Horror: Seeing Through The Weakness, The Female Ghost Made Me Responsible!

"She has lost her voice."

Lu Ye's voice fell.

Everyone paused before noticing in horror.

"Where is her tongue?"

"Her tongue was pulled out by the ghost and eaten!"

for a moment.

Fear, fear, filled the air.

Although he didn't die, pulling out his tongue and being eaten was more painful and terrifying than dying.

A player who was also assigned as an art teacher had a pale face.

"Being a music teacher will have your tongue pulled out? The art teacher..."

Isn't the art teacher going to have his hands cut off?

ding~

The class bell rang. At this moment, the melodious bell sounded like a reminder from hell.

"The next class is art class, Lu Ye, I wish you good luck." The silver knife and fork at the door gracefully made an inviting gesture.

It is very curious about Lu Ye, what will he do in the face of this group of students?

"I'll borrow your good words."

Lu Ze walked out the door.

36D's energetic voice came from behind.

"Lu Ye, come on, you're fine!"

...

The wealth of the Joan of Arc Ladies' Court is reflected in all aspects, and the decoration here is almost the same as that of the Happy Hotel.

But the Happy Hotel is just a hotel after all, and the entire school is luxuriously decorated. It is conceivable that the rich and powerful are the ones who are taught here.

The silver knife and fork led Lu Ye through the corridor and through the classroom doors.

Lu Ye glanced at the class name.

Acacia class, violet class...

This level of naming is comparable to that of the apple class and pineapple class in the kindergarten.

The female students in the class gathered together in twos and threes, all wearing dark green uniforms, with elegant scarves pinned to their breast pockets.

Nobility and elegance are synonymous with Joan of Arc Girls' School.

The more copies of this kind, the higher the risk.

Because the ideas of the students here all have one thing in common:

Why should I listen to you?

Whether it's human beings or low-status ghosts, why should they listen to them?

They have money and power that they can't spend for several lifetimes, and they can do whatever they want.

Therefore, what they like to do most is to pretend to listen to the words of these so-called "teachers", and then use means to design and frame them, watching them cry and beg for mercy on their knees.

teacher? majesty? Step on these under your feet, and all those who are high above will die!

Of course, in such a school with distinct classes, there is often an ace student.

"See? There is our student council president, a beautiful and noble child."

At this time, the silver knife and fork on the side suddenly pointed in one direction and said.

The president of the student council, I really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here.

Lu Ye looked in the direction of its finger. It was a lecture theater. The faculty and staff stood in a row in front of the podium. Among them was a girl with a top-notch appearance.

Student president.

Tall back, slender calves under the dark green uniform, and the loose coat can't cover the soft waist.

She pointed out everyone's problems in a gentle tone.

"It's a lady's rule to button the button to the top one."

"You're on time for breakfast again today, so it should be earlier."

"You were preparing for the singing concert last night, didn't you sneak away? Don't do that next time."

"..."

Lu Ye looked at the student council president, and felt different from the rumors.

Although the requirements are strict, it does not seem difficult to get along with.

Could it be that the female high school player deliberately gave false information?

Lu Ye wanted to listen for a while, but he had to go to class, so he left with the silver knife and fork first.

after they left.

The faculty and staff were trembling and on the verge of tears.

"President, we will correct it."

"President, give us another chance!"

The student council president glanced at the direction Lu Ye was leaving, turned his head, and showed a standard smile.

The smile is beautiful and moving, like an angel descending.

"that's not allowed."

"The Joan of Arc Girls' School won't allow waste that doesn't meet the requirements."

The pitch-black wings spread, engulfing everyone.

No screams came out.

...

Come to the class that Lu Ye tested.

The silver knife and fork stopped and reminded:

"After you pass the test, you will take over the president's class. The requirements will be very high. You should be prepared."

Lu Ye said: "Understood, thank you."

In the classroom, all the students cast their eyes on Lu Ye who suddenly appeared, with playful eyes.

"Another human?"

"Handsome human... just smells delicious."

"Wonder what his tongue tasted like."

"I bet he won't last ten minutes."

The schoolgirls laughed.

Facing everyone's curious eyes, Lu Ye was very calm.

Lu Ye went straight to the podium, neither talking about class nor introducing himself.

He stepped onto the podium, glanced around, and said the words like a stone thrown into a calm lake:

"With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish."

"..."

The classroom was quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Everyone stared at him blankly, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Some students were planning to play a prank, but they froze in place.

Why doesn't this person play his cards according to the routine? ?

"Humans, be careful with your mouth when you speak."

Swish it.

Some students stood up and looked at him coldly.

Joan of Arc Girls' School has a history of thousands of years, and all the students who come in are top-notch ladies and ladies.

How dare a human being speak so shamelessly?

The students all reacted and stared at Lu Ye with fierce eyes.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

"What I say is the truth."

Lu Ye's indifferent voice echoed in the air.

"Your paintings are rubbish, but you should be glad to have me to teach you, so you can come up."

Lu Ye stretched out his hand and pointed to the student who spoke.

"Teacher, if you don't have any skills, I don't need to do it. My sisters will make you the worst teacher to die since the school was founded."

Lucy frowned at him.

"Is it."

Lu Ye glanced at the walls covered with paintings. All the art classrooms in the world will hang students' paintings, as if it has become a tradition.

Lu Ye asked, "Which picture is yours?"

"This one."

Lucy pointed to a portrait painting, her face couldn't hide her pride.

This is her favorite painting, and the teacher once praised it as her best painting.

Lu Ye glanced at the painting, his eyes were blue.

[Equip painter skills, unlock talents]

[Check out the weaknesses of the painting! 】

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