Chapter I Weird exam

Cicada screamed in the treetops, but the students were sleepy.

Although the college entrance examination is approaching, no one can stop the fatigue at noon.

However, the head teacher still occupies this only little lunch break to talk to everyone about the precautions of college entrance examination.

"Snore..."

Suddenly there was a sound of beating in the classroom.

The head teacher's eyes became solemn and he began to look for the source of the sound.

Paaaah!

Lin Ping An felt himself stabbed, he immediately woke up.

Seeing this scene in front of me, I feel my head buzzing.

Not because he slept awake, but because he found himself reborn!

I'm back before the college entrance exam.

Seeing the young and tired looks of the students, let Lin Ping 'an determine this point.

Long lost memory, but also a little bit of resurrection.

No, it's not the same.

This place doesn't seem exactly the same as before.

There are some students in the room who have never seen them before.

This is not my high school!!

Time travel, not rebirth, it seems.

"You're snoring in your fucking sleep, you're looking for death." Next to the familiar voice, is his best friend dead fat Chen Jianlin.

It is the young and mellow young fat man, not the decadent and bloated middle-aged fat man.

Yeah, well, we crossed, but fat ass is still here.

Lin Ping An did not speak much, in the absence of a clear situation, the less the crossing said, the more beneficial to their own.

This is the basic operation of the protagonist in the time-travel novel.

If we blow the hiker's cover, we're done.

"Some students, they do not study hard, but also affect others." That's a black sheep." The head teacher's sight swept over, stayed for a second or two on Lin Ping 'an, the tone was particularly cold, "Are going to the college entrance examination, but also sleep, is really not afraid of death ah."

I do not know why, Lin Ping An felt the teacher's eyes are particularly cold.

You can't help but give a cold pause.

The homeroom teacher's words were also a little strange.

The college entrance examination is the college entrance examination, which may determine a person's future, how can it be related to death?

Is it related to the college entrance examination?

However, just through the Lin Ping An can not think too much.

How to quickly adapt to the current situation is the most important.

"Your eyes are red." Fatso glanced at Lin Ping An.

Lin Ping An from the desk to find a mirror to take a look, the eye is a youthful youthful face.

He did not pay much attention to his appearance, but looked at his eyes.

Sure enough, in his left eye, a faint hint of blood red. But the weird thing is, it's not the white eye that's bloodshot.

The red color comes from your own black pupils.

Overall, your pupils become red.

The whole black eye turns reddish.

He suddenly found that in his sight, he seemed to see a number: 100.

This number moves with the movement of their eyes, which is clearly displayed on their own eyeballs.

"Is this my time-travel skill?" Lin Ping An thought in his heart.

"Students, I will again strengthen the attention of the college entrance examination, must be serious..." The class teacher turned around and prepared to write seriously on the blackboard with a pen.

Lin Ping An looked at the head teacher, the body suddenly a cold.

Hot summer, but there is a cool feeling.

Because, the head teacher bare back of the head, there is a huge eye.

Lin Ping An could even see that there was red blood like spider silk on this eye.

His eyes rolled, scanning everyone in the class.

It's really creepy.

"Ghost! Lin Ping An shouted.

He has also heard of many supernatural events, and even seen some ghosts, but it turns out that the supernatural events are deceptive.

But not this time.

Teacher, it's really a ghost.

The head teacher turned around and stared at Lin Ping 'an with a strange look: "Lin Ping 'an, what did you just say?"

Lin Ping An rubbed his eyes, calmed down the mood, looked carefully, and found that the class teacher seemed to be normal.

All the students in the class also looked at Lin Ping 'an with a mocking smile on their lips.

"I dreamed of seeing a ghost."

"Sure it is."

"Even before the college entrance examination, I can't sleep. I really want to die."

...

Lin Ping An exhaled a breath, just now must be just through, not adapted, dazzling.

He shook his head. "Sorry, wrong."

The head teacher's mouth suddenly evoked a touch of evil smile: "Did you see something abnormal?"

With that, the head teacher turned around again.

