: Chapter 9

Not long after, Chen Huihui and Li Jingwen appeared at the door of the classroom arm in arm. They were panting, both with lingering expressions.
Seeing a group of boys sitting in the classroom, the two girls were also taken aback.
Chen Huihui came to her seat and asked Xie Chi'an carefully: "...Why are you here so early?"
Xie Chian asked instead: "You guys are pretty early too?"
The boys’ dormitory building and the girls’ dormitory building are far apart. Girls don’t know what happened to the boys’ dormitory, and the boys don’t know what happened to the girls’ dormitory.
Chen Huihui bit her lip and restrained her teeth from shaking.
Xie Chian just looked at her.
Two minutes later, Chen Huihui was defeated: "There was a death in the female sleeping quarters!"
Xie Chian: "Ah, each other."
Chen Huihui was stunned.
Xie Chian realized that his reaction was not quite right, so he changed his voice in a heavy tone: "Well, I see, you continue."
Chen Huihui: "..."
"We don't know what's going on. It's just heard that a the 6th floor was hanged and hung from a clothes rail with a bundle of sheets. The body was cold when it was found in the morning..."
Xie Chian thought that the quality of this clothes rail was really good.
"That dormitory happened to be upstairs from our dormitory... Wenwen and I were scared when we heard that, so we ran out." Chen Huihui patted her chest, "I was scared to death."
"You mean, only the two of you ran out? The others are still in the dormitory?" Xie Chian asked.
Chen Huihui was taken aback: "Yes."
"Is there anything strange when you ran out?"
"Isn't it strange to be dead?"
"Except for that."
"...It shouldn't be. Wenwen and I were terrified and ran out without paying much attention to others."
There shouldn't have been a big chaos at the level of men in the female dormitory. At least not when Chen Huihui and the others ran out.
Xie Chian thought about it.
Girls are always calmer than boys at critical moments, boys will kill impulsively, and girls are more tolerant. Of course, the reason why girls are less courageous...
But this difference between men and women is not very big, in the face of extreme fear and pressure, sooner or later, women’s bed will become like a man’s bed. Chen Huihui and Li Jingwen ran out in advance, it is very likely that they had missed a collision and escaped from the ghost door beforehand.
I don't know what the current dormitory building has become.
"What about you guys?" Chen Huihui asked Xie Chi'an after explaining the situation of the women's bed. "You boys have all come so early today."
"No one is still thinking about lying in bed now." Xie Chian avoided the topic lightly.
Chen Huihui didn't ask much, turned around, probably because she was hungry all the way, sneaking out the leftover bread that she ate yesterday, breaking it up and chewing in small mouthfuls.
Before eating, I looked around for fear of being discovered.
Xie Chian saw it, but pretended not to.
There were more and more people in the classroom, but they never came.
I don't know if I went somewhere else or died.
Xie Chian reached out his hand and fumbled a few times in his schoolbag, and found two snickers and stuffed it into his pocket.
At seven o'clock, the sun rose and the light poured into the window. The transparent barrier isolates the outside world, but cannot block the sun.
No one in the room feels warm.
A new day has begun, not hope, but hell.
No one can guarantee that after today, he will be alive.
It was a quarter past seven that Song Qingyun came in. She didn't seem to sleep well the night before, and the dark circles under her eyes were filled with exhaustion, making that beautiful face very haggard.
If it were normal, the students would definitely ask the teacher with concern, but today their focus is on the fruit basket that Song Qingyun is holding-those eyes are more eager than ever before.
Xie Chian's expression remained unchanged, and he said silently in his heart, which was bad.
Song Qingyun put the fruit basket on the podium: "How many students did not eat both meals yesterday? Come here to get some fruits."
Sometimes some food is prepared in the teacher's office. This basket of fruits is obviously everything Song Qingyun can bring out.
There are not many people who have not eaten twice in a row. Most people are hungry only for one meal last night-if not counting today's breakfast.
But who would give it to others at this time?
If you miss this opportunity, you won't know how long you will be hungry next time.
Unexpectedly, they rushed forward.
Except for Xie Chi'an and Liang Yifei, everyone else in the 502 bedroom grabbed it.
"Sun Quanyong, didn't you eat it last night!"
"So what? Who is too much food at this time?"
"Fuck you, what do we eat with so much?"
"Whoever gets it will get it!"
Song Qingyun was squeezed aside by the scrambling students and almost got her ankle. She said anxiously: "Slow down! Don't grab it!"
It's strange if someone listens.
Gao He was thin and small, was squeezed out of the crowd, and shouted unwillingly: "At this time, we should rank by grades! Get good grades first!"
The school’s usual rules are like this, good students always give priority.
Xie Chian almost laughed.
He usually thinks Gao He's mind is pretty good, but now he thinks this one is quite naive.
Sun Quanyong disdainfully said: "Class representative, we don't talk about grades at this time, and the big fist is the last word!"
Sun Quanyong is a tall man and has the most fruits in his arms. Others only snatched a pitiful little spot, and he was on top.
Suddenly, Sun Quanyong stiffened and stopped moving.
Behind him, a boy held a stool high and pushed it heavily on the back of Sun Quanyong's head.
