Shooting In Nightmare Game [Unlimited]

On the other side, Cui Miaomiao and Xie Xinghui were forced to take class seriously, which was extremely boring.

But they didn't dare to go to bed yet, so they had to hold on to their lectures carefully—Cui Miaomiao had finally graduated from high school and could start a happy college life, but in the end, she was forced to pack her bags and send them to high school while participating in variety shows during the holidays, which was suffocating.

The same is true for Xie Xinghui. He joined the entertainment industry directly after graduating from high school because he didn't like reading... Now he still has to listen to boring things from the teacher.

"It seems that everyone's mental state is not very good. Let Xie Xing come back and explain this question to you." The teacher scanned the classroom and frowned dissatisfied.

Xie Xing, who was named, shivered, and his first reaction when he woke up was to look at the clock above the teacher's head.

Fuck, there are still five minutes before get out of class ends!

He didn't want to be caught by the teacher, but he couldn't solve the problem either.

Xie Xinghui had a cold face, which seemed to be full of contempt for simple questions and scumbags, but in fact - he was trying to slow down his movements to delay time.

He stood up, pretending to have accidentally knocked off his pencil case, and the stationery inside rolled to the ground.

wonderful!

Xie Xinghui then began to pick up his pen in a leisurely manner, just a little faster than a sloth.

The teacher couldn't help but began to tap the podium with his index finger, gradually becoming anxious.

In the end, it was Xie Xinghui's thick skin that was even better. He picked up the bell and packed his pencil case, stood up straight and silently looked at the teacher.

Even if the teacher wanted to procrastinate the class again, he didn't dare to violate the school's rules, so he could only reluctantly say: "get out of class is over."

Xie Xinghui breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

There was laughter in the barrage:

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

【I can no longer look directly at Xie Xinghui. Now that I see his cold face, I feel that he is a kid trying to fool me.】

[I have saved this picture of picking up pens as an emoticon pack hhhh]

【I'm looking in the mirror, isn't this just me waiting next to get out of class】

Cui Miaomiao was holding back her laughter, but after receiving Xie Xing's fierce stare, she remembered the business, took out the wallet she picked up earlier, and asked loudly in the class: "Which classmate's is this?" wallet?"

The eyes of other students were attracted by her.

The handsome young man sitting in the back seat of Cui Miaomiao pulled back the wallet and said eagerly, "It's mine."

Cui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and asked suspiciously: "How do you prove that this is yours?"

The boy rolled his eyes: "I still need to be greedy for this little money? Come on, we both grew up together anyway, okay, who doesn't have any money at home?"

Cui Miaomiao was shocked, and secretly wrote down this information, not to mention showing off her feet.

Her character design actually has a bamboo horse? !

"Who knows." Cui Miaomiao snorted coldly and turned her head away, making a look of embarrassment, "Unless you can tell whose photos are in your wallet."

The young man's complexion suddenly became extremely grim.

Cui Miaomiao looked at his expression and felt a little apprehensive, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted not to flinch.

"...Since you have seen Ji Li, why do you still ask?" The young man lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was very low.

It seems that Ji Li is the girl's name...and it may be very important to him.

Cui Miaomiao felt a little guilty for bringing up other people's sad things, but when she thought of her own mission, she hardened her heart: "Can I not ask about her affairs?"

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at her with red eyes: "Cui Miaomiao, I don't think I will say much for the sake of the relationship between our two families, but don't overdo it."

Just when Cui Miaomiao was about to play haha ​​to fool her, another girl came next to her and softly comforted her: "Chiayi, don't speak to girls in such a fierce tone."

Cui Miaomiao got goosebumps after hearing this sentence.

She turned her head to the side, and saw a girl with a pretty face, a gentle temperament but very good at dressing up. Although everyone is wearing basic school uniforms, her braids, hair accessories and **** makeup that ordinary people can't see make her more pure and beautiful than other girls.

Song Jiayi took a few deep breaths before he forced a smile: "I was too impulsive just now, don't worry, Siran."

There were even some classmates who were enviously booing: "Wow, Young Master Song can only become so gentle when facing you. You are indeed a school belle."

Lin Siran blushed embarrassingly, and explained: "No...we are good friends."

When she explained it like this, it would only make people smile knowingly.

Song Jiayi frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

【Wait, isn't this smell a bit offensive...】

[I agree! ! 】

Xie Xinghui saw a group of people chatting around Cui Miaomiao's side, but no one came up to talk on his side, only people staring at him horribly, a little depressed, so he decided to go to the toilet.

The way he left the classroom happened to pass Cui Miaomiao's seat. When he approached, Cui Miaomiao clearly saw that Lin Siran and Song Jiayi were so close that they would almost stick together if they were touched. Suddenly pulled away.

