Cellululu simply walked to the table, found an empty seat and sat down. She took out the test paper that Teacher Wang had given her before from her schoolbag and started reading it.
She was not in a hurry. After all, when it was time to turn off the lights, everyone had to go back to bed. Then they could always find out which bed was theirs. As for the daily necessities placed in the common areas, it was easier to confirm which ones were not used by anyone. Whichever one is hers.
Cellululu scanned the test paper roughly and found that she could basically write the questions without any problems. She took out a pencil and prepared to write the test paper.
At present, everything is in a cloud, and she plans to follow the trajectory first.
"Humph, I'm really annoying. I just like to make small reports and I don't know what to say to the teacher." Suddenly, a cold snort came from my ear, full of dissatisfaction and anger.
"Some people just like to curry favor with teachers." There was a sneer of disdain in agreement.
Cellululu looked up and saw two girls sitting opposite her. Seeing her, they stared back at her provocatively.
A girl who was sitting on the bed chatting with someone heard this and turned around to joke.
"Jiang Li, as a math class representative, you may be squeezed out one day."
A girl lying on the upper bunk suddenly put down the book in her hand, straightened up, and spoke in an aggressive tone.
"Oh, what am I afraid of? If she can use one-tenth of her energy of snitching and fawning over the teacher on her studies, I might still be a little worried."
"Hee hee hee······"
Upon hearing this, the other girls all laughed, with a bit of malice and ridicule in mind.
Cellululu looked around at everyone. Are you so blatantly saying bad things? Is this person's popularity so low? And, snitching? Flatter the teacher? Is the truth? Or is it a misunderstanding?
Celluloid remained silent. She didn't know which one was the truth, so there was no need to explain or argue. If there was an error in her response, the plot would be corrected automatically.
She didn't answer, and those people stopped after taunting her for a few more words. Then, they still ignored Dafa and pretended she didn't exist.
From this point of view, silence is correct. So, the original owner of this identity has an introverted or even timid character?
Cellululu thought about it and wrote down the first line of calculations. But soon, the first plot correction appeared. The calculations that appeared on the scroll were completely different from what she wanted to write.
It was obviously her hand holding the pen, and she even felt that every stroke was what she wanted to write, but what she actually wrote was all messy formulas and numbers. Of course, it was not complete graffiti and blindness. Writing, it’s just not right.
The handwriting is also different. This handwriting is immature, neat and a little dull, but it is exactly the same as the handwriting that writes names and class numbers in textbooks.
Cellululu's face was expressionless, and she simply let her mind go, letting her hand write down rows of correct or incorrect calculation steps and answers.
After a paper was automatically generated, Cellululu made an estimate and found that the accuracy rate was only a little over half, hovering between passing and failing. It seemed that the original owner's mathematics level was really poor, and this kind of level did require supplementary lessons. .
So, Teacher Wang is really enthusiastic about teaching and helping poor students? Cellululu was not sure and could only take one step at a time.
The clock pointed to half past nine. A girl glanced at the clock while chatting. Then, her eyes widened in surprise. She turned to look at Celluloid and asked slightly angrily.
"Why don't you go get some water?"
The other girls suddenly looked as if they had just noticed, and spoke dissatisfiedly.
"Eh? It's already half past nine? Cellululu, what are you doing? Do you still want us to remind you to fetch water?"
"That's right! What if there's no water?"
"Let's make an agreement first. If there is no water, you can go to the school's big water room to get water. I don't use cold water."
Cellululu glanced at the eight red plastic thermos bottles placed in the corner and spoke calmly.
"So, you want me to fetch hot water for 8 people by myself? Why? Is this my turn today? Or do you only order me alone every day?"
But this question didn't seem to fall on everyone's ears, and no one responded, only urging more impatiently.
"Why are you still lingering there? Go quickly!"
"That's it, let's go! Do you want us to help you get the hot water bottle?"
"You were willing to help us fetch hot water, but now you're ready to become a villain who doesn't keep your word?"
Cellululu looked at the faces that were naturally filled with accusations, and said nothing. She stood up, waved her hand, and eight thermos bottles flew up out of thin air and floated behind her. Cellululu turned and walked out.
The seven girls looked at the back of Celluloid and the eight thermos bottles surrounding her. At the same time, their faces twisted strangely, as if they were stunned and full of ferociousness. The fluorescent lights in the room danced along with them, reflecting the dim and uncertain light. Each face had a dull slate color.
There is only a water boiling room in the girls' dormitory building. It is on the second floor. It is crowded with people, and there is constant chatter and fighting. There are already long queues in front of the four taps. Some people also have two hot water bottles at their feet. However, there are still classmates accompanying them. , it is unique for someone like her to drink 8 servings of water per person.
