On the day I failed the college entrance examination, I received a black admission notice.
Registration location: Morgue.
On the first day of school, school rules killed one-third of the freshmen.
Those who do not have a student ID card will be deleted directly. Anyone who breaks the rules will be melted on the spot. Every class is a copy of death, and failing a class means death.
But I found that I could see the flaws in the rules a few tenths of a second in advance.
The formulas in advanced mathematics classes can kill people, the finish line in physical education classes can eat people, and if you can't write a ghost story in elective classes, you will turn into a ghost - and I rely on these few tenths of a second to escape death again and again.
What's even more frightening is that for every twelve credits you complete, you can change your life once in reality. Extra points in the college entrance examination, wealth coming, relatives resurrected...
But I haven't paid the price of changing my life yet.
