After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle

Several newcomers subconsciously threw away the umbrellas in their hands, and two of the girls desperately rubbed their hands on their skirts, as if the disgusting blood was contaminated with their hands through the umbrella handle.

But their fingers were a little bit infrared, but they had nothing.

People's psychological cues and associative abilities are horrible magnifying glasses, and the sobriety value of newcomers has begun to rise rapidly.

The female teacher glanced at them with warning eyes, and said mechanically: "Please don’t throw anything in the school building. Used umbrellas can be placed on the umbrella stand over there. The cleanliness of the school building depends on everyone’s consciousness. ."

Hearing that, the few newcomers who had thrown away the umbrellas immediately picked them up in a panic, but they didn't want to take another look at the **** umbrella.

"What the **** is going on... Is there something wrong with the umbrella?" Hei Chang murmured to himself, biting his nails worriedly.

Chi Nan took a closer look at the red umbrella and found that the originally smooth surface of the umbrella was now mottled, as if it had been passed by Ling Chi.

"Maybe it's not the umbrella problem," he said.

"What's the meaning?"

"It may be the snow falling on the umbrella surface," he said, reaching out his hand to touch the traces of the umbrella surface being cut, and the touch felt like a blade has drawn countless fine and dense wounds on the skin. "Snow stroked the umbrella. hurt."

Hearing that, a boy looked in Chi Nan's direction, but said nothing.

Chi Nan's voice was not loud, but the female teacher standing in front of the crowd heard his inference, with a smile of approval on her face: "On a cold winter night, the wind and snow are like a knife. Frostbite."

Her words almost affirmed Chi Nan's guess, everyone was in an uproar, and the eyes that looked at Green Mao and Lan Mao became sympathetic and scared.

"You, what are you doing looking at me like this? I didn't cover the umbrella and it's not good right now? Pretending to be a god!" Lu Mao's mouth continued to curse rudely, but his face was already a little pale.

The blue hair standing next to him was not able to hold it so well. At this moment, he looked at the back of his palms and hands against the light, and even rolled up his sleeves and looked carefully, confirming that his skin was intact before he breathed a sigh of relief: " It's okay, it's a false alarm, and there isn't a single cold hair missing."

Lu Mao cursed him with a gloomy expression: "I have never seen a white knife or a red knife, and I am afraid that this bluffing snow knife will not work, and **** his mother!"

Everyone looked at the mottled umbrella in their hands, and then at the two gangsters who had blown up their hair in order to hide their fear, with complex expressions.

Chi Nan lowered his gaze and found that there were a few more broken hairs on the originally spotless white carpet. The cheap blue-green hair dye made the hair loss look particularly eye-catching.

The female teacher did not show the two rude students, but instead grinned to everyone: "Please come with me, everybody, before handing out the dormitory keys, we need to play a little game."

"Swim, game?" The dream tourist, who was already anxious, was so nervous at the moment that his voice trembled.

The female teacher opened her hands: "Please come with me. It's just a simple little game. It's good for the students to play according to their intuition."

Experienced dream visitors know very well that in the world of nightmares, it is not a good thing to mention intuition.

But at this moment, the only way is to obey the npc instruction to issue the task.

Soon, everyone followed the female teacher through the empty corridor and came to a small classroom with incandescent lights.

Nineteen stools were arranged in a circle in advance, and they were neatly placed in the center of the classroom with their backs facing inward, as if a stool grabbing game would be held here. The only difference is that the chairs can accommodate a person walking by. The width.

The classroom is well heated, but the tragic white lights all around, the nineteen empty stools standing alone in the middle of the classroom, and the reflections of the students being stretched on the ground...the strange atmosphere makes people shudder.

"Students, please sit down." The female teacher leaned back against the door of the classroom and made a gesture to everyone.

The atmosphere in the classroom has fallen to a freezing point. Everyone, look at me and I look at you. No one wants to be the first person to sit down.

Just as Chi Nan wanted to take a step, the ball head girl suddenly asked, "Teacher, is this going to let us play the game of grabbing a stool?"

She uttered the questions of several old dreamers.

Unexpectedly, the female teacher shook her head: "There are nineteen stools in the classroom, just enough for you to sit, no need to grab them."

Meatball head bit the lollipop, and continued to ask calmly: "If you add in, there are 20 of us, and there is only one stool."

