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The wound on the palm of his hand had already healed due to his dead breath. Under Liu Shengtong's gaze, Xia Mo took out three exquisitely packaged biscuits from his pocket.

"Although it is definitely not as good as the one made by others, it is still delicious."

Stretching out his hand, Liu Shengtong took a small biscuit, gently tore open the package, and took a bite.

Click!

Click!Click!Click!

It's neither too sweet nor too greasy, both the texture and the taste are well grasped, Liu Shengtong grasped all the biscuits in Xia Mo's palm.

"Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

Carefully putting the remaining biscuits into the pocket of the sailor suit, Hitomi Yagyu re-sheathed the sword.

Relieved, Xia Mo looked at Liu Shengtong with some fear.

There's nothing wrong with this girl?

Although he and Yuan Qiye are currently in a cooperative relationship, one day, this fragile cooperation will be torn apart.

At that time, he is likely to face Liu Shengtong.

That's why he deliberately took the biscuits with him, and more importantly, these biscuits contained more than several times the amount of anesthetic!

That's enough to make an elephant dizzy, but the girl is fine?

"Tsk."

Originally, he planned to do whatever he wanted to Liu Shengtong after she ate the biscuit, but Xia Mo gave up on this idea.

In order to cover up the smell of the anesthetic, he deliberately used his brain, and even went to ask Lan Liuge and Mo Yan for advice.

There is no doubt that if it was him, even if he ate a biscuit with anesthesia, he would not be able to detect it at all.

"Xia Mo."

Holding the biscuit packaging bag in the palm of his hand, Liu Shengtong looked at Xia Mo expressionlessly: "From now on, you are not allowed to have anything to do with her."

"she?"

"You mean the girl with the wooden knife?"

Liu Shengtong nodded.

"Okay, I promise you, anyway, I have nothing to do with her."

Although he still had some doubts, Xia Mo said without hesitation.

"Ah."

"Don't ever get close to her again, let's pull the hook!"

Arriving in front of Xia Mo, Liu Shengtong stretched out his right hand.

He stretched out his hand hesitantly, and Xia Mo gently pulled the girl's hand.

The girl's little finger was very soft, and after pulling it lightly, Hitomi Liu Sheng withdrew her hand.

Chapter 120 - Nausea

Because of Liu Shengtong's sudden attack, by the time Xia Mo arrived at the school gate, there were basically not many students enrolled.

Instead of going to her class first, Xia Mo gently pushed the principal's door open.

Sitting on the sofa, the brown-haired woman looking at the information raised her head and blinked.

"Xia Mo?"

The woman is a little uncertain.

"Ah."

Xia Mo nodded.

"It's the first time I met you. I am the principal of this school, Chun Chuan, Chun Chuan Yingjiu."

Putting down the materials in her hand, Chunchuan Yingjiu walked to her desk and pulled out one textbook after another.

"This is the textbook you need for class. Although Mr. Yuan has specifically instructed me, you still have to pretend."

"After all, you can't have your identity discovered on the first day of class, right?"

After taking the textbook that Chunchuan Yingjiu handed her, Xia Mo subconsciously glanced at the materials she had read before.

It was a news report, and it was about mass disappearances.

"Because you came here specifically to investigate that, so I divided you into three groups in the second year."

"That's Class Two and Three in Senior High."

"Investigate that?"

Xia Mo was vigilant and sensed something was wrong.

The exchange student status that Yuan Qiye arranged with him should give him a better reason to stay in Japan, but the principal actually said that he came to investigate that, that?Which one?

Just as he was about to ask, the class bell rang suddenly.

"It's okay, let me take you to the class you are going to."

Putting the materials on the table into the drawer, Chunchuan Yingjiu got up, and under the refraction of the sun, a ray of red light flashed in her pupils.

Contact lenses, it seems that Chunchuan Yingjiu's pupil color is not black, but red.

Following behind Chunchuan Yingjiu, under the curious eyes of other teachers, Xia Mo passed through several teaching buildings before arriving at an extremely remote teaching building.

This teaching building is very dilapidated, and it is almost completely different from the previous two buildings.

Knocking on the classroom door, Chunchuan Yingjiu gently pushed it open, looked at the man standing on the podium, and nodded to him.

"Student Xia Mo, right?"

As if he was still writing on the blackboard, the man put down the chalk in his hand, looked at Xia Mo who was carrying his schoolbag, and looked around the classroom.

He said with some embarrassment: "Student Xia Mo, why don't you sit by the podium for a while?"

"After all, you are an exchange student of Shenxia, so naturally you have to experience the culture of our Japanese high school."

"Sit next to the podium?"

Xia Mo looked around the classroom for a week, and found that there was still an empty seat in the middle of the classroom, as if it was specially reserved for him.

However, just when he was about to ask.

"no need."

Patting Xia Mo's shoulder, Chunchuan Yingjiu pointed to the spot in the middle: "Just sit there."

The man's face suddenly changed, and he almost blurted out: "Principal Chunchuan, student Xia Mo is an exchange student from Shenxia, sitting in that seat..."

He closed his mouth, and looked at Chunchuan Yingjiu with a troubled expression.

"Is there anyone else in that position?" Xia Mo asked puzzled.

The man showed an expression uglier than crying: "No...not..."

Xia Mo sighed: "Then I'll sit by the podium."

Chunchuan Yingjiu frowned, but said nothing.

After randomly picking two lucky students from the back row to help Xia Mo move the chairs and tables, the man heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Chunchuan Yingjiu leave.

He said: "Student Xia Mo, I am the head teacher of Class [-], you can teach me Teacher Hetian."

"In the future, in class, you can come to me if you have any difficulties, but remember!"

Holding Xia Mo's shoulders tightly with both hands, the man's eyes were full of seriousness: "You must never sit on the empty seat in the middle, no matter how attractive it is to you!"

The man's pupils were bloodshot, and his grip on Xia Mo's shoulder gradually increased. It was not like a teacher admonishing the students, but a murderer threatening the victim.

"Um...why?"

"There's no reason. Anyway, remember it. You must not sit in that empty seat. This is the tradition of our third class since the school opened."

After saying this, the man let go of his hand and continued to pick up the chalk and write on the blackboard.

The weather is not too hot now, but the ceiling fan above the classroom is still spinning leisurely.

Sitting next to the podium like this, Xia Mo flipped through the textbooks.

The man talked about mathematics, most of which were knowledge he had learned, but because he was sitting next to the podium, he couldn't secretly play with his mobile phone at all.

The teacher was teaching the class seriously, and the students below were listening carefully. It seemed that in the whole class, Xia Mo was the only one who was deserting.

Click!

With a soft sound, a screw bounced in front of Xia Mo.

Xia Mo was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked up.

Without warning, the pitch-black shadow pressed down fiercely like this.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the whole class was startled. They stared blankly at Xia Mo and the man who were being suppressed by the fan.

The podium was instantly flooded with blood.

"Another... dead again?!"

Finally, a student collapsed, screaming and trying to rush out of the classroom.

puff!

Something popped out suddenly, piercing his forehead, the boy opened his eyes wide unwillingly, and fell down.

pat!