Hell App - Chapter 108

In the afternoon, the school bell rang.

A group of little carrot heads sat in the classroom, with their hands behind their backs, extremely obedient.

Five minutes had passed since class began, and the classroom was completely silent. No one was deserting. The classroom discipline could move any elementary school teacher to tears. However, Ning Xiuli showed no reaction.

In her class, this is a matter of course.

If you don’t want to be beaten, you have to be honest and obedient.

Ning Xiuli had never been a teacher before, so naturally she didn’t know how to be a teacher. Even if she knew, she didn’t have the patience to teach these little carrots.

After seeing the lesson plan posted above, Ning Xiuli knew that Pinyin should be taught in this class.

So, Ning Xiuli wrote the six vowels on the blackboard with a face full of impatience, and read it again with a straight face.

After reading, she hit the blackboard twice with the pointer and said fiercely: “This is what we are going to learn today – Pinyin! You copy each pinyin in the notebook a hundred times and hand it in after class. You can’t finish it.” You are not allowed to eat at night until the copy is finished!”

“That’s a lot of times a hundred times, how could it be possible to copy them all!”

“Oh…Mom, I want to go home!”

“The teacher read it too fast, I didn’t remember a single pronunciation! Hey, did you remember it? I’m so afraid that the teacher will hit me again if I can’t remember it!”

As soon as Ning Xiuli finished speaking, there was a sound of chirping below.

The students all lowered their voices, their voices were extremely small. However, in the originally silent classroom, the sound of their discussion was still too obvious.

Of course, Ning Xiuli took out her pointer at that time and whipped several people hard, making them stand with whip marks all over their bodies.

As soon as she punished him, the chatter in the classroom stopped immediately.

The children were all silent. Regardless of whether they remembered the pronunciation of Pinyin or not, they all took out their homework books and began to copy the Pinyin on the blackboard with their immature hands. No one dared to bargain with Ning Xiuli.

Copying Pinyin a hundred times is definitely not much for adults.

But for a first-grade primary school student whose hands are still very small and cannot hold a pen smoothly, this is simply equivalent to a harsh punishment.

With Ning Xiuli watching eagerly from the podium, all the students concentrated on copying the six pinyin on the blackboard.

However, even though they tried their best, they still didn’t finish copying until the end of get out of class.

Ning Xiuli was playing with her mobile phone, not anxious at all.

It can be said that she enjoys the process of torturing these children who are unable to resist.

It was not until five o’clock that students finished copying. However, some of the students whose handwriting was sore did not finish writing all the pinyin until after six o’clock.

At this time, most of the children had already finished their dinner. They had no choice but to drink a lot of water to make their stomachs less painful, and finally climbed into bed hungry.

It gets dark very early in the ‘Special Zone’, and as soon as nine o’clock arrives, there is not a trace of light outside the school.

Through the window, you can only see a dark mass. The light seems to be blocked by the dark window. Only the lights in the dormitory emit a little bit of warmth, giving the children a little sense of security, which prevents them from completely collapse.

“Okay, you guys can sleep here tonight, and you are not allowed to make any noise. I will kill anyone who dares to shout. Remember it all!”

Ning Xiuli said harsh words, locked the door of the dormitory, and locked all the forty-nine students in the dormitory.

As Ning Xiuli’s footsteps walked away, a child began to cry softly.

The small sobs joined together, turning the dark dormitory without a trace of light into a mourning field.

Soon, a child cried softly: “I’m so scared… Wuwu… I don’t want to stay here anymore, I want to go home…”

Gradually, the children got tired of crying, and someone else said fearfully: “Today at noon, Teacher Ning punished two people from standing still. Why did only one person come back? Where did the other girl go? Did she go home?”

“She must be dead. She must have been killed and eaten by Teacher Ning! Teacher Ning is a ghost, otherwise she wouldn’t be so vicious!”

A child who had read too many fairy tales choked up and described Ning Xiuli as the green-faced and fanged ghost in the story. This guess was agreed by most of the children.

The children cried and chatted for a while, and gradually felt sleepy. Due to their age, six-year-old children need more sleep, so they cry and fall asleep with snot and tears in their eyes.

Gradually, most people fell asleep, and Bai Yan also became sleepy, but he still managed to cheer up and remained obsessed with the ghosts and thieves behind the curtains.

Lin Miaomiao saw a ghost outside the window at noon. This must be true.

It’s late at night, and the ghost is probably still standing outside the window!

Bai Yan was so excited that he even had goosebumps when he thought about how dark the dormitory was without any light, and how Ning Xiuli had locked the door again. They were trapped in a crowded dormitory with no way to escape, and ghosts could come in at any time.

Bai Yan tossed and turned in the quilt, and when he thought of a ghost standing outside the window, he couldn’t sleep.

However, slowly, he still became sleepy.

A child is sleepy, and even he cannot escape this natural law.

