Pruning, weeding, and picking manure.

Shi Zuocai's working rhythm was orderly, and the people around him, whether they were students or instructors who were unhappy or were willing to provoke him, would avoid it.

The instructors' humiliation of students continues.

Interspersed among them, two boys, one older and one younger, act like outsiders.

Anyone who is a little rational will not have a relationship with someone who is covered with feces.

There were a few students in the class breaking zero who had more or less understood the intentions of the two, but when they wanted to do so, they still couldn't make up their minds.

Li Weiyin walked to the septic tank, carried two more buckets of manure, and walked on the way back, shaking.

After all, he was only thirteen years old and stayed in Kanglong Academy for a while. His food and nutrition were not kept up, and he was sick and could not complete his work as easily as Lan Silin.

With limited strength, the heavy wooden barrel naturally didn't lift it far. Halfway through, he put down the feces bucket and gasped with difficulty.

An instructor saw this scene in the distance. According to the rules, he would be punished with a ruler. But when he thought that his body was covered with feces, the instructor was discouraged and ignored it.

After resting for a while, Li Weiyin lifted the feces bucket again. Just as he was about to straighten his waist, he pressed one hand on the back of his neck.

Li Weiyin's heart was terrified.

"Why is it so hard to carry it, Wei Yin?"

The moment he heard this sound, countless goose bumps burst out from his back. Li Weiyin turned his head stiffly and his pupils contracted.

Instructor Liang was still wrapped in bandages on his throat, and a grim smile on his face, and he whispered to the "dumb":

"Did you miss me after not seeing me for so many days?"

His hand stroked from the back of Li Weiyin's neck, his fingertips passed through his spine, pressed against his waist, and slowly slid down to the point close to the tailbone.

Deep fear filled Li Weiyin's chest, his body trembled, and he staggered forward, setting a little distance from Instructor Liang.

The smile on Instructor Liang's face became stronger and stronger:

"What's wrong? Wei Yin. It's wrong for you to do this, do you know?"

He walked forward step by step, and Li Weiyin took a few more steps back, stepped on the stone on the ground, tripped on the ground, and supported himself with his hands to climb back.

Instructor Liang is still approaching.

"I advise you to be obedient and not to mess with me..."

"I've been lying in the infirmary for a few days and I'm not feeling well at all..."

"I'm almost suffocating... Wei Yin."

"Get closer, get closer... and follow me to the equipment room after school tonight, okay?"

Li Weiyin's breathing became more and more rapid, his face was as bright as gold paper, and his panic was filled with emotion. Only at this moment, who had always been serious, did he look like a thirteen-year-old boy.

Instructor Liang slowly squatted down, his face showing an obsessive look, approaching little by little.

Then, his brows frowned, he retching for a while, and covered his nose:

"Fuck, what does this taste like?"

Li Weiyin quickly reacted, stood up, and bypassed him:

"I poured the feces on my body. You have them in your hands, too."

Instructor Liang suddenly lowered his head, shook the wet liquid in his hands, his face twisted, and he cursed for being unlucky.

Li Weiyin lifted two dung buckets, turned his head and ran away.

From time to time, students passing by with feces buckets looked at each other in surprise, turned their heads and left in a hurry.

Among all the instructors, the people in Class 0 fear the most is the instructor named Liang.

It’s not because of the size of his authority—in fact, he has the same rights as other instructors and receives the same salary.

But he stayed in Kanglong Academy for the longest time, and the means of torture students were the worst, and it was useless. Even if the students dreamed of him in nightmare, they would be scared to wake up.

Li Weiyin ran back to the viewing garden and found a corner to continue fertilizing. After a while, there was a riot sound at the entrance of the garden. A girl subconsciously covered her nose while applying fertilization. Instructor Liang, who was chased back, was just in sight. He grabbed her hair and dragged it for seven or eight meters. There were harsh screams and crying echoes in the garden.

"I don't think it's odor? I can't stand it, right? Come here!"

Instructor Liang pushed open a student who was fertilizing beside the flower bed and pointed to the half-poured manure bucket.

"Soak your hands in."

"I'm sorry teacher... I was wrong... teacher..."

The girl knelt on the ground, pulled his thigh, and cried in pain. Instructor Liang kicked him away, but still couldn't help but pull her up cursingly. As the girl screamed violently and struggled, she pressed her arms into the feces bucket.

Another part of the garden, Shi Zuocai still fertilized the flower bed in front of him in silence, and ignored the heart-wrenching cry.

...

After working hard all morning, the students in the class broke into zero took turns to the sink to clean up the stains on their bodies, then returned to the dormitory, received their own lunch boxes, and rushed to the cafeteria.

——Of course, in order to ensure their lunch experience, the instructors specially ordered Shi Zuo Cai and Li Weiyin to take ten minutes to go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change their clothes before going to the canteen.

When they returned to the canteen, the students in the class broke into zero were already eating. Since the last "jailbreak" incident in Fangchang, a piece of windows of the school has been temporarily reinforced, and the wall outside the window has been specially equipped with a lot of broken glass. It is just a dream to try again.

When he walked to the meal-making window, Li Weiyin did not get any decent meal as usual. He had half a box of rice and a few wilted vegetable leaves, and poured a spoonful of leftover soup.

He was used to it, and sat in front of the kitchen door with his lunch box, alone in his own position, isolated from the world.

The meal time of the break-even shift was only less than half an hour, so he went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and there was not much time left. So lunch should be settled as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I didn't have to waste time picking out the eggshells from the rice this time. As soon as he ate two rice that tasted like wax, he heard a step closer.

He looked up and looked shocked.

The student named Lan Silin sat down on the same table.

There are many rectangular tables in the school, which are non-flammable plastic tables, each of which can sit down more than a dozen people.

Lan Silin is actually quite far away from him, at the diagonal angle.

But for a long time, no one was willing to sit at the same table with him. Over time, he has regarded this place as his territory.

And now, the man named Lan Silin was like a newcomer, who was just a young man, who was unconsciously venturing into a small world that should belong to him alone.

This made Li Weiyin feel very uncomfortable.

Extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't do anything.

Because this table does not belong to him. Although in the conventional concepts of everyone, it is the only one who can sit.

He couldn't take the initiative to say anything.

There is naturally a reason why he is called "dumb".

Because he never actively communicates with anyone. After half a year of enrollment, he did not make any friends.

Lee Weiyin doesn’t need friends. Because Lee Weiyin doesn’t even need to live.

He didn't know why he wanted to live. Perhaps the only reason he lived to be 13 years old was that he was afraid of dying.

Everything in the world after death is unknown.

He is a mute, but not a wooden man. Although he is good at forbearing, he is also afraid of pain.

He was afraid that after death, the pain would last forever.

As a natural Azberger patient, he always habitually understands everything he doesn't know in exchange for a meager sense of security. He is afraid of the unknown.

I'm afraid of dying too.

And now, there may be something unknown in his life.
Chapter completed!