I opened my eyes again on the anniversary, and it was still this classroom.
It was sultry, with the smell of human body heat, the fan was blowing loudly, and I didn't know whether it was due to sitting for a long time or something else, soreness in my waist and abdomen.
"Classmate." The big face in front of him suddenly came very close. The neck was twisted and turned excessively, causing wrinkles connecting the skin and flesh, which accumulated into brown ravines. "Are you okay?"
Anniversary felt the eyes from all directions, including those at the table next to him. In this second week, he discovered the murderer hiding his body in a locker at the back of the classroom.
"It's okay," he croaked.
The pain of being hacked to death last week seems to be still engraved deep in my soul.
"That's good." The teacher nodded and walked away.
But at this moment, Zhou Lang discovered that this teacher... There was no shadow behind him.
Let's blow up the school and destroy it. I'm tired, really. Zhou Lang thought calmly.
In a word: It is a sad and scary story about a struggling student who wanted to escape from school after evening self-study, but was forced to stay in school by being put back over and over again. After n weeks of studying, he discovered that holy shit, everyone around me had a crush on me.
Intention: The hatred between students and school