shock! I fell into an infinite survival game and became a god

Chapter 68 Deadly Campus 8
The man at the front desk was hit hard on his head and tilted to one side.

Except for a few players, the students below lowered their heads and did not dare to look.

"Why don't you die? You can't do anything. What's the use of you?" Another slap hit the man at the front desk on the face, one after another. He took a step back, and the math teacher stepped forward.

"Garbage should go into the trash can. What are you doing here?" The teacher dragged him to the big trash can and pushed him forward.

"Get in!"

The male desk clerk seemed to have used all his strength to shake off the math teacher's shackles, and hit the math teacher with his head, pushing the math teacher back half a step.

"I will haunt you even if I die." Life left the last swan song. The male receptionist rushed out from the front door, opened the corridor window, and jumped out.
The math teacher twitched his lips and laughed twice: "Trash should die."

After straightening his wrinkled clothes, he returned to the podium.

"You must be obedient and don't be like that bastard who contradicts the teacher when he disobeys." He cleared his throat, as if there was phlegm in his throat, and his muffled voice filled the quiet classroom.

"Okay, let's continue class."

He took out the question book again, minding his own business, and talked about the questions that the male desk had not answered. The white chalk made a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound on the blackboard, which made people's brains tense and aroused a cluster of goosebumps. pimple.

While the math teacher was memorizing the words, Song Bai looked around the entire class.

They seemed to be used to things like 'a person dying'. Not even a single person in their class could be seen expressing emotion over such a tragic event.

Is it because he was implicated in filming the math teacher, or is it the disregard and indifference deep in his heart?
That boy said "pestering you", does that prove that everyone is a murderer? They watched with cold eyes. As an oppressed person, but also a helper of the perpetrators, Song Bai felt that this world was more terrifying than hers. The math teacher did not ask the students any more questions after this lesson.

After class, the students continued to do the same thing as before, gossiping and immersed themselves in studying. Perhaps the death of the man at the desk was just a new source of conversation to relieve the fatigue of those who were still living.

Song Bai thought for a while and walked to Li Chaoyang's side: "Yangyang, you said English teachers won't be like math teachers. I'm a little scared. English is so difficult."

She tried her best to imitate the tone of a normal high school student and communicate with Li Chaoyang, putting herself in a weak position and arousing Li Chaoyang's desire to communicate more.

As expected, Li Chaoyang, who has a cheerful personality, began to comfort her after hearing this: "Oh, it's okay. If that person is obedient, it will be okay. I don't know why I have to confront the teacher. The punishment from the English teacher is just a superficial one. I borrowed my notes." Here you go, take a look at it quickly, you will definitely be able to pass it."

Song Bai took Li Chaoyang's notes, returned to his seat and started to read through them.

Li Chaoyang's notes are very concise, and there is a special column for the prediction of questions in class, which is very convenient to check.

Quickly writing these down in his mind, Song Bai turned the notes to the last page. While reading the notes, she felt that the last two pages felt different from the unwritten part in the middle.

"Dadao, have you finished reading?" Li Chaoyang suddenly turned his head.

Closing the note neatly, Song Bai stood up and returned the note to her: "The content of the note is good, thank you Yangyang for your help!"

Li Chaoyang did not mention the last page. Song Bai recalled the content and thought silently.

(End of this chapter)