The female teacher stood up straight and looked her eyes straight: "I am a teacher. The teacher always stands on the podium and does not need a seat."

Everyone: "..." It makes sense.

Female teacher: "Students don't need to be so humble, sit down quickly, the game will be completed soon."

But even if she had said so clearly, everyone still didn't completely put down their guard. In the end, Chi Nan casually picked a stool and sat down. After everyone saw his composure, they took a seat one by one cautiously.

After an episode of Blood Umbrella just now, the two little gangsters who were not afraid of the blue and green hairs were already a little bit scared, and they dared to sit only after seeing Chi Nan sitting well.

It turns out that they really think too much. Apart from a bit of frozen butt, there is nothing scary about this stool.

After everyone sat down, the female teacher took out a large bunch of small white flowers from the cabinet in the corner of the classroom.

"From the moment you get off the bus, the new semester has begun." The female teacher held the little white flower in her arms and walked slowly around the students sitting in a circle. The black leather shoes'dongdongdong' hit the white porcelain. On the floor, people scalp numb, "Our boarding school attaches great importance to school rules. Students who violate school rules are likely to face death punishment, and all punishments are carried out at night."

Hearing the words "death punishment", everyone held their breath.

"Unfortunately to inform everyone that just tonight, some students have broken the school rules."

The pale lights filled the empty classroom like water, everyone seemed to be sunk under the deep water, the oxygen was drained, and the chest was dull and difficult to breathe.

The color on Green Mao's face is more ugly than his hair color, and he jumped up from the chair with a rub, "What do you mean?!"

Thinking of everything before, he couldn't help but take his seat.

Just listening to "puff", the female teacher's neck bone made a crisp sound. Her lower body wearing high heels did not make any movements, but the head on her neck twisted 180 degrees to the back and looked at the green hair: "This classmate, please do not Noisy, otherwise..."

Lu Mao collided with her gloomy gaze, and shook violently following a demon, and then fell back on the cold bench.

The devil was stunned, and the previous arrogant aura disappeared.

"Everyone, remember, please don't make noise."

Seeing that the green hair disappeared, the female teacher turned her head straight with a ‘click’ again, “Let’s keep a quiet and serious attitude and pray for the classmates who are about to be punished with the white flowers in our hands.”

With that, the female teacher suddenly stopped and handed a white flower to Hei Changzhi.

Hei Changzhi suddenly widened his eyes, and opened his mouth in disbelief: "Ah...who is the hand of these white flowers...who will be punished?"

He had no intention of reaching out to pick it up, and his two hands helplessly supported the edge of the chair and trembled.

The female teacher smiled stiffly: "No, every student will have his own white flowers. Later I need you to give the white flowers to the students who may be punished."

"What do you mean? How do we know which classmate will be punished?"

"Could it be that whoever we vote for will be punished? Just like killing a werewolf..."

"Ah, this is too unfair..."

The female teacher explained patiently: “Of course not. The school only punishes students who violate school regulations. The white flowers in the hands of the students cannot play a decisive role.”

She put the white flower on the tip of her nose and sniffed, "It's just a small game. It tests the observation and judgment ability of the students. The students who guess the correct one can get the corresponding credits. After graduation, these credits will be transformed into precious gifts for you. , The teacher believes that as smart as you, he must know what I am referring to."

Experienced dream visitors immediately understood the meaning of the female teacher's words.

In other words, the list of punished students has been determined, and there will be no changes due to their voting. The voting itself is just a plot point for good impressions, as long as they correctly send the white flowers to the **** classmates, and after the nightmare is over You can get the degree of favorability assigned by the dreamer, but there is no other danger.

The answer has been determined, they are innocent no matter how they vote...

"Do you understand the classmates?" The female teacher reconfirmed as she watched the classmates' increasingly complex expressions.

The dream visitors who sat in a circle back to back nodded one after another.

The female teacher smiled with satisfaction: "Then, start with you first."

She put the white flower on the black long and straight skirt and looked directly into his eyes, "You can quietly put the white flower behind a certain classmate's chair, don't be nervous, all the students can't look back during the whole process."

Hei Chang was stunned for a moment, and saw the urgency in the eyes of the female teacher, before he had to shake his hands to pick up the white flower, and walk around the center of the circle formed by the chair, hesitating against the backs of the eighteen classmates, fingertips It was pierced by a small thorn on the white flower without feeling.

