Gu Nian's first class was for students in the Department of Humanities.
After briefly introducing himself, Gu Nian began to observe his students while attending class.
She counted the number of students and found that all seventy-one students in the Humanities Department were present, and no one was absent.
Unexpectedly, in such a haunted and frightening university, college students are so enthusiastic about studying in class, and their daily attendance rate has rarely reached a level that students from other universities cannot achieve.
In her university, although everyone is studying very hard, the attendance rate in each class is still difficult to reach 100%. There are always a few absent students.
But in a campus like Keimyung University, which is full of strange rumors and rumors, the attendance rate of students has reached 100%. Moreover, these students seem to be studying very seriously, and no one is worried about the various things that appear in the school.
The death incident showed any intention to drop out of school and leave.
This in itself is a very strange thing.
While Gu Nian was completing the teaching content according to the teaching plan, he was thinking about these strange things in his mind.
"Okay, now is the time for independent practice. Please open page 57 of the textbook and complete the recitation and translation of the text in the exercise book." Gu Nian said, "If you don't understand anything, you can always ask me. Wait.
The teacher will conduct random inspections soon, so I hope students will prepare carefully."
After assigning tasks to the students, Gu Nian walked around the classroom twice and sat down in the last row of the classroom, next to a long-haired girl wearing glasses.
"Classmate, is there anything you don't understand about what the teacher just said?" she asked the girl in a low voice.
"No." The girl replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito.
If it weren't for Gu Nian's good hearing and sitting next to her, he would hardly be able to hear what she was saying.
"Really? Then come on, study hard." Gu Nian patted the girl on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging look.
Next, Gu Nian asked several other students, and the situation they encountered was exactly the same as before.
All the students lowered their heads, holding pens in their hands, busy writing, and doing their homework seriously.
But Gu Nian always felt that there was a strange feeling everywhere in the classroom.
These students... do not have the vigorous vitality of normal college students, but a sense of disobedience and sluggishness.
It seems that they are not a group of college students in their twenties who are about to make a big difference in the vast world, but a group of old people who are old and dying.
No...I'm afraid they are not even as good as the elderly.
Even the elderly still have the fun of dancing actively in the square, organizing fans, and performing shows with bright voices.
And these students, their voices are very low, their heads are always lowered, like machines, completing the tasks assigned by the teacher, and they can't even feel the life of a living person...
Thinking about this, Gu Nian suddenly remembered that Zheng Xixi saw that the group of art students had just attended physical education class for more than an hour before they became unwell and had to dismiss them early.
A group of students who are so lifeless give people the impression that they are not in good health.