Cui Miaomiao and Xie Xinghui met eyes briefly.

She observed Lin Siran's eyes looking at Xie Xinghui again, and confirmed her guess.

Boy, is this still a love triangle? Or four corners?

Cui Miaomiao looked at the table behind her again with a pitiful expression, hiss, spare tire.

"What were you talking about before?" After Xie Xinghui left, Lin Siran asked in a disguised manner.

Cui Miaomiao didn't think there was anything he couldn't say, and it happened to be an opportunity for a cliché: "Ji Li."

Lin Siran was stunned, and then his expression became a little complicated. She also lowered her head, her voice sounded a little choked up: "Xiao Li... She has been gone for more than three months... I miss her so much."

After Lin Siran finished speaking, he wiped away his tears and said apologetically, "I, I'm going to the bathroom."

Seeing her walking away while wiping tears, anyone would only think that she was going to hide in the toilet secretly and cry.

Cui Miaomiao didn't bother to care whether she was crying for real or fake, she only cared about the new news she got.

Ji Li, the girl in Song Jiayi's wallet, has been dead for more than three months.

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As soon as the door of the old school building was pushed open, there was a heavy dust and decaying smell.

The yellowed and cracked walls and stair railings are in disrepair, and there are occasional dark stains on the floor and walls.

Ji Chen covered his mouth and nose, and said sullenly: "This place... gives people a very bad feeling."

Even though there was no one here, he still unconsciously lowered his voice...in case he disturbed anything.

Jiang Jingzhe nodded in agreement: "It feels like walking into the Grudge set."

Ji Chen shook his goosebumps, smiled wryly: "You better stop talking."

When she reached the second floor, Jiang Jingzhe stopped in her tracks. She frowned and asked, "Did you smell a strange smell?"

Ji Chen also sniffed, and said, "It's okay, what did you smell?"

Jiang Jingzhe had no choice but to suppress his doubts first, shook his head and said, "Go up and have a look first."

Anyway, they don't have to explore the entire building in such a short period of time, they are just stepping on the spot, and the more places to see, the better.

The old teaching building is much shorter than the new building, but there are not as many students in the past, and the three-storey height is enough.

Class No. 1 of Senior Three happens to be the first classroom they come out of from the stairs on the left.

The door was not locked, and Jiang Jingzhe opened it with a slight push. The desks and chairs inside looked very worn out, covered with a thick layer of dust—and because of this, the only desk that was not so dirty looked very special up.

Ji Chen approached the desk by the window, and took out a pack of snacks from the hole in the desk, "Let me see... just expired."

Jiang Jingzhe was thoughtful: "Look at the thickness of the dust, at least someone cleaned it a few months ago."

"Why did you think of seeing Class 1, Senior 3 first?" Ji Chen asked smoothly.

Jiang Jingzhe said: "They are in the first class, and we are in the thirteenth class, so I actually just choose one of the two. And...compared with us, I always feel that the key people are more likely to be in the same class as the influential people."

Although there is no factual basis, Ji Chen thinks it makes sense.

"I came here a few months ago, but I didn't come again after a few months... Putting it in such a horrible environment, it will make people feel like..." Ji Chen stopped talking halfway, and he and Jiang Jingzhe looked at each other , Confirm that the other party thinks the same as yourself.

Nine times out of ten, some kind of misfortune happened.

Ji Chen still hoped that things were not so bad, he guessed: "Maybe it's just that some students came here for self-study before? Make up lessons or something like that?"

Jiang Jingzhe said: "Self-study is possible, but remedial classes are not possible. There is also a layer of dust on the blackboard."

She wiped off the dust on the desk with the wet tissue she brought, and saw faint scratches on the desk.

Former students liked to carve what they wanted to say on this kind of wooden desk, and it seems that the girl is no exception—Jiang Jingzhe is very sure that it was carved by that girl, because this line of engravings is obviously bigger than the other lines on the desk. The nicks are much cleaner.

"I'm in love with the icy sun," she read softly. "The moon says I can try to chase... can I?"

Ji Chen also saw this passage, and he wrote it down in his notebook. The two of them began to observe the desk without any blind spots, and then saw the scrawled notch on the bottom of the desk.

The person who engraved it must have curled up under the desk to write it down.

"The moon is a liar, you all go to hell!!" Jiang Jingzhe paused, "The last half of the sentence is all overlapping 'go to death'."

Ji Chen was silent for a while.

"Is it love killing..."

Jiang Jingzhe said dryly, "It's very possible. Even if it wasn't a love killing, at least the core of the incident is related to emotional entanglement."

"Obviously he's just a high school student..." Ji Chen sighed in a very vicissitudes of life.

The two singles who participated in the love variety show are in a very delicate mood at this moment.

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