng Miao jumped down from the auditorium and approached the two corpses.
"Check." Cheng Miao reached into Zhou Jian's trouser bag. She wanted to know if the two of them took something or used some method to cheat.
The aunt, the bearded man, and Lao Yu huddled aside and did not dare to go up. The old man touched his goatee and did not move. Qiao Jin and Qian Ming smiled and watched Cheng Miao train his team members.
Qi Jiajia looked at Lin Zhu with a sneer. Lin Zhu looked pale and bit the corner of his mouth. As soon as he closed his eyes, he put his hand into Mr. Zou's pocket like a corpse.
Cheng Miao didn't find anything on Zhou Jian. Although Lin Zhu was afraid, he was very careful. He took off the ring that Mr. Zou was wearing. It was a prop.
It can reduce physical damage by 70% and is not used.
These two people didn't cheat or even use the props. Why did they die?
Cheng Miao's eyes swept over their sportswear, and an idea flashed in his mind.
"The liberal arts classes are competitors to the science classes, and the liberal arts classes cannot win!" Cheng Miao concluded with certainty.
Qiao Jin had just figured out this connection, and she nodded, "Our other rules are the same, but when it comes to competition with the science class, we can't beat Tan Tao's class."
Everyone was dumbfounded. This rule made no sense, but it was not unreasonable. If it hadn't been for the deaths of Mr. Zou and Zhou Jian, no one would have dared to confirm that this was the rule of the liberal arts class.
"In other words," Cheng Miao looked at the people in his class and patiently warned, "our class must not lose to the liberal arts class."
Xiao Freckles grabbed Chen Yu's hand and nodded with her. On the first day, she still felt like vomiting when she saw the corpse, but now she can think with Cheng Miao.
This is growth.
Growth watered with blood.
The dean and the players had another conversation, with the focus being on reassuring people.
No one has died in the school since the player came, and the dean’s eye lines have faded. People are selfish. As long as it’s not you who dies, there is always a way to adjust.
"I heard that Director, you like Tan Tao very much?" Cheng Miao asked.
The dean was stunned and nodded, "Yes, he is my best student."
Cheng Miao didn't say anything more. She smelled the smell of incense in the dean's office, like the smell of burning incense in a temple.
Faintly, she wasn't sure if she smelled it right.
When Cheng Miao brought it up in the cafeteria, most people stared. Only Qiao Jin finished her porridge and flipped her hair, "Xiao Ming and I will go to the office later."
The two are old players, so Cheng Miao is not worried.
As a more experienced player, Qin Musong's performance in this dungeon was mediocre. In fact, given his temperament, Cheng Miao found it strange that he could always follow the large army.
Cheng Miao always felt that Qin Musong liked Qi Jiajia very much, like an elder.
Qi Jiajia is unable to receive the kindness emanating from people who are much stronger than herself, and always avoids it.
At night, the team with six dead people was a little depressed, and no one was in the mood to chat.
Qiao Jin and Qian Ming went to the dean's office to look for clues. Lin Zhu went back to rest early. He was afraid it would still be him tonight, so he needed to recharge his batteries.
Qin Musong disappeared, maybe he had some ideas to verify. Lao Yu and Qin Musong were in the same dormitory, and they felt extremely safe. He didn't dare to rest until Qin Musong came back.
The old man and the bearded man were in the same room. Neither of them were talkative types, so they said hello and went back.
The aunt had a room by herself. She originally wanted to find Qiao Jin or Cheng Miao, but Qiao Jin's dormitory was full, and she didn't dare to sleep on the bed that Sister Li had slept in in Cheng Miao's dormitory, so she had to go back to the room by herself.
Cheng Miao was lying on the bed, looking at the mosquito net on the top, always feeling that there were some clues that he had overlooked.
The rules for good students that are too strict during the day are constantly being extended. What about the rules at night?
Why did the greasy man die? How did Lin Zhu survive? And what does the lab where Lin Zhu and others were locked up last night have to do with the note Qi Jiajia found in the classroom...
Thoughts are like a ball of yarn, wrapped together tighter and tighter.
"Classmate Cheng, someone is looking for you."
Cheng Miao got out of bed and poked his head out. It was Chen Yu and Xiao Freckles.
The two saw Cheng Miao smiling happily, "Sister Cheng, Sister Qiao asked us to tell everyone that they found traces of the formation in the office."
"Array?" Cheng Miao didn't expect it to be such a big gain.
The little freckle nodded, guessing that the lights-out time was coming soon, so he spoke faster, "Sister Qiao will explain in detail tomorrow. Let us tell you first so that you know what to do."
"Also, Brother Qin said that he went back to the gym and saw a clue about the corridor." Chen Yu recalled what Qin Musong told them.
"There's something wrong with this corridor... there's something wrong with this corridor. I can't get out..."
