Hell App - Chapter 125

“The theme of this class is “My Parents”, and the requirements are the same as before. Okay, let’s start drawing.”

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

He was like a mute zombie with sunken eye sockets and a listless spirit. He had no intention of demonstrating how to draw on the blackboard.

Seeing the irresponsible behavior of the art teacher, the students took it for granted, took out the drawing paper and prepared to start painting.

The art teacher is the only remaining human teacher in the school. He does not beat or scold the children, nor eats the meals prepared by the school chef. He hides in the office after class and cannot be called out by anyone. Moreover, he does not dare to fight back when bullied by students. He is a coward. Very.

Many students are surprised that the useless art teacher can survive to this day.

But the art teacher is usually very careful. He never eats the meals prepared by the cafeteria chef, because they make a special meal every now and then.

The appearance of this special lunch box looks no different from ordinary rice, but if you eat it, you will suffer from abdominal pain. Soon, a pair of pale human hands will stretch out from the stomach and tear the belly open violently, but It is conceivable that people will not survive after eating.

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

However, the teachers have special stoves to avoid such disasters, and with Ning Xiuli’s supervision, the students can’t live without lunch.

Therefore, even though everyone knows that there may be a ghost in the lunch box, they still have to bite the bullet and eat it.

Fortunately, Class 4 is quite lucky. The lunch boxes with problems have appeared in other classes in the past month. No one in Class 4 has died from eating the lunch boxes.

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

However, no student dared to openly refuse to do the 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 against the window, and their eyes were open to monitor the students inside. When they knew that the class teacher was standing at the door, the students sat upright, each one immersed in painting seriously.

Bai Yan pricked his finger, dropped the blood into the watercolor pen, and then picked up the pen and smeared it on the paper.

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

Everyone’s blood is limited, and people who lose too much blood will become weak.

Logically speaking, students should draw as little as possible to reduce blood loss, but after each class, their drawings 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 of the cardboard box, and what awaits the student is the punishment of the class teacher.

So, despite hating blood, the children went white-faced and poured large amounts of blood into their watercolor pens in exchange for dye that they could paint with.

The theme of this class is “My Parents”. They have not learned formal art techniques, but they still frowned and tried their best to paint the images of their parents on the drawing paper.

Because their biological parents could ruthlessly send them to this place, the image of their parents is not very good in the children’s minds.

As time went by, a pair of twisted human figures with evil faces appeared on the paper, one more hideous than the other. However, the children did not dare to relax and added to the drawing paper, as if the more they drew, the better the drawing would look.

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

He only consumed a small amount of blood, drew two hanging stick figures on the white paper, and pasted two pieces of paper on the round faces of the stick figures, and he completed the task.

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

He still had some idea of ​​the taste of scarlet cartons.

Although the stick figures he drew are very crude and do not even have facial features, they are more realistic and based on reality. As long as the story behind the painting is moving, the scarlet carton will be satisfied and will not spit out such a painting.

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

Unlike the students in their class who paint honestly, the students in Class 3 are very strange.

Some students in Class 3 have already completed their paintings, but they are still holding their pens, as if they are ready to draw another one at any time.

Unlike the students in Class 4 who only had one piece of drawing paper placed on their desks, the students in Class 3 had two drawing papers placed on their desks. One was filled with distorted grimace pictures, and the other was filled with pure drawings. white paper. Their faces were full of nervousness, as well as an inexplicable sense of expectation and gloating.

Bai Yan found that they occasionally glanced at the students of Class 4, their eyes full of ill intentions, and one of them was looking at them and snickering.

Bai Yan instinctively felt something was wrong. If it were normal, he would dig 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 a group of unfamiliar Class 3 students, Bai Yan stared intently at a boy sitting by the window. Once he saw it, he could no longer look away.

The afternoon sun is particularly bright, and the soft light shines on the desk through the glass, coating the desk with a golden luster.

This is clearly a picture that can make people feel warm. However, when seeing the boy sitting in it, the warm feeling disappears. No matter how bright the sun was, it couldn’t dispel the heavy chill that wrapped around him.

The black-haired boy was holding a book in his hand and was flipping through it carelessly.

Bai Yan looked at the book. It was a new edition of “Chinese Language”.

All students who have taken Ning Xiuli’s Chinese class know that the new version of the “Chinese” book is full of monsters, especially in Class 3, where many people died. You can imagine the contents 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 his movements of turning the book makes people feel scary for no reason.

He is Wang Ze.

He is Wang Ze.

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

Bai Yan stared at Wang Ze in trance. Perhaps feeling his burning gaze, Wang Ze suddenly closed the Chinese book and raised his eyes to look over.

The moment Bai Yan’s eyes met Wang Ze’s, Bai Yan’s mind almost went blank.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar feeling of nostalgia came to his heart, making him unconsciously curl up his lips.

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

He seemed to have been waiting for a long time just to take another look at this person’s face.

However, looking at this expressionless face, Bai Yan didn’t look at it for long before 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. All that’s left is endless silence.

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

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