Bai Yan’s eyelids were tightly closed, his iris-colored eyelashes drooped, occasionally trembling slightly, his brain was hazy, and he gradually fell into a state of half-asleep.

If he stayed in this state, Bai Yan would definitely fall asleep in a few minutes.

But when he was about to fall asleep, two conversations suddenly came from his right. The voices were very small, as if they were whispering next to his ears, but they still woke him up and made him wake up suddenly, his eyelids trembling slightly.

Bai Yan’s eyelids lifted a little, but quickly closed again.

He couldn’t see anything in the dark, and it was useless to open his eyes. Besides, just because he couldn’t see anything in the dark, it didn’t mean that ghosts couldn’t see.

For safety reasons, he still did not open his eyes, slowed down his breathing, pretended to be asleep, and raised his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two people on the right.

“I’m so hungry… I copied Pinyin too slowly. The teacher made me starve and didn’t let me eat dinner. I’m so hungry…” a boy’s voice said.

“Hehe, I haven’t eaten anything either, but I have something to eat. Do you want some marshmallows?” Another boy’s voice sounded.

“Marshmallows? I like them! You brought them from home, right? My parents sent me to school without bringing me anything. Your parents are so kind to you.” The boy said enviously.

“Hehe, I have marshmallows. In fact, you also have marshmallows. You don’t need to eat mine.” The boy with a slightly weird voice said, “You can eat your own.”

“You’re talking nonsense. I don’t have marshmallows. If I had, I wouldn’t be hungry.” The boy retorted dissatisfiedly: “If you don’t want to share it with me, forget it, you stingy man!”

“Really? Don’t lie to me…” The boy was doubtful, but he still stretched out his little hand in the dark and started to tie the cotton thread on the quilt.

The cotton threads used to sew the quilts for primary school students are very long, so the boy used a few fingers to pull open a corner of the quilt, revealing the cotton inside.

The boy touched the soft cotton and recalled the appearance of the cotton. He felt that it was really like marshmallows, both of which were white.

However, the cotton seems not as sticky as marshmallows, nor does it smell as sweet.

However, he didn’t eat well all day, and he didn’t eat at all at night. The boy was so hungry that he felt dizzy and his stomach hurt so much that he couldn’t sleep. He didn’t care anymore. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a ball. Putting cotton in your mouth——

“You lied! Cotton is not as delicious as marshmallows, it has no sweetness!”

The boy complained softly, but he still did not stop eating the cotton.

He was really hungry, and although the cotton tasted bland, it still tasted a bit sour and sticky to the teeth. However, the slightly strange taste of cotton is much better than the fly fried rice mixed with Shashi.

So, the boy gulped down a few more balls of cotton before he stopped. It seemed that his stomach ached less and he wanted to sleep.

However, as soon as he turned over, he heard the boy on the right say again: “Don’t you want to eat? What a pity. I also like to eat marshmallows the most! Otherwise, let’s compete to see who eats it. More? The person who eats more wins, and the person who loses has to be a dog for a day!”

dog!

The boy immediately cheered up.

He had wanted to get a dog for a long time, but his parents wouldn’t let him, so he could only secretly play with the dog outside, so he always felt dissatisfied.

When he entered the school, he didn’t see any dogs in the school.

Now that someone was willing to be his dog, he almost jumped up with joy.

In the darkness, a cruel smile hung on his face, and the boy hurriedly whispered: “Okay, let’s compete, I won’t lose!”

After saying that, the boy used both hands and began to dig out the cotton in the quilt. When he dug out a ball, he stuffed it into his mouth, which made his throat itchy.

With the boy’s efforts, he soon ate so much cotton that his throat became so dry that he couldn’t even swallow the saliva. He still insisted on swallowing the cotton, for fear that he would lose and be treated like a dog.

Slowly, there was no movement around the boy.

The boy’s movements in digging cotton became slower and slower. He really couldn’t eat anymore.

Moreover, the boy always felt weird in his stomach. After eating so much cotton, he should be full, but his stomach was still throbbing and painful, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

“I must have eaten too much cotton… No, I can’t eat any more.”

The boy ate another lump, and his stomach suddenly hurt even more.

So, he finally stopped eating cotton, but he didn’t forget about the bet at this time.

He endured the pain and said intermittently: “I…I can’t eat anymore…You, can you still eat?…Us, who among us wins…”

The boy asked twice in a row, but there was no sound from the right side.

For a long time, there was no sound on the right side, and the person he bet with seemed to have disappeared, which made the boy very angry. I feel that that person must have lost, wants to default on the debt, and refuses to be his dog!

The boy hated deadbeats the most, so he decided to force him to admit his debt, so he touched the right side with his little hand.

However, he only touched one wall and not half of the person.

“Strange, where has he gone?”

At this point, the boy’s stomach hurt even more, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

After a long time, the boy gradually remembered that there was originally a wall on his right side, and there was no one sleeping on his right side.

So, who was it that he was talking to and making a bet with just now?