Meng Nan suppressed the desire to scream, and her body couldn't help shaking.
But soon, that face left, perhaps going to another class.
"Hoo, ho..." Meng Nan tried hard to calm down her breathing, her mind went blank, and she began to worry about her companions.
It seems that Bixian has already started to take action.
At the same time, Li Shiming was sitting in the classroom, listening to the class boredly.
As a qualified otaku, he is already familiar with what the teacher is saying on the podium, and there is no difficulty at all.
For this reason, Li Shiming has been focusing on observing the students around him, hoping to see if he can make any special discoveries.
But after observing for a long time, Li Shiming didn't observe anything.
Li Shiming pondered slightly, trying hard to recall the stories of each "Bi Xian" in his mind.
I want to see if there are any clues that match this world.
But after thinking for a long time, I still found nothing.
Finally, time passed minute by minute, and the bell rang again for the end of get out of class.
Meng Nan went from classroom to classroom and asked about his classmates, only to find out that no one except himself had seen that face.
The next few classes were as before, without any problems.
Everyone did not get together again. Instead, as promised before, they did not leave the classroom and started chatting with their classmates intentionally or unintentionally after class.
The feeling given to them by these classmates is the same as that of their former classmates in school, without any difference.
They like celebrities, they like songs, they like movies.
Speaking of which, they can all get along.
But only about some supernatural things, these students are tight-lipped and say nothing.
Li Shiming and others inquired for a long time, but they didn't hear even a little bit of strange things, let alone anything related to Bixian.
Finally, by the time of the afternoon class, no one had gained anything.
At the first class in the afternoon, as the bell rang, Li Shiming stretched out his waist.
Even though I have been out of school for so many years, I still feel very sleepy whenever I sit in this position, especially at this time in the afternoon.
But Li Shiming didn't dare to sleep like in the real world, God knows if that would violate any taboos.
So, Li Shiming picked up his energy and his eyes fell on the blackboard. This class was a chemistry class, and the teacher above was explaining the chemical reaction equation of iron.
Suddenly, Li Shiming felt a cold feeling on the back of his hand, as if a pair of cold hands were holding the back of his hand.
Li Shiming's hair suddenly stood up all over his body. When he lowered his head, he saw a pair of white hands holding him.
The hands were extremely pale and very slender. The most noticeable thing was the five blood-red nails, which seemed to be stained with blood.
"Gulu!" Li Shiming's body froze, and the direction in which the hand reached out was not from anywhere else, but from behind him.
In other words, this hand stretched out from Li Shiming's armpit and was held on the back of Li Shiming's hand.
Recalling Meng Nan's words in his mind, Li Shiming did not turn around or stand up from his seat, but suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
However, behind Li Shiming was a tall male classmate. He was lowering his head and taking notes. There was nothing unusual about him.
And as Li Shiming turned back, the cold touch of that hand disappeared. When Li Shiming turned back, everything returned to normal, as if everything before was an illusion.
Li Shiming's brows frowned slightly, and suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly and he turned to the next page of the textbook.
On the next page of the textbook, I don’t know when someone had written the word “death” all over it with a blood-red pen.
These words are deeply engraved in the pages of the book, as if they used all their strength to write!
Li Shiming stared at these words for a long time, and he could feel endless hatred in them.
Soon, it was time for get out of class to end again. Li Shiming tried to ask his classmates, but every time he asked, those classmates would change the topic and say nothing.
Li Shiming went to find his companions again and told Meng Nan and others about these things.
"It seems that Bi Xian should not have the ability to directly harm us now." Meng Nan said solemnly: "So, as long as we don't really feel the danger, don't act rashly."
"Yeah." Chen Ruier and others nodded.
Soon, the preparation bell for the next class rang, and everyone returned to the classroom again.
The class was as uneventful as ever, and it continued like this until the last class.
The last class is a self-study class, but what is different from the real world is that even if it is a self-study class, every student is studying extremely seriously.
Some of them study mathematics, some study Chinese, some study English... they seem to be making up for their lagging behind in subjects.
Xia Wenqing looked around, secretly thinking about what he should do.
Sleeping is definitely not possible anyway, God knows if something unexpected will happen.
After thinking for a while, Xia Wenqing finally picked out a book from a pile of books in front of him and started reading it as extracurricular reading.
However, after just turning to the second page, Xia Wenqing's brows wrinkled slightly.
There seems to be nothing wrong with this book, but right in the center of the page are two lines written in beautiful handwriting:
"Are you here?"
"I am coming."
Just these seven short words brought an indescribable uneasiness to Xia Wenqing.
At first glance, they appear to be printed on the book, but upon closer inspection, they appear to have been dug out bit by bit with someone's fingernails.
Xia Wenqing pushed up his glasses, closed the book, took out another book, looked through it, and found these two lines.
Whether it is mathematics, Chinese, chemistry, physics, English or history...
These two words were scratched out on the second page of every book.
Xia Wenqing closed all the books and stacked them neatly aside, then his eyes fell on the tablecloth on the desk.
After a slight hesitation, Xia Wenqing carefully opened the tablecloth.
Sure enough, under the tablecloth, these two lines of words were written all over the table.
"Are you here?"
"I am coming."
"I am coming……"
"I am coming!"
In an instant, Xia Wenqing suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant, as if a pair of hands were pinching his neck.
But this feeling was fleeting, and the next moment Xia Wenqing was back to normal.
Pushing up his glasses, Xia Wenqing rearranged the tablecloth, then picked up a history book and started reading.
There is still too little evidence to support any answer to any question.
As for the feeling just now, it further proves what Meng Nan said before.
At least for now, Bixian can't really hurt them! This chapter has been completed!
