Today I was forced to resurrect again

At the podium, Teacher Hu propped his arms on the podium table, staring at Gu Rong and Shen Qiuji.

If it was just the voice that was wrong just now, then Mr. Hu is completely different from his previous image now - the kind look on Mr. Hu's face has completely disappeared, replaced by a weird grin.

His brows were tightly knit together, making the eyes under him look like a pair of inverted triangles, with a lot of white, but only half of the black pupils remained, and the other half was hidden under the eyelids.

Before the two of them spoke, there was a small sigh in the classroom. It seemed that some students were wondering when Teacher Hu entered the classroom, and what made them even more puzzled was the person on the podium... Is it really Teacher Hu?

"Quiet! Quiet! Why are you so noisy!"

Teacher Hu didn't like the noise of the students. He yelled loudly to try to calm the students down, and hit the podium heavily with a fire ax that he didn't know when it was placed on the podium, making a loud "bang bang" sound.

Probably no teacher has ever threatened the students with a fire axe, trying to get them to concentrate on the class. The whole class seemed to be frightened into aphasia, silenced and widened their eyes, looking at Teacher Hu in horror.

Teacher Hu didn't care what kind of eyes these students looked at him. On the contrary, the terrified eyes of the students seemed to make him feel comfortable. He put down the fire ax and smiled, turning his eyes to Gu Rong and Shen Qiuji. He took out a "teaching stick" from under the table, pointed at the blackboard and asked, "You two, answer this question."

The classroom was indeed quiet for a while, but the moment the "teaching stick" appeared, the classroom exploded again like a pot exploded.

"Fuck!" Yu Jinhai was so timid that he jumped up in fright.

Liang Shao threw the book and grabbed Li Mingxue's shoulder: "My mother!"

Tai Yicheng also stood up and hid behind him, pointing to the thing in Teacher Hu's hand and asking: "Then is it a fucking hand?"

Yin Chen and Xu Jiashuo leaned against the corner and said tremblingly, "Is that a scary and tricky toy?"

That's right, there are indeed tricky toys like severed limbs, which are rarely welcomed by young people on Halloween, but the "teaching stick" in Mr. Hu's hand doesn't look like a tricky toy at all.

It was a freshly cut, human arm.

They can even see the white bones from the neat fracture that is continuously oozing bright red blood. The fingertips of the broken arm are painted with beautiful gradient peach pink fingertip oil, and there is a flower on the protruding food nail surface. Patch of a golden moon.

This severed arm belonging to a girl is now being used as a teaching stick by Mr. Hu, pointing to the blackboard written in red blood, as if it has been written for a long time, until the blood falls down like tears. Questions ignored by students:

[How many people will die in the classroom? 】

This was an answer without a problem. Everyone looked at the fire ax that Teacher Hu could reach out on the podium, and suddenly felt that no matter how many people they would die, the answer was wrong.

Because Mr. Hu can kill more people.

But this person...is he really Teacher Hu?

"Bam—!"

A loud noise from the window gave the students the answer.

They all turned their heads and saw another Teacher Hu standing outside the classroom, desperately beating on the glass of the classroom window, his eyes widened in shock, his lips kept opening and closing, as if talking, but no one could hear him what are you talking about.

But I can guess, he probably wants the students to run away, the one who "teaches" them in the classroom is not the real teacher Hu.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

This recognition made everyone feel horrified and weird. A few timid female students couldn't help screaming. This is like a flood valve. Once it is opened, it is difficult to close it. The word commotion can no longer be described. The scene in the classroom, because the front door is close to the podium, everyone dare not pass, so a few students majoring in physical education, relying on their height and physical fitness, have already stepped on the table and jumped to the closed back door, holding the doorknob to escape from this room. classroom.

"Give me peace! Be quiet!"

Seeing this, Mr. Hu started to hit the podium again with the fire axe. This time he didn't even hit it, but directly chopped it - the iron podium and the computer embedded in it were chopped apart by him, and when it fell to the ground, there was a loud noise. It does not match the sound of broken porcelain.

But this insignificant voice was quickly drowned out by Mr. Hu's louder cursing: "What are you doing to those dead guys in the back! Do you want to answer the question too?!"

Maybe it was because they found that the back door couldn't be opened at all, or because they were called by Teacher Hu, the students in the "dead guys" sports class stopped their movements and looked at Gu Rong and Shen Qiuji.

The students Mr. Hu named to answer the questions were the two of them.

The eyes of the other students followed Teacher Hu's words and all focused on Gu Rong and Shen Qiuji, but Gu Rong and Shen Qiuji didn't speak.

"Can't you answer?" Teacher Hu frowned, and sternly cursed on the podium, "Bitch! They're all sluts!"

After shouting twice, he calmed down again, picked up the "teaching stick" again, and used the index finger of the "teaching stick" to point Gu Rong and Shen Qiuji: "Then you two should stay after school and accept the teacher's criticism, ho ho , I'm going to ask another student to answer the question..."

Teacher Hu squinted his eyes and looked around the class, as if he was picking a lamb suitable for slaughter. The excitement in his voice probably came from this.

