At the teaching building, there are several students surrounding them. They are holding test papers in their hands and queuing up at the door of the classroom on the first floor of the teaching building.
Su Qingyu saw Li Nana among the group of people.
She was the girl who was scolded by the dormitory aunt when she registered in the girls' dormitory, was assigned to the seventh floor, and failed the exam.
I saw Li Nana holding a stack of heavy books in her arms with an unwavering expression on her face.
There were so many people and there didn't seem to be any danger.
Su Qingyu walked up and asked, "Li Nana, what are you doing?"
Li Nana recognized Su Qingyu, she lowered her head and complained: "I'm waiting in line to register for make-up classes."
"Make up lessons?" Su Qingyu did not receive such notice.
Li Nana sighed and explained: "You can get high scores in the exam before admission. If you get the title of top student, you don't need to make up lessons or add additional courses.
It's heartbreaking to say that I fooled my father by modifying my grades in the [Sweet Home] copy.
I originally thought that if I left that dungeon, this matter would be over. Who would have thought that this dungeon would be linked to that damn grade! "
Li Nana was indignant and felt that she was extremely unlucky.
Su Qingyu thought thoughtfully: "In this case, the wisest approach would be to get above the required score without getting full marks."
"Who says it's not the case? I got this." Li Nana took out a piece of paper from the textbooks with [Rules for Poor Students] written on it.
Su Qingyu looked at the densely packed words on the paper.
(Daystar High School is committed to cultivating outstanding talents. The school upholds the fine virtues of teaching and educating people, and will strive to transform poor students into qualified top students.
In order to facilitate the school's renovation work, all poor students are asked to abide by the following rules:)
[1. Students who score less than 90 points in the entrance examination are considered poor students and need to participate in make-up classes organized by the school. The make-up classes last for one year. Poor students who have not completed the make-up classes will not enjoy any statutory holidays. 】
[2. If poor students meet a teacher in school, they must take the initiative to salute you, even if the teacher turns a blind eye to you. 】
[3. Do not refuse the teacher’s learning arrangements. If the learning tasks arranged by two or more teachers conflict, please choose a trustworthy teacher carefully. 】
[4. The school hospital will provide blue drinks to poor students every morning during self-study time. Remember, if the school doctor offers a red drink, refuse it immediately and notify the teacher. 】
[5. Teachers will not let students help with personal matters. 】
[6. Poor students who complete the make-up lessons and pass the exam can be awarded the title of top student. Please study hard, this is your only chance to change your destiny! 】
These six rules are only for poor students.
Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie do not need to comply.
"Six more rules means more accidents and risks." Li Nana held the rules and the paper was crumpled.
Su Qingyu withdrew her gaze: "Danger comes from copies. Without rules, you will be even more dangerous."
"That's right." Li Nana spread out the rules. This was her life-saving straw. She couldn't break it. "The queue is almost reaching me. I'll go in first."
"Bye, you go get busy first." Su Qingyu waved her hand.
Saying goodbye to Li Nana who looked miserable, Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie were preparing to leave the teaching building.
The teacher in high heels came down from the second floor. The teacher wore black-rimmed glasses and held a heavy textbook in his arms.
She walked behind Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie: "Two classmates, please wait a moment. Can you help me go to the utility room to move the new books that need to be distributed tomorrow?"
Cheng Yaojin appears halfway!
A drop of cold sweat slipped from Zhuang Xiaodie's forehead. Her breathing became rapid and she didn't know what to do.
Su Qingyu's heart went back and forth a thousand times.
Answering the teacher means that you need to have a dialogue with the teacher, and dialogue will create unknown risks.
Pretend not to see the teacher, the teacher may be angry...
Whichever is the lesser of two evils.
Su Qingyu immediately stopped, as if she had just seen the teacher, turned around and greeted enthusiastically: "Hello, teacher."
The teacher adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes fell on Su Qingyu, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "What's your name?"
"...My friends all call me Qingyu." Because he didn't get the complete rules, Su Qingyu didn't directly report his full name.
The teacher blinked and said in a very gentle tone: "It turns out that he is a new top student. Are you still used to coming to this school?
I am the Chinese teacher and head teacher of Class 1. I hope you can be assigned to my class. "
Su Qingyu's mouth was as sweet as honey: "I also hope to be assigned to the teacher's class."
The teacher nodded: "The utility room is in the small room at the end of the second floor. You two can go together, put the books on the trolley, and then pull them out."
In this school, the most important thing is grades.
It can be judged from the teacher's attitude that the teacher likes "top students".
[Rule for Poor Students] Although it does not apply to top students, the main goal of this school is the same, which is to cultivate outstanding students.
Make-up classes, homework assignments, exams, and even blue drinks arranged by the school doctor should all be related to grades.
Going to the utility room to move the new books distributed tomorrow is not the teacher's "private matter."
Maybe there will be unexpected gains.
Su Qingyu thought about it for a while, and then agreed: "After we take the books out of the utility room, where should we send them?"
The teacher pointed to where Li Nana was queuing up: "Just send her to the door of that classroom."
According to the teacher's request, Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie came to the second floor.
The corridor on the second floor was silent as they arrived at the school utility room. There were no rules posted at the door.
Walking into the utility room, the air is filled with dust and musty smell, which makes people feel oppressive and uncomfortable.
A stack of textbooks is stacked at the back of the shelf, with a blue cart next to it.
Su Qingyu squatted down and picked up thick books one after another. Zhuang Xiaodie came to help, and soon the cart was full.
"That's almost it. Let's get out of here quickly." The smell in the air made Su Qingyu's throat uncomfortable.
Bai Yuanxiang saw the textbook, picked up one and started reading: "Master, these are not the knowledge for the first year of high school, but the knowledge for the third year of high school."
"But the teacher said this is the new book that will be distributed tomorrow..." Su Qingyu was confused. Freshmen should start from the first year of high school, so why should they take textbooks from the third year of high school.
Suddenly, a strange breath came, and Su Qingyu felt a chill.
As they put all the books into the cart, a strong gust of wind blew and the door suddenly closed, trapping the two of them in the utility room.
"What a strong wind!" Zhuang Xiaodie was startled.
Su Qingyu tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open.
"Have you ever heard strange sounds?" Su Qingyu heard unclear sounds, sometimes whispers, sometimes slight whines.
Zhuang Xiaodie shook his head.
Could it be an auditory hallucination?
The cart suddenly moved, and Zhuang Xiaodie staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Be careful." Su Qingyu supported Zhuang Xiaodie.
Zhuang Xiaodie rubbed her sore wrist and asked in a low voice: "Qingyu, are you pulling the cart?"
"No." Su Qingyu frowned. She just put her hand on the cart without exerting any force.
The cart began to roll uncontrollably, making a squeaking sound, and then hit a pile of black garbage bags. The bags were torn and a strong stench was released.
Bloody paper floated out of the bag and flew all over the sky.
Where it entered the eyes, there was blood red.
When I walked forward, I saw "Reflection Letter" and "Guarantee Letter" written on the ground.
These are all blood letters left by former students!