If the original owner is really the owner, 8 hot water bottles would require 4 trips back and forth. In addition to the time to queue up again each time, it will definitely take about an hour to get all the water. If you come as late as today, you may really need to go to the school bathhouse. Get water from the boiling water room over there.
This is really bullying. Cellululu's face was pale, but now, she naturally had no intention of correcting even this part of the plot to be exactly the same.
Cellululu thought slightly, popping open the corks of the eight thermos bottles. Then, outside the large thermos bucket, eight silver-white water columns appeared out of thin air, falling from the sky, like a water dragon, and accurately fell into the thermos bottles. The water made a gurgling sound. When it was completely full, Cellululu flicked her fingertips, the water column disappeared, and the cork was closed again. Cellululu turned around and walked towards the dormitory with the filled thermos bottle floating in the air.
After she left, the noisy boiling water room suddenly fell silent. Dozens of girls turned their heads and looked at the door where no one was seen with distorted faces. Their expressions seemed speechless and ferocious.
After returning to the dormitory, I saw that Cellululu had brought back the hot water. The seven girls took out the washbasin and footbath from under their beds. As a result, Cellululu successfully found her bed, on the far left side. The lower bunk next to the window.
Celluloid thought this bed was not hers before, because two girls had been sitting on this bed eating melon seeds and chatting. Although it was covered with newspapers, a lot of melon seed peels still flew onto the quilt and pillow next to it.
Cellululu stood in front of her bed, looking at the pile of garbage on it, and then looked back at the two girls. They were already sitting on their clean and tidy bed washing their feet.
Although Cellululu didn't feel any emotional ups and downs, she could think rationally. In this situation, what should she say normally?
She turned around and spoke calmly.
"Take away the trash and make my bed."
The two girls were laughing and joking, as if they didn't hear her at all. The other girls' eyes showed gloating, as if they were watching a good show.
Cellululu stood in front of the two girls and asked calmly again. "Take away the trash and make my bed."
The two girls were still laughing and joking, turning a deaf ear.
Cellululu was silent, and then, with a movement of her fingertips, the newspapers piled with melon seed peels on her bed automatically floated up, and the scattered remnants on the quilt and pillows also gathered together. With a clatter, they spread everywhere on the two girls' beds like a goddess scattering flowers. Flowering.
The two girls, with their heads full of melon seed peels, completely froze with smiles on their faces. They looked down at the large amount of melon seed peels on their bodies and in the footbath with dull expressions. For a moment, a thick green look suddenly appeared on their faces. Gray and gloomy, his pupils suddenly disappeared, leaving only the pale whites of his eyes, staring straight at the celluloid.
Cellululu looked back at each other unhappily.
The dormitory suddenly became quiet. The other girls stopped talking and snickering. Although they didn't roll their eyes and their faces turned gray, they all suddenly lost all emotions and looked at Celluloid with expressionless faces.
There was a stalemate like this for a moment, when Cellululu thought there would be a direct showdown, everyone returned to their normal expressions in an instant, mocking, disapproving, disdainful. As for the two girls with only the whites of their eyes left, As if nothing had happened, he started talking and laughing again, completely ignoring the melon seed peels on his head and face.
Cellulu sat back on the bed. Since she didn't intend to fall out, she could only continue. She fetched water and washed her face and feet. At ten o'clock, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed.
Everyone crawled onto the bed, and Cellululu was no exception. In the darkness, the room suddenly became quiet. Not only was there no sound of speech, but even the sound of breathing seemed to be gone. Cellululu didn't care, but Looking at the nearby window.
Outside the transparent glass window, a hazy moonlight shines, but it is dim and blurry. The willows planted outside the window dance with the wind, and their silhouettes fall on the glass, as if countless pairs of ghost hands are beating on the window to come in.
The moonlight became darker and darker, and the ghosts clapped and danced more vigorously. Cellululu gradually felt that her eyelids were a little heavy. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air. Cellululu suddenly became energetic. She looked intently and saw a The girl fell straight down from the sky on her head and feet. The moment they passed each other, their eyes met for an instant.
Those eyes were full of resentment, anger, hatred and despair. They were bloodshot and red, as if they had been crying for a long time. It also seemed that the blood vessels had burst due to cerebral congestion. They were bright red and terrifying, with a chill that chilled the body.
Cellululu got up and walked to the window, only to hear a dull bang, like the sound of the body rebounding from a heavy landing. Then, countless pages of paper fell out of thin air from above, flying all over the sky.