The first time he didn't die, Sun Quanyong staggered and turned, staring at the boy. As soon as the boy gritted his teeth, he smashed his head and covered his face several times, leaving Zhao Quanyong's face covered with blood.
Sun Quanyong shook twice, the apple in his arms rolled to the ground.
thumping!
Fell to the ground and died.
The people around were shocked, and no one dared to approach for a while.
The boy killed someone, only twitched his lips a few times, and then he squatted down and frantically picked up the apple that fell on the ground.
Finally he stood up, holding the apple and shouting at everyone: "What are you looking at me? Isn't he saying that the big fist is the last word! You won't forget, everyone who doesn't kill after tomorrow will die! I don't want to die. , I don’t want to be like the principal! If you want to be good people, then you just explode on the spot!"
After the boys shouted, the air in the classroom became blocked.
Everyone's eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying.
Song Qingyun's eyes were blank, as if he hadn't recovered.
Xie Chian got up decisively, pulled up Liang Yifei, and rushed out of the classroom through the back door: "Hurry up."
Can't stay in the classroom anymore.
Xie Chian knew it.
I'm not afraid of not having it, I'm afraid of uneven distribution.
Although the head teacher's actions are kind, they are undoubtedly challenging the students' fragile and sensitive nerves.
In classrooms.
After the boy's words were over, everyone stiffened for a moment, and then suddenly violent, picking up the tables and chairs like a boy, and smashing them at the classmates around them.
The strong punches at the weak, and the weak punches at the weaker.
Who wants to die? No one wants to die.
You must kill if you want to survive.
Anyway, so many people have died in the school now, so what matters even if a few more die!
The squad leader pinched Li Jingwen's neck tightly, his expression sullen.
Chen Huihui panicked: "Squad leader, what are you doing, squad leader! You and Wenwen are good friends!"
The monitor is the most lively, cheerful and responsible girl in the class. She and Li Jingwen's personalities move all the time. They are friends with complementary personalities. They often exchange learning methods.
The squad leader sneered: "Who is her friend? I can't understand her for a long time! Every time I take the exam, I am a little higher than me. I wish she died immediately!"
The class leader's academic performance is very good, but he is always slightly lower than Li Jingwen, who is a study committee member, every time, every time.
Classmates often teased her, "The class leader's grades are average, and the class is third in ten thousand years."
The squad leader never cared about this kind of remarks, and even joked along with her. Who would have thought that her inner jealousy would be like this?
Chen Huihui stayed for a while: "Yes, but Xie Chi'an is always one place higher than Wenwen, and Wenwen didn't want to kill him either!"
An ordinary student like Chen Huihui in the middle reaches of the grade does not quite understand how someone would kill because of the exam ranking. And what's the conflict between second and third place? Xie Chi'an is number one in ten thousand years, shouldn't it be more hatred?
The squad leader said angrily: "Xie Chian can dump her more than 30 points each time! What about her? Every time it is 0.5 points higher than me! Can this be the same?!"
When a person is too far ahead of you, you will only admire you. But when a person is similar to you in all aspects but always better than you, over the years, it will turn into insoluble jealousy.
Chen Huihui: "..." She doesn't understand the world of high school students very well. Anyway, she thinks that the exams of 650 and 680 are the same, neither of which can be achieved by her under-500 school scum.
Li Jingwen was about to be strangled to death. Chen Huihui wanted to drag the squad leader, but the squad leader was determined to kill Li Jingwen, which was not so powerful. Chen Huihui didn't save the adult, but she was embarrassed. She was stunned, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Qian Fuzheng staring at her gloomily from the corner of her eyes, as if thinking about how to start...
Chen Huihui screamed, ignoring Li Jingwen, and ran out of the classroom crawling.
Running like the wind.
Liang Yifei was dragged to death by Xie Chian: "Brother Xie, Brother Xie, we...Where shall we go?"
Xie Chian randomly found an empty classroom and went in with Liang Yifei and locked the door: "No one here, stay here for now."
Nothing is safe outside.
As soon as he closed the door, Liang Yifei panted paralyzed, unable to speak for a long time.
Xie Chian began to inspect the room.
This is an art classroom. There was a stack of art books on the podium. Xie Chian turned over and saw a utility knife underneath.
Xie Chian put the utility knife in his pocket quietly.
There is an easel in the center of the classroom, and the paint is spread out on the ground in a mess. There is an unfinished picture on the shelf.
The painting uses warm colors. The blue sky was shrouded by golden sunlight, and the ground was a thousand miles away. The splattered sunflowers stretched out, with smiling faces greeted, opening bright and full of life.
Liang Yifei eased his anger, looked at the painting closer, and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."
In this repressive and terrifying environment, suddenly seeing such a painting full of warmth and hope, even my mood seemed to improve a bit.
"The person who painted this painting must be a person with a very warm heart, otherwise he wouldn't paint so contagiously." Liang Yifei doesn't have much art cell, but he thinks his appreciation level is enough.
"Really?" Xie Chian stared at the painting, his eyes slightly deep.
"But the sunflowers in this painting have their backs to the sun."
To change the direction, the meaning is completely opposite.
Even if the sun is shining on the earth, all beings are happy, everything is bright and radiant...
What does that have to do with me?
The painter.
He is deep in the backlight, he is the shadow itself.
He is the unfinished part.