On the first night back in the studio, Hu Zize didn't eat, he went to the commissary to buy a loaf of bread.

When paying the bill, Hu Zize's eyes fell on the QR codes of Alipay and WeChat.

He was stunned and thought for a moment before taking out his phone and paying.

Hu Zize's face was expressionless, like a statue, he looked at the snow under his feet, and then at the green-skinned garbage can next to the playground, his eyes scanning around and frowning.

The bulletin board also posted the results of a month ago, and the snow fell outside the glass, and a layer of hoarfrost was hazy.

Hu Zize stretched out his hand, his frozen red fingers touched the bulletin board, and a few words were written on the fingers: School Ranking 04: Hu Zize.

On the other side, there was a knock on the office door, and the bald fat headmaster straightened the tie around his neck and stepped forward to open the door.

After the door was opened, there was a tall young man standing outside the door, the young man was wearing a gray down jacket, Danfeng's eyes seemed to contain spring water, and the hair between his forehead fell a little white snow that had not yet melted, and a little cinnabar loomed between the green silk.

The principal nodded at the young man in front of him: "You are the Wu Ming who came to apply for the job yesterday?"

Nameless nodded and smiled, "It's me." ”

After entering the house, the principal took the studio materials to Nameless, and then sat on the chair and drank a few sips of tea before saying slowly:

"You also know that this is about to take the joint entrance examination, even if you work day and night, I can't give more just because you are a teaching assistant. ”

Nameless replied while flipping through the studio materials: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you have less money, I also said before that I was here to gain experience." ”

"It's a good thing that young people have this idea...... the principal put his hands crossed on the table, "I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt to the intense work of these days." ”

The principal sighed: "Look at it, first of all, our studio doesn't raise idlers, you have to help the bishop deal with the clutter in the class, as well as repair and redraw, especially when the joint entrance examination is close and you are still teaching sketching, the number of homework has increased, you just revise the homework......"

After the principal explained the miscellaneous things, he deducted the east and the west, so the monthly salary was pressed to two thousand five.

Nameless still has a calm face, he naturally came here not for money, but for the faint demonic aura in this building, although the demonic aura is weak, but this is enough to prove that the destined person of the sachet is here.

It's just that this time it's a school, it's not good to investigate blatantly, there's no way, Nameless has to come here as a teaching assistant, but fortunately, he has lived a long time, and he knows a little bit about the craft of painting, so he passed the test and came here.

There was a reason for the incident, and Nameless smiled at the principal: "It doesn't matter if the salary is low and the task is heavy, I can accept it."

Hearing Nameless say this, the principal had nothing to refuse, and after a few more commands, he handed the sign of the faculty and staff to Nameless, and then said that he could come tomorrow morning.

Nameless looked at the faculty card, which read the word "Wu Ming".

For some reason, his face gradually turned pale, and he recalled the face painter again in his mind.

His appearance was extremely strange, and the ominous premonition in Nameless's heart became even stronger, and not only that, he always felt that this time the monster was not an ordinary demon.

Even......

He also felt a little bit of fairy aura from the faint demonic aura in the teaching building.

The demon containing immortal energy, firstly, it is similar to the green snake cultivated for a thousand years, and it is about to be feathered into an immortal;

frowned slightly, no matter which one it is, it's very troublesome, I hope this demon is easy to talk to.

Without further thought, Nameless tightened the backpack behind him and walked out.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the bulletin board, only to see a student in a brown coat and gray scarf standing in front of the bulletin board, staring at the bulletin board motionlessly, his head slightly drooping, wearing round-rimmed glasses.

But this is not the oddity, the weirdness of him is the demonic energy...... Yes, there is a faint demonic aura in him.

Nameless was a little surprised, because all spirits have their true appearances, but he only has demonic energy on his body, and has no true appearance.

The snowflakes melted instantly when they fell on the tip of his nose, and Nameless narrowed his Danfeng eyes slightly, and without saying much, he turned around and left.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the bell rang on time and the evening class began.

The lights were turned on in the classroom, and under the incandescent light, people sat in small folding chairs, their legs between their drawing boards, and charcoal pens were rapidly drawing pictures on sketch paper.

The time for sketching for the joint entrance examination is only half an hour, but in half an hour, you have to silently write a sketch of two people with background and props, not to mention anything else, and time alone has crushed many people.

The teacher pinched the stopwatch and walked back and forth behind the students.

The regular class has a large and crowded classroom, with a variety of red banners plastered on the walls and a countdown wooden sign hanging in the center.

The atmosphere was quiet and somewhat oppressive, and there were more than 200 people in this classroom, but only the "rustle" of charcoal on the sketch paper could be heard.

This is the case on every floor, and the snow is falling heavily outside the window, and the hearts of the students inside the house are also snowing.

In the basic class on the first floor, a thin girl stood up slowly, her head lowered, and her gaze buried deep in the black sketchboard in her hand.

Teacher Liu...... I...... I left something on the sixth floor...... Can I go ...... now?"

Teacher Liu frowned on the side: "Go back after class, how precious the class time is, look at your paintings, how can you pass the exam if you don't work hard!"

The thin girl's hand clenched the sketchboard tightly, and her brows were tightly knit: "But I work overtime every day, and I don't sleep until three or four o'clock almost every night......"

The girl's voice grew louder and louder, and in the end it turned out to be a little hoarse.

The teacher was stunned, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, then you go and get it...... Also, you can't just draw to know, you have to use your brain and draw with your heart!"

The girl's lips trembled, but she didn't answer, she just nodded and ran out the door with her sketchpad.

The sound of footsteps was accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing, and the girl was crying while running, she wiped a handful of tears, and in a trance felt that her whole brain was hollowed out.

The girl stopped in front of the elite class as she ran to the sixth floor, staring blankly at the locked classroom door of the elite class.

After staying in front of the elite class for about a minute, the girl looked down at the sketchboard she was holding in her arms, the corner of the sketchboard had been torn crooked, and there was a bloody mark on her palm.

The girl smiled suddenly, she laughed and cried at the same time, still holding the drawing board tightly in her arms, she did not stay, but ran quickly towards the window in the corridor, and then hurriedly opened the glass window.

The girl rubbed her eyes, stood on the window and looked behind her, then jumped down......

......

With this muffled sound, there was another corpse on the snow-covered ground, and blood gradually spilled from under the corpse, winding its way to the drainage hole.

The classroom and the light of the street lamps shone on the body of the skinny girl, who was still clutching the black sketchboard in her hand.

And the sketchboard is full of dense words.