I Live in a Dark Corner

After Xin Liaoyuan transferred to this school, which was rumored to be built on a mass grave, she found that her grades began to improve at a strange speed. The knowledge is engraved into the bone marrow, the handwriting stands on the paper like life, the thinking becomes as sharp as a knife, and the human character becomes as docile as a tamed beast. All these changes stem from the "tempering" of school teachers. Early mornings with not enough sleep, not enough meals, endless exercises, endless sketches, endless practice copybooks, endless runs on the playground, endless textbooks to memorize, endless test papers... At the end of each training session, Xin Liaoyuan only had two big bloody characters left in his mind. ——Exhaustion. Then every time she took an exam, as if she was forcibly taken over by some force, her mind began to automatically scan the questions, and the answers appeared in front of her like a ghost. Weird, but efficient. But every time she breaks through a learning bottleneck, a certain memory will evaporate from her mind. Now, she can no longer remember how she studied, nor can she remember the faces of her classmates. Even the appearance of the teacher is fading away, and even the names of her parents have begun to become blurry. Moreover, her way of thinking began to become different from ordinary people and uncontrollable. At first she didn't care, as long as she got stronger. But later, she found that whenever she saw a white paper, her fingers would tremble uncontrollably, and she instinctively wanted to fill in formulas, answers, and diagrams... It's like some kind of addictive reaction, unstoppable and unpredictable. Are there any side effects from learning... But she finally realized what a suffocating and fucked up world it was. ——If this continues, she may no longer be a human, but a pure learning machine. It's really scary to think about it carefully, scary to think about it roughly, and even scarier if you don't think about it... * Small theater 1 Late at night, Xin Liaoyuan stared in the mirror and found that what reflected in his pupils was not a human face, but a test paper full of red crosses. She reached out to touch it, but in the mirror she picked up a pen and corrected the mistakes. ? ? ? ... Are all mirrors equipped with technology now? Then she felt a chill on her back again. Who is tapping me on the shoulder? Xin Liaoyuan was so angry that he swung the fire hammer and smashed it—— "I'm sorry! Lao Xin, look carefully! Don't accidentally hurt your classmates!!" Oh, it turned out to be friendly forces. It was so dangerous that he almost killed his accomplice whom he had just met. Small theater 2 The teacher handed over a blank composition paper: "The title is "My Family"." Xin Liaoyuan waved his pen vigorously, but wrote down a series of cold data, "Father: Unknown; Mother: unknown; Family relations: unknown." What was extremely weird was that after she handed in the paper, the teacher smiled and nodded at her, then picked up a pen and wrote the bright red and even scary "100". Xin Liao was originally confused and just wanted to hand in the answer sheet, but when she realized what she and the teacher had done, she suddenly had an epiphany, like an enlightenment - there was another conspiracy behind all this. She must find the truth and escape. ——Escape from this cannibal school! Her decision was both accidental and inevitable. Small theater 3: Based on Xin Liaoyuan's many years of experience in going to school here, she once wrote this children's song for her alma mater, which is not a children's song: Sunday is Shrovetide Saturday is indulgence day Friday is Scream Day Thursday is the day of prayer Wednesday is Despair Day Tuesday is Labor Day Monday is collective jumping off building day We must praise our alma mater, praise our mentor, and praise the Lord who gave us life~ ——Look, what a beautiful score, listen, how loud the singing in the school hall is. Concept: Sunflowers cannot grow in a backlit place