"Don't be so embarrassed, just judge by your intuition," the female teacher reminded, her sharp eyes swept across everyone's faces, "The rest of the classmates are not allowed to look back. Peeking will also be punished."

Finally, Hei Chang bit his lip and put the little white flower behind Lu Mao with light steps. He didn't dare to make a loud noise during the whole process, and ran back to his position after completing the task.

The white flowers were handed out one by one. When it was Chi Nan's turn, he was curious to sniff the white petals like a female teacher, but he didn't smell any unique smell.

"Teacher, can I have two flowers?" Chi Nan asked.

Everyone was stunned by his speech, and a surprise flashed in the eyes of the female teacher: "Of course we can. We encourage students who dare to innovate."

With that said, she assigned the two white flowers to Chi Nan's hands. Chi Nan didn't hesitate to put the flowers directly behind Lan Mao and Lu Mao.

Obviously, judging from the blood stains infiltrated by the umbrella, the first rule of the school is to walk in the snowy night under the umbrella. The two students who ignored the driver’s warning had seriously violated the rules.

Five minutes later, the first seventeen students had finished arranging flowers, and finally it was the turn of Green Mao and Lan Mao themselves.

The last of them were sitting on pins and needles. When Green Mao got the white flower and stood up, he blurted out a silly sentence, but before he had time to say the rude words, he was immediately blocked by the female teacher’s warning line of sight, and he looked nervously. Looking at the small white flowers piled up behind his chair, his face was cold and sweaty.

Sure enough... everyone thought he was going to die...

Lu Mao secretly cursed a few words, and threw the white flower in his hand behind the black long straight chair. Why is he such a great master who is not afraid to die? If you want to die, you should send that kind of sissy metamorphosis to death...!

Soon, the flower delivery on the first night was over. In the end, Green Mao received 13 flowers, Lan Mao received five flowers, Hei Changzhi received two flowers, and the rest of the student chairs were blank.

The female teacher brought three glass vases, pruned the leaves of the white flowers belonging to the three people, and inserted them neatly into the bottles.

"Please accept the blessings from your classmates." The female teacher handed the vases to the three of them, with a gentle and solemn expression.

Although Hei Changzhi and Lan Mao were very unhappy, they thought that rejection might cause fire, so they had to bite the bullet and take the vase. Only Green Mao was anxious and swearing, and finally rudely dropped the vase in the classroom.

With a crisp bang, the white petals and broken glass splashed around, and several girls were startled.

The vase was broken at the feet of the female teacher, but the splashing glass couldn't cause any harm to her. She just looked at Green Mao calmly and compassionately: "Why do you want to disappoint the students? These flowers are beautiful, aren't they? "

Lumao didn't dare to look her eyes directly, and took a sip: "Fuck you, bullying and sending flowers are left over from Lao Tzu's play."

"What are you doing with this unlucky thing on the horse?" Green Mao asked Lan Mao fiercely if it wasn't enough to vent by himself.

Lan Mao was stunned for a moment, and finally because of his face and friendship, he hesitated to curse Juniang like Lu Mao, and threw the vase in his hand to the ground.

"Pain, quick!" he said with a trembling voice, sounding unpleasant.

Ignoring their rude behavior, the female teacher began to allocate rooms one by one according to the students' wishes to divide the room: "The dormitory building is unified on the second floor of the school building. After the students get the keys, they can go back to the dormitory to rest. For breakfast, formally gather for morning class at 9:30."

Several dreamers who are really students in reality murmured: "Classes start at 9:30? The schedule of this school is really fascinating."

"Yes, we will read early at 6:30..."

Chi Nan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, getting up early will make him feel bad all day and his tear glands are also more likely to collapse.

There are eleven dormitories on the second floor. Because Chi Nan applied to live on his own, they were assigned to 210, the penultimate dormitory at the end of the corridor.

The female teacher handed the dormitory keys to the students, and when she walked to Chi Nan, Chi Nan couldn't help but sneezed.

It should have been frozen just now while waiting for the room in the playground, Chi Nan thought while sniffing.

The female teacher looked at his red nose, her eyes narrowed: "This student, if you feel unwell, you can go to the school infirmary to prescribe medicine. Don't delay the condition."

Chi Nan had a subtle hunch in his heart: "Where is the school doctor's room?"

The female teacher's eyes drifted to the end of the corridor on the second floor, and her voice was lighter: "It's a coincidence that the school infirmary is at 211, next to your dormitory."