At Black Rose Public School, class is engraved into the bones.
Here, blood is the shackles and wealth is the blade.
Some sit on the throne and write rules, some cut open people's hearts with graceful gestures, some pierce their fangs into the weaker ones, and some kneel in the dust and lick the leftovers.
And the "shadow" at the bottom is not even qualified to be trampled on.
Zhishui is a "passer-by" in this public school.
Like a harmless fog, like a blank page, forever bowing its head through the boiling malice.
Until one day, blood seeped out of the fog...
The most terrifying monsters in this public school often wear the most harmless clothing.
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