Gu Rong felt that he couldn't let things go on like this. If this continues, his PTSD list may include a lot of classmates besides uncle and nurse. Looking directly at Yu Jinhai's face.

Thinking about it now, Gu Rong also felt that the reason he just asked the students to leave the classroom was lame and embarrassing. What is wrong with it?He directly said that there was an earthquake, or it was on fire, didn't the students run fast?

I can only die again.

Gu Rong raised his eyes and stared at "Teacher Hu" who was holding an ax on the podium, and felt that he should be the one who caused the massacre in the classroom last time.

The next time he is reborn, he must make all his classmates leave this classroom.

Gu Rong opened his lips and was about to answer Teacher Hu's question, but a urging and impatient voice beside him made Gu Rong freeze in place: "Hurry up and talk! Teacher Hu asked you to answer the question!"

It was said by a boy that Gu Rong didn't know, he seemed to be from the second class of physical education.

After the boy's voice fell, several whispered urging words sounded in the classroom: "That's right, Teacher Hu is asking you something."

"...You guys... answer the next question."

"Maybe it's okay if you answer it?"

Gu Rong was not disappointed by this, it was what he expected.

After all, most ordinary people should act like this when they are faced with fatal dangers—he and Shen Qiuji were the two students who didn't sit down even after the bell rang, so Teacher Hu called them to answer questions It should be.

And if they suffocate and refuse to speak, Teacher Hu will ask other innocent students to answer the questions.

No one wants to be the one to answer the question.

It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, people like Shen Qiuji who are willing to trust him unconditionally, and who have been protecting and fleeing with their roommates are after all a minority.

At this moment, Gu Rong was only thankful that he possessed the ability of infinite rebirth and resurrection, which allowed the timid and cowardly self to have the ability to protect his classmates and roommates and friends who accompanied him.

What Shen Qiuji said was right, in the face of these evil creatures, what he should do was not to be afraid, but to face them bravely.

"I... um!"

Gu Rong took a deep breath and just took a step forward when Shen Qiuji covered his mouth and dragged him into his arms.

Shen Qiuji wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other to prevent him from speaking. He glared at the boy who asked the two of them to answer the question, and then whispered in his ear: "You shut up." Mouth, don't talk."

These words were a bit fierce, as if they were reprimanding him for his self-assertion.

After finishing speaking, Shen Qiuji raised his eyelids and looked at the podium without looking sideways. There was no fear or fear on his face, and his calm eyes were like a dead pool without any ripples. He stared at Teacher Hu's face like an abyss. Eyes, said in a deep voice: "No one will die."

No one in this classroom will die - this is Shen Qiuji's answer.

Teacher Hu on the podium didn't say a word, he also looked back into Shen Qiuji's eyes, as if weighing something, after half a minute of confrontation, Teacher Hu reluctantly said: "OK, your answer is correct You can sit down now and let another classmate answer the question."

Is this all right?

Everyone is surprised by this answer. As long as you answer that no one dies, will no one die?

"Teacher, I want to answer the question!" A girl sitting in the front row raised her hand, her eyes were bright, and her eyes were filled with the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

Teacher Hu was very satisfied with the student's initiative. "Hoho" smiled and pointed at her with a teaching stick: "Okay, you will answer the question."

Shen Qiuji frowned, and quickly stopped: "Don't say it!"

"Nobody died in the classroom!"

But it was too late, the girl imitated Shen Qiuji's answer, and quickly said this sentence.

"Hahahaha! You got the answer right too!" Teacher Hu looked up to the sky and laughed, holding the fire axe, he moved in front of the girl almost in the blink of an eye, and then raised the ax to chop off her arm, "Teacher likes you very much."

Teacher Hu picked up her arm and was very satisfied with the new "teaching stick". She took it back to the podium and pointed to the blackboard and asked, "Teachers don't like poor students! You can't answer the wrong question. Who will answer the question next?"

Nobody dies in the classroom, the answer is this.

But if the answer is correct, both hands will be cut off, if the answer is wrong... probably the head will be cut off, right?

The girl whose arms had been cut off had already passed out. She may have fainted from the shock of excessive blood loss, or she may have died.

Gu Rong didn't want to wait any longer, broke free from Shen Qiuji's shackles and ran towards the podium, answering Teacher Hu's question——

"I!"

"I'm the only one in the classroom who will die!"

"Gu Rong! Don't go—!"

Shen Qiuji wanted to grab Gu Rong's hand, but he did, but it didn't work.

Gu Rong didn't feel afraid of this death. Unlike the previous deaths, he didn't feel any pain this time.

The direction where his head fell was facing Shen Qiuji. The moment he landed, he saw Shen Qiuji's lips trembling, and his eyes were filled with indescribably complex emotions: shock, sadness, pain, and some... fear, all Intertwined in his no longer calm eyes.

It was like an insignificant feather fell into the dead pool under his eyes, even though it was light, it could set off layers of ripples.

So Gu Rong looked at the ripples in his eyes, and thought: So Shen Qiuji is also afraid?