Seeing that Lin Yi had no reaction, Wei Liang took the initiative to crawl out from under the desk and then waved his hand in front of him.
"What's the matter, legs numb from squatting? Come out, it's safe now!" he extended his hand to Lin Yi and pulled him out from under the desk.
"Old Lin, you haven't been scared silly, have you?"
He stretched out both hands and rubbed Lin Yi's face.
Lin Yi's head swung back and forth like a bobblehead doll, and just as he was about to shake off Wei Liang's hands, his pupils suddenly constricted violently.
His face turned pale in an instant.
He saw a classmate, his body almost embedded in the seating of the tiered classroom, staring right at him.
The classmate's eyes were wide open, yet his gaze was vacant. His mouth was stretched into a huge arc, almost reaching his ears, like a clown.
Crazed, maniacal, stupid... conflicting expressions were grotesquely crammed onto his face, making it look bizarre and terrifying.