This time Lin Ping An see clearly, the head teacher bald back of the head, there is a huge ugly, huge, huge disgusting eyeballs.

The eyeballs covered with red blood stared at Lin Ping 'an.

Lin Ping An could not speak.

I just crossed over, how can I see such unclean things?

No wonder the head teacher can always write on the blackboard, know who is behind the small movements.

He had a giant eye growing out of the back of his head.

Seeing the surprise on Lin Ping An's face, the head teacher turned around with a smile, he seemed very slow, but in fact, he came to Lin Ping An in the blink of an eye, and said with an uncontrollable excited voice: "Originally, you can see!"The eye behind the head of the class teacher suddenly stretched out from behind, and in the huge eyeball, the dark and deep pupil suddenly became a bloody mouth, the edge of the mouth is all sharp teeth.

This bloody mouthful bit Lin Ping 'an's head.

There was a sharp pain in his neck, and Lin Ping An felt his skull being cut open by sharp teeth.

That kind of sharp pain, let Lin Ping An fear and pain.

Lin Ping An has only one idea in his mind: Lao Tzu just passed through, so dead?

...

Oomph!

Lin Ping An woke up again.

"You're snoring in your fucking sleep, you're looking for death." Next to the familiar voice again, is still his best friend dead fat Chen Jianlin.

Lin Ping An heart startled, he looked up to the front, the head teacher Yin poison eyes also come over.

Lin Ping An quickly looked away, he found his back is wet with sweat.

The head teacher is not a person, he is definitely a ghost.

Moreover, he seemed to be resurrected, and returned to the time when he had just passed through.

Oh, did you dream?

A dream within a dream!

I pinched my arm. It hurt. It hurt.

This is not a dream. This is reality.

"Our head teacher is not a person, but a ghost." Lin Ping An whispered.

Fat Chen Jianlin was not surprised at all: "You just know ah?" Not a ghost, how can they be so cruel and give us lectures during their lunch break?"

Lin Ping An some depressed, dead fat understand wrong.

This does not mean that the class teacher is like a ghost, but that the class teacher is a ghost.

A ghost with a huge back eye.

"Fat, you didn't find a huge eyeball on the back of the head of the head." Lin Ping - un nervously pressed down his voice and said.

Just crossed and met such a thing, let Lin Ping a little broken.

Fat - fat Chen Jianlin glanced at Lin Ping :'Are you crazy? Dream hysteria. The headtech is bare in the back of his head, nothing. Where's the eyeball?

Fat - fat Chen Jianlin's answer let Lin Ping also have some doubt whether he just had nightmares.

He looked up at the p amt, only to see the head teacher turn around, writing the word "serious" on the blackboard.

And his back of the head, he had a huge, ugly, huge and disgusting eyeball.

"It's not a dream, it's true...." But the second half is out of it.

Because, he saw another abnormal person : The Director.

The director's head was outside the window, tiptoeing, peeking at the people in the classroom with his eyes.

And on top of his head, he had a huge ear.

Huge, ugly, huge disgusting ears.

It's like that loud horn on the phonemes.

On ugly ears, red blood vessels are clearly visible.

The ears swapped, and seemed to hear their conversation clearly.

No wonder the instructor likes to sneak in the hallway, so he has a ear to listen to.

The director of the teaching director, shaking the body, came to Lin Ping - kan before, looking at Lin Ping with a welcome gaze : "Originally, you can see!"

Lin Ping - kan's heart thumped.

The huge ear suddenly separated, revealing a dark earhole.

The edge of the ear hole, there's also a sharp jagged.

The ears were covered down, and the ears were directly covered with Lin Ping's head.

The jagged sharp cut broke Lin Ping's neck.

A violent pain spread all over the body.

Lin Ping - kan is dead again.

Lin Ping - kan's last impression before he died was that he saw that the number in his eyes was not 100, but 99.

...

Hoo!

Lin Ping - kan woke up again.

It's still in the classroom.

Next to it is still the fat face of the dead : "You really sleep and cry, find death."

