Chapter 125

"The theme of this class is "My Parents". The requirements are the same as before. OK, let's start drawing."

In the art class, Tan Shuanglei stood on the podium, wrote the topic on the blackboard, and then shrank aside and sat motionless on the chair.

He was like a speechless zombie, with sunken eye sockets and a listless spirit. He had no intention of demonstrating painting on the blackboard.

Seeing the irresponsible performance of the art teacher, the students were accustomed to it and took out the drawing paper to start painting.

The art teacher was the only remaining human teacher in the school. He did not beat or scold the children, did not eat the meals prepared by the school chef, hid in the office after class, and would not come out no matter who called him. Moreover, he did not dare to fight back when he was bullied by students. He was very cowardly.

Many students were surprised that the cowardly art teacher could survive until now.

However, the art teacher was really very careful. He never ate the meals prepared by the canteen chef because they would make a special meal every now and then.

This special lunch box looks no different from ordinary food, but eating it will cause abdominal pain, and then, a pair of pale human hands will soon stretch out from the stomach and tear the belly open. It is conceivable that people will not survive after eating the meal.

In this month, five or six children died because of eating special lunch boxes.

However, the teachers have special small kitchens and can avoid such disasters, and with Ning Xiuli's supervision, students have to eat lunch boxes.

Therefore, even though they know that there may be something fishy in the lunch boxes, everyone still has to bite the bullet and eat.

Fortunately, the luck of Class 4 is still good. The problematic lunch boxes have appeared in other classes in the past month, and no one in Class 4 has died from eating lunch boxes.

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Although the art teacher is quite cowardly, the students are not afraid of him, and many dare to insult him in person for fun.

However, no student dares to openly not do the class homework assigned by the art teacher.

The head teachers of the two classes, one stood in front of the door and the other stood behind the door. Their faces were pressed straight against the window, with their eyes open, watching the students inside all the time. Knowing that the head teacher was standing at the door, the students sat up straight and buried their heads in painting.

Bai Yan pierced his finger, dripped blood into the watercolor pen, and picked up the pen to smear on the paper.

Watercolor pens need blood as dye. The more you draw, the more dye you consume, and more blood is needed to replenish it.

Everyone's blood is limited, and people will become weak if they lose too much blood.

In theory, students should try to draw less to reduce blood loss, but after each class, their paintings will be taken away by the art teacher and put into a scarlet cardboard box.

This scarlet cardboard box can judge the students' paintings. If the painting is too perfunctory, the painting will be spit out by the cardboard box, and then the class teacher will be waiting for the student.

Therefore, despite hating bleeding, the children still put on a pale face and injected a lot of blood into the watercolor pen in exchange for dye for painting.

The theme of this class is "My Parents". They have not learned proper art techniques, but they still frowned and tried their best to paint the image of their parents in their hearts on the drawing paper.

Because their biological parents could cruelly send them to this place, the image of their parents in the children's hearts is not very good.

As time passed, a pair of distorted human figures with evil faces appeared on the paper, each more hideous and terrifying than the other. However, the children did not dare to relax and continued to add and patch on the drawing paper, as if the more they painted, the better the painting would look.

Bai Yan was quite inspired by the theme of this class, so he was a little lazy.

He only consumed a little blood, drew two hanging stickmen on the white paper, and pasted two pieces of paper on the round faces of the stickmen, and considered the task completed.

After the painting, Bai Yan admired it and felt that this painting would definitely pass.

He still had some understanding of the taste of scarlet cardboard boxes.

Although the stickman he drew was very simple and did not even have facial features, it was true and based on reality. As long as the story behind the painting was touching, Scarlet Paper Box would be satisfied and would not spit out such a painting.

From today on, they and Class 3 are students in the same class. They will have classes in the same classroom and rest in the same dormitory at night.

Unlike the students in their class who painted honestly, the students in Class 3 were very strange.

Some students in Class 3 had finished their paintings, but they were still holding the pen, as if they would start drawing another one at any time.

Unlike the students in Class 4 who only had one piece of drawing paper on the table, the students in Class 3 had two pieces of drawing paper on their desks, one of which was filled with distorted ghost faces, and the other was pure white paper. Their faces were full of tension, as well as an inexplicable expectation and gloating.

Bai Yan found that they would occasionally glance at the students in Class 4, their eyes were full of ill intentions, and one was looking at them and laughing.

Bai Yan instinctively felt something was wrong. If it were usual, he would have dug deep into the secrets hidden by the students in Class 4. However, his attention was now focused on one person, and he really had no intention of exploring the story behind the abnormal behavior of the students in Class 3.

Passing by the unfamiliar students in Class 3, Bai Yan stared at a boy sitting by the window, and he couldn't take his eyes off him.

The afternoon sun was particularly bright, and the soft light shone through the glass onto the desk, giving it a layer of golden luster.

This is clearly a picture that can make people feel warm, but when seeing the boy sitting in the middle, the warm feeling disappears. No matter how dazzling the sunlight is, it can't dispel the strong chill that entangles him.

The black-haired boy is holding a book and flipping through it carelessly.

Bai Yan looked at the book, which is a new version of the "Chinese" book.

All students who have taken Ning Xiuli's Chinese class know that the new version of the "Chinese" book is full of monsters and demons, especially in Class 3, where many people died. You can imagine the content of the "Chinese" book.

However, compared to the "Chinese" book that exudes a dark atmosphere, the person holding the book is more depressing. Just watching him flipping through the book makes people feel terrified for no reason.

He is Wang Ze.

He is Wang Ze.

Without seeing this person's face, an inexplicable sense of familiarity makes Bai Yan so sure.

Bai Yan stared at Wang Ze in a trance. Perhaps feeling his burning gaze, Wang Ze suddenly closed the Chinese book and looked up.

The moment his eyes met Wang Ze's, Bai Yan's brain was almost blank.

Then, a familiar feeling of nostalgia surged into his heart, making him curl his lips unconsciously.

Such a reunion seemed to be the moment he had been looking forward to for a long time.

He seemed to have waited for a long time, just to take another look at this person's face.

However, looking at this expressionless face, Bai Yan didn't stare for long, and his smile gradually disappeared.

There was no warmth in Wang Ze's eyes, and his dark pupils were only cold. Humanity had disappeared from him. What was left was only endless silence.

The excitement of the first meeting faded, and Bai Yan's heated brain cooled down.

He looked at Wang Ze twice again, suddenly turned his head and covered his mouth, retched twice, and suddenly felt like vomiting.