Xunian pulled the person clinging to her away, her face flushed, though she still maintained a cold expression.
“Being scared won’t do either.”
Shen Mosi curled her lips slightly, a faint smile flickering in her eyes as she looked at Xunian’s reddened cheeks.
So easy to get shy.
Xunian felt more convinced than ever that she needed to see a psychologist.
Otherwise, why was her heart pounding so fast?
She could feel the thunderous beat exploding in her ears, complex emotions unfurling inside her.
Thankfully, she had pushed Shen Mosi away in time, preventing her from hearing it.
Unsure, Xunian casually glanced at Shen Mosi.
She shouldn’t have… heard it, right?
Shen Mosi smiled gently at her, her ear tips tinged with red.
“You…”
The fierce, grim-looking man on the podium swept his killing gaze around the room, landing on the two caught in their flirtatious banter.
“Some of you shouldn’t always whisper during class.”
Like caught schoolchildren, the two slunk back into their seats.
“This lesson is about geometric shapes. Calculate the volume of this human skull.”
The scar-faced teacher stood on the podium, holding up a smooth, pristine white skull for everyone to see.
The cold bones reflected the light, scattered with tiny cracks.
The dark hollows of the eye sockets and the stark white teeth sent chills down everyone’s spines, sweat breaking out on their backs.
Suddenly, the skull moved.
“Giggigigigig…”
Eardrums throbbed; the eerie sound echoed through the entire classroom, seeping into everyone’s hearts like poison.
The skull floated up, the empty eyes flickering with ghostfire, as if watching those below.
The Players bowed their heads, unwilling to meet its gaze, afraid of being cursed.
The blue flames flared brighter, as if locking onto a target. The skull darted toward the girl below, tracing a ghostly blue arc through the air.
Xunian’s heart clenched. Seeing the skull lunging at Shen Mosi, she tensed, fists clenched, ready to fight.
When the skull was only twenty centimeters from Shen Mosi, Xunian pulled out a dagger she’d prepared earlier for self-defense.
Her pale hand gripped the dagger tightly, she judged the position and stabbed at the ghostfire in the skull’s eyes.
She stabbed air.
The skull sharply veered midair, narrowly dodging Xunian’s strike.
A question mark slowly appeared above Xunian’s head.
The sinister white skull lunged at a man, opening its jaw wide to reveal a pitch-black throat, bony teeth aiming for Ran Feng’s neck.
Ran Feng’s reflexes kicked in; he quickly grabbed a book from his desk and shoved it into the skull’s mouth.
He instinctively tried to dodge but recalled the Rule of Not Standing Up in Class and gritted his teeth, bracing himself.
The skull bit through the book but didn’t release. Another textbook—the Xinhua Dictionary—came crashing down onto its gleaming cranium.
The bright red cover seemed to have some effect. With the dictionary’s force, the skull was slammed onto the desk.
“Area Formula for a Circle…”
The teacher on the podium lectured endlessly, oblivious to the fierce battle below.
Ran Feng, seeing the dictionary’s effectiveness, grabbed everything from his desk and threw it at the white skull. The skull retreated step by step under the onslaught.
A tug on his wrist, and Ran Feng shouted in frustration, “Help me!”
Zhang San dragged his chair far away, lengthening the chain that bound them. Ran Feng’s arm was pulled tight, restricting his movements.
Fear filled Zhang San’s eyes; trembling, he threw an exam paper at the skull.
The blank sheet arced through the air and fell to the ground, missing the skull entirely.
Worthless teammate!
Ran Feng had no choice but to face the skull alone.
“Having learned how to find the area, now the volume of a sphere…” The teacher kept lecturing, writing on the blackboard, completely ignoring the students’ lives at stake.
All the books were thrown out, but the skull only backed up a few centimeters.
The ghostfire in its dark eye sockets dimmed slightly but didn’t slow its movements.
Within moments, the skull regained its mobility and lunged at Ran Feng again.
Ran Feng inched toward Zhang San, who nervously slid farther away.
A sinking feeling hit Ran Feng—this was bad.
The skull snapped its jaws wildly, aiming for Ran Feng.
“Get out of the way!”
Qi Ye dragged his chair over, clutching a stack of books, and with all his might, hurled them at the skull.
The pile crushed the skull; the ghostfire in its eyes was completely extinguished. It was down for good.
“Thanks, brother.”
Ran Feng patted Qi Ye’s shoulder gratefully.
Qi Ye scratched his nose awkwardly and slid his chair back.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Ran Feng quietly slipped something from his hand back into his sleeve.
At some point, the podium fell silent.
The teacher quietly watched them.
“Have you all… understood?”
The scar beneath his eyes gleamed with a strange light as the teacher gave a chilling smile.
His sharp hawk-like eyes scanned everyone below; those caught under his gaze lowered their heads like quails, silent.
Xunian kept her head down, flipping through her book with focus. Shen Mosi sat beside her, chin resting on her hand, watching her intently.
No one noticed that when the scar-faced teacher’s gaze swept over the only student still looking up—Shen Mosi—it quickly shifted away, pretending not to have seen.
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