Celluloid opened the window and looked down. A girl with two braids was lying on the ground with her limbs twisted, like a rag doll whose hands and feet had been broken. She was pitiful and strange, with bright red blood on her face. Slowly dripping out of her body.
With just one glance, Cellululu knew that the girl was hopeless. Although it was doubtful whether there were any living people in this place, she reached out and caught a piece of paper, only to find that it was a drawing paper. There is a person sketched, it is Teacher Wang.
However, in this painting, the image of Teacher Wang is realistic and abstract. People can tell that it is Teacher Wang at a glance, but the exaggerated split mouth, extremely curved corners of the eyes, and reflective glasses are full of desire. The malicious smile and the pure black background make Teacher Wang as scary as a demon.
Celluloid reached out and took two more drawing papers. This time they were watercolors, but the colors were also dark and distorted.
One picture shows a physical education class in school. Some students are running and some are playing ball. The teacher is guiding them. However, the sky is dark, the playground is blood red, and both the teacher and the students are distorted. Like an amoeba, the face was also distorted, with unspeakable malice. A black energy gathered from everyone, forming a bloody mouth above them that seemed to be ferocious and mocking.
Another picture shows a man painting in the art room with his back to others. He is thin and has a quartz mechanical watch on his wrist. He is wearing a white shirt and a camel sweater on his shoulders. He lowers his head and holds a watercolor brush in one hand. A full body portrait of a girl was traced on the paper. However, I don't know if it was unfinished or something, but Celluloid always felt that the girl in the painting seemed to be naked.
The tone of this entire painting is also half sunny and half dark, making people feel that there may be a deep trap hidden under the beauty.
There are countless drawing papers falling from the sky, flying and fluttering in the sky. In the middle of the night, like a rain of white paper money as a memorial, it falls on the body of the dead girl and the surrounding ground, like an art painting, full of Weird shock and beauty of death.
Cellululu withdrew her gaze and turned around thoughtfully. In the dark dormitory, seven girls were sitting on the bed, their pale eyes looking straight at her without knowing it. How long had they been looking at her like this.
Cellululu turned a blind eye to the death of these girls and asked without any fireworks.
"Someone is dead down there. Do you want to go down and take a look?"
The seven girls showed expressions of disgust, fear and disgust. With a plop, they fell straight down again, and then there was no sound.
Seeing these girls pretending to be dead, Cellululu didn't care. She lowered her head and glanced downstairs again. As a result, she found that the corpses of the girls had disappeared, and the drawing papers flying everywhere were also gone.
Cellululu put her hands on the window sill and looked down for a while, thinking that she should continue to lie on the bed and rest.
At this time, a sentence suddenly drifted through the dormitory.
"...She is the biggest nightmare in this school..."
Cellululu looked back, but couldn't find who had spoken. She lay back on the bed again and covered herself with the quilt. The night was still long.
She closed her eyes, and in a daze, a woman's face covered in blood suddenly appeared, looking at her with hatred.
On that face, there were only two dark bloody holes where the eyes were. The upper and lower lips were cut off, revealing white teeth. There was a mouth, but it was empty inside. The tongue was missing, and the feet were connected from under the knees. The root was cut off, and the left hand was gone. Only one right hand was grabbing at her desperately, roaring crazily.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~"
Cellululu observed it for a while before she recognized the face.
"Celluloid?"
Isn't this the girl with whom she had a name dispute? Why haven't we seen each other for a while and it has become like this? Is it a dream? But she’s not familiar with this person, right? There is no deep hatred or hatred for her to become such a virtuous person.
Cellululu felt it for a moment and then asked with enlightenment.
"Are you... dead? Have you been absorbed by this place and turned into an obsession?"
Aren't there a bunch of men around this girl protecting her? Why did he die so quickly? Did you encounter any monster?
Cellululu's rhetorical question made the ghost face become even more ferocious and terrifying, and it screamed loudly.
"······Celluloid·····Yes·····I am celluloid·····I am cellululu·····I am also celluloid after death· ····It's not you...It's not you...I use all my obsessions to curse you and those men...You will never remember that you are celluloid... ·The pain I have suffered...torture...humiliation...will inevitably be inflicted on you by those men..."
After a pause, Ghostface began to cry softly with a mixture of love and hate.
"Lord Pariston...Lord Pariston...I love you...I hate you too...What is the real you..." ·I don’t understand...What is your love for her...I don’t understand either...Liberate your nature...I will watch Looking at you...looking at what your love is..."
Among the drawings flying in the sky, a girl with double ponytails showed a strange smile.
"...Huhu... How interesting... A girl who is crazy about love... I am willing to help you..."
Cellululu was sleeping with her brows slightly furrowed. She seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss and gradually lost herself.
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