Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Teacher, thank you."

The crying gradually ceased, and Yu Hui, who was sitting in the back row, stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Hun.

"Teacher, thank you."

The other students also reacted at this time. They all stood up, bowed and thanked.

Although during the exam, their eyes are bound by the rules of the exam and cannot look around.

But their sense of hearing and their feelings were not affected in the slightest.

I heard everything Lin Hun had done for them clearly.

They are very moved.

They felt that Teacher Lin was like a beam of light, illuminating their heart full of darkness.

"Hehe, everyone is fine.

Lin Hun waved his hand and said with a relaxed expression.

The confrontation with the will of the school just now made his blood pressure a little high and his brain a little dizzy, but the effect was not great.

And after this confrontation, he has a clearer understanding of his own strength.

Can fight against the will of special scenes.

27 But it can't fight too many times.

It's okay once or twice.

If there are more, the heart may not be able to hold it.

But this kind of confrontation is not without benefits.

Lin Hun felt that under this high pressure, his heart seemed to have gone through a high-load exercise.

Although tired, but also getting stronger.

【Ding!]

[Congratulations on completing the task: our class, the first one!]

[Your class won the ranking: first in age. 】

[You get reward: 10 years of life. 】

[You complete the advancement of the position: You have a new status-school secretary. 】

[You have the authority, the right to pass through the Silence Campus, the control of some rules of the Silence Campus, the right to expel some teachers, and the right to punish some students. 】

The cold reminder sounded in his mind, making Lin Hun couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at the students in the class, and reminders popped up in his eyes.

[Yuhui: Grade 2, Quality: White Resentment-First, Nature: Despair, Cowardice, Kindness]

[Abin: Grade 2, Quality: White Resentment-Medium, Nature: Impulsive, Thinking of Spring, Weak Confucianism]

[Qu Ming: Age 2, Quality: In white resentment, Nature: jealous, cruel, crazy]

"Grade, is your current strength and your own personality or negative emotions? Is it so transparent about the existence of high-level identities and the low-level presence in the scene?"

Raising his eyebrows, Lin Hun clapped his hands and said to the students in the classroom.

"Since everyone has completed the final exam, as a celebration, let the teacher draw a picture for everyone to celebrate."

"Good teacher.

After what happened just now, the trust of the students in Lin Hun in the class has reached its limit.

They didn't think much, they got up from their seats one after another, and under the command of Lin Hun, they lined up in three rows in the front, middle and back.

The front row is squatting, the middle row is sitting, and the last row is standing in place.

Looking at the group of students waiting in line for their harvest, Lin Hun bit his fingers and unfolded the canvas of despair.

Fingers swam, and stick figures appeared quickly.

Lin Hun's painting skills have not improved at all, but his painting speed has increased a lot.

In less than five minutes, he completed the drawing of the stickman class.

Next second.

The stickmen on the canvas turned into bloody chains, pulling the students in the class into the canvas.

"The rescue is complete!"

Lin Hun looked at the panic-faced students of Class 1 and 6 on the canvas, with a smile on their faces.

"Don't worry, the teacher will take you to a real paradise without sadness and despair.

"But before I leave, I have to take care of those who are getting in the way outside.

He raised his head and looked out the door.

At this time, in the corridor outside the door, a huge and fat figure slowly appeared.

The heavy footsteps trembled the ground and the desks in the classroom kept jumping.

A purplish-black face slowly descended, and a dead fish-like eye looked into the classroom through the crack of the door.

"Secretary Lin, you are welcome to join the decision-making level of 114 Middle School. I am the principal of this school, and my name is Gao Yi. I am very glad that a talent like you can join the 114 big family."

680's dull voice is like the sound of death from a deceased whose mouth and nose are covered.

The icy cold air formed the actual tentacles and plunged into the classroom.

Feel the familiar chill in the air.

Lin Hun remembered the cold breath he felt when he opened the door.

He realized it instantly.

This principal named Gao Yi had already done something to him.

"Hello Principal Gao Yi, goodbye Principal Gao Yi."

Under Lin Hun's operation, the grieving scissors shot out like lightning.

The blind eye of the piercer.

While driving the deadly resentment scissors, the soul clenched fists with both hands, and the soul hand with muscle knots also appeared.

when!

At this time, the deadly resentment scissors had flown to Gao Yi's approach, and it flew out with a small pointer bomb.

At the same time, two huge soul hands suddenly squeezed into fists, and slammed into this guy's face fiercely.

Bang bang!

A wave of anger suddenly appeared, and these two fists of punishment were directly set in the principal's eye sockets. .

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