When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Ps: I'm going to update ten chapters today!

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Three minutes later, Su Yuan successfully "convinced" Teacher Yu Li to give up the idea of ​​inviting parents.

The little fat boy wiped the blood that splashed on his face with his fat hands and gave a thumbs up: "Wu Kunxiong, I misjudged you before. I didn't expect you to be so brave that you dare to hit the teacher!"

Su Yuan glanced at him and said nothing.

The people here have a high degree of acceptance of violence. In their eyes, his behavior is just "beating" the teacher.

That's right, after all, Wu Linfeng, who was beaten to the brain, is just normal corporal punishment in their eyes.

It's still necessary to avoid communicating with these dream characters, otherwise it would be bad if you accidentally broke your hands and feet when playing together.

"Heartbroken, heartbroken..." Qi Yinhong couldn't stop shaking his head, "That's Teacher Yu Li, how could you, how could you... Alas!"

He sighed heavily, with a look of grief on his face.

What hurt him was not the offense to the teacher, but the offense to Yu Li.

And the means were so cruel that he felt he was going to spend the night in a nightmare.

"It's just a dream." Su Yuan said indifferently.

The bell had rung, but the students were still walking slowly, because this was Teacher Yu Li's class.

Now it was changed to self-study.

At this moment, the students stopped.

Because two people swam over from the other end of the corridor.

The two people had their limbs cut off, and they twisted their bodies on the ground with great effort to move forward. There were several shocking curved bloodstains behind them, like the mucus left by a snail crawling.

Seeing this horrific scene, Qi Yinhong instantly felt like he was facing a great enemy, and silently retreated behind Su Yuan: "The monster that the otaku Taoist priest said appeared, and the dream is really dangerous!"

"Come on." Su Yuan pulled him away and kicked him on the butt: "Go back to class quickly, or the teacher will beat you to death."

The little fat man walked up to the two people, took a closer look, and barely recognized the two "people".

It was Wu Linfeng and his gourmet friend.

When they saw Su Yuan, they twisted like two maggots, with resentment in their eyes and distorted expressions.

They opened their mouths, as if they wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Su Yuan was worried that they would complain to the teacher, so he cut off their tongues as well.

This horrifying scene made even the little fat boy feel a bit miserable. He turned around and said, "Wu Kunxiong, I really underestimated you before. No fight, no acquaintance. I, Zhang Jingyu, will make you my friend today!"

"Okay." Su Yuan smiled politely, and did not say like the crooked-mouthed dragon king that you are not worthy of being my friend.

After all, his purpose has always been to avoid being disturbed.

Back in the classroom, the class was still quite noisy. Seeing Su Yuan and the others come back, everyone's eyes were excited.

Obviously looking forward to another fight between them.

The little fat boy Zhang Jingyu had a high prestige in the class. He walked to the podium, coughed lightly and said, "Teacher Yu has something to do today, so this class will be changed to self-study."

"Wuhu!"

The class cheered instantly, and the demons danced wildly.

However, this is not Class 10, and there are also relatively self-disciplined students who took out their textbooks and started to study silently.

Sitting in the seat, Liu Wuhuan tightly held Su Yuan's hand: "Axiong, you helped me again, I don't know how to thank you."

"No need to thank you." Finally no one interrupted, Su Yuan couldn't wait to get to the point.

"Wuhuan, what day is it today?"

"Didn't you bring your phone?"

Su Yuan had already touched his body and shook his head.

Liu Wuhuan took out his phone and took a look: "June 5th."

"June 5th..." Su Yuan murmured and began to recall in his mind.

My sister was playing with her nails, and she reminded casually: "Tomorrow night is your school's literary evening."

"Has our school ever held a literary evening?" Su Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"Yes." My sister tilted her head: "We held one in your first year of high school, but you didn't go that day. You hid in the dormitory and played games with those idiots."

Su Yuan seemed to have some impression.

"How do you remember it so clearly?"

"You're still talking!" The younger sister got angry when she talked about this, and she put her hands on her hips: "I really wanted to go and see it that day, but you insisted on going back to play games."

"Really?" Su Yuan touched his head awkwardly, "I don't remember anything."

Looking at Su Yuan talking to himself in the air, Liu Wuhuan's eyes gradually became weird.

"Ah, A Xiong, who are you talking to?"

Su Yuan came back to his senses, "It's okay, I'm talking to myself."

Liu Wuhuan squinted his eyes, looking like he didn't believe it, but he didn't say much.

Su Yuan didn't care about him, took the paper and pen, and wrote on the paperIt was written.

[I remember the venue of the party was not in the school auditorium, right? ]

"Of course, it was in the playground. How many people could fit into such a small place like the auditorium?"

[Yuanyuan, do you remember what happened in the school auditorium? ]

"I don't know." My sister shook her head.

Su Yuan frowned slightly. Although she didn't understand what kind of existence her sister was, her memory seemed to be blocked.

Su Yuan sorted out her thoughts and asked again tentatively: "Wuhuan, do you have any plans tomorrow night?"

"I..." Liu Wuhuan paused, his eyes dimmed: "No plans."

Su Yuan took in the changes in his expression and continued to ask: "The literary evening, you don't plan to attend?"

"I originally planned to, but..."

Su Yuan raised his eyebrows after hearing this.

I asked casually, but I didn't expect that he really had talent.

The real person doesn't show his face. It seems that he is not as useless as he seems.

Singing, dancing, skits?

Su Yuan remembered that the school's literary evening party was just these few projects.

The most troublesome thing now is that the task is to let things develop according to the original trajectory, but Su Yuan has no idea what happened.

Every action he takes may change the trajectory of things.

So his original idea was to try to do nothing and let the plot develop freely.

But the appearance of Teacher Wang forced him to give up this idea.

The role of Wu Kunxiong is by no means meaningless. As Liu Wuhuan's only good friend, he is definitely an important part of this incident.

There are too many mysteries now, and there are basically no clues. The more I think about it, the more confused I get.

I might as well simplify my thoughts first.

First: protect Liu Wuhuan's personal safety.

Second: think about the problem from the perspective of his good friend.

Hiding this question in his heart, Su Yuan slowly sorted out his thoughts and continued to ask: "Just what?"

"Alas." Liu Wuhuan sighed, "My things are at home, and I can't participate at all."

Hearing "home", Su Yuan couldn't help but think of the scene of clouds covering the sun just now.

Is this the key to the mission?