On the playground, there was dead silence.
All the "students" maintained strange still postures, with only the eyes under the masks staring at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo stood on the podium, the mask fragment in his hand slightly hot. He could feel that the fragments were trying to reunite, as if some force was calling them.
"You... What did you do?" The dean's voice came from the radio, with a hint of imperceptible trembling.
Lin Mo didn't answer. His eyes scanned every face on the playground - those "students" controlled by masks, those once living lives. The barrage in the live broadcast room has exploded, and the number of viewers has exceeded the five million mark.
Fuck! The mask is broken? !