Here we go again.

It seems that they have not only crossed through, but also traversed a world of ghosts everywhere, but also caught up in an infinite cycle.

He looked at the wall and showed a number : 98.

Another number is missing.

It seems that there is a limit to the number of times in your own cycle.

What happens when the digital loop is over?

Death or relief?

Can you get out of this fucking cycle?

" Students, I'm going to strengthen my attention to the college entrance examination, and I'm going to take the lead around and write the word seriously on the blackboard with a pen.

The giant, ugly, giant disgusting eyeballs dripped again and glided at everyone.

Lin Ping - kan's choice ignored this time.

And there's only disregard.

In the face of this eccentry, he had no resistance.

As an adult, face the predicament, choose to face, not avoid.

To disregard is the most reasonable way to face it at the moment.

"The college entrance examination is the most important test of your life. Give your strength, give you your potential, do all your strength, and take this college entrance exam seriously." The head teacher turned around and stared at Lin Ping with a harsh eye.

" Some people are still sleeping at this time, don't you know that the simplest difficult college entrance examination will also have a 5 % mortality rate? How dare you take your life as a play?

This sentence made Lin Ping feel shocked again.

The college entrance exam, why is there a death rate?

He turned his head and whispered, "Fatty, why is the college entrance examination death rate?"

"Of course there is," said Chen Jianlin, a fat man who was unappressed. Simple - grade high - level exams, mortality rate is about 5 percent. And hell - grade high - level exams, mortality rates are 80 percent, even 90 percent, and there's a legendary difficult college entrance examination with 99 percent death rate. "

Chen Jianlin licked his mouth and said, "I hope we're on a simple - level high test."

Lin Ping - kan came from his 35- year - old age. Although his body was 18 years old, his mind was already a mature and greasy uncle.

But the spate of excitement still made him a little confused.

"The college entrance examination, the answer paper, how can you die?"

Chen Jianlin glanced at Lin Ping :'What's wrong with you today? Nightmares? Why are you always talking nonsense. Is that normal to die in college?

"You answer my question, it's just an exam, how can you die?" Lin Ping - kan is a little depressed.

Once out, he was swallowed twice by the head teacher and the teaching teacher, so that he was very depressed, and the fire was also a little strong.

"Well, I said. Chen Jianlin, a fat man, touched his chin with several rat whiskers, slowly saying," Enter the exam field, we'll enter the thrilling world, we'll face countless ghosts. There's a ghost, of course there's death. "

Lin Ping - kan had some headaches, and he pulled his head and buried his head on the desk : "In the trough, what kind of world I traversed. There's still something disgusting about the thriller."

"Lin Ping, do you have a problem?" The head teacher stared at Lin Ping with a gloomy eye.

Lin Ping - kan's scalp was a burst of hair.

The pain that was devoured by his eyes just now got him all goosebumps.

That kind of pain that was swallowed up, he didn't want to try again.

"No, teacher." Lin Ping - kan dodged his sight.

He's an adult who should be afraid of anyone's attention.

But this head teacher is not a normal person, or even a person.

Thinking of the huge, ugly, huge and disgusting eye on the back of his head, he was really in a way of looking at the headteacher's eyes.

The headtech looked at him all over.

...

At school, Lin Ping - kan had already broken down.

The experience this afternoon was so hard.

The teachers at this school are weird all over the place.

None of the normal.

The headtech had a ugly eye in the back of his head, and the director had a good ear.

Not only that, but history teachers have ten meters long necks and can peek around the back.

The language teacher has a huge nose, and the math teacher has an ugly brain outside his head.

The PE teacher has three legs, and the English teacher has a large blood basin.

The physics teacher is a thousand - hand watch, with countless hands.

The music teacher walked with a note over his head, and the chemistry teacher followed a deformable kid.

This afternoon, Lin Ping was killed five times because he exposed the fact that he could see the ghost.

Now the number in his eyes has become 95.

It foreshadowed him a 95 more cycle.

It's just, after 95 cycles, is it dead?

Maybe death is relief.