It's a feeling of nausea that is hard to put into words.

To put it in plain words, it is a man who is very fond of eating Kang Shi Fu and Oreo who lives in a foreign land, and it turns out that these two things are not produced in a foreign land.

After many years, the man finally got a chance to see the two foods again.

He opened the package with joy, couldn't contain his excitement, and tasted it almost reverently, but before he could swallow a mouthful, he felt that the taste was wrong. He looked back at the package again, only to realize that he was not eating Kang, Shifu and Oreo, but 'Kang Shuaibo' and 'Yueli Yue', and his face suddenly turned green......

What Bai Yan experienced was this extremely disgusting feeling.

Every cell in his body was boiling, screaming that the person in front of him was a fake.

However, reason told him that there was only one Wang Ze in the school.

"Wang Ze. ”

"Wang Ze......"

Bai Yan whispered the name, and his voice only flowed between his lips and teeth.

At this time, he also realized that the person he had been waiting for, and the things he had never wanted to forget, seemed to have something to do with the name.

That person, his name should be Wang Ze.

“...... It's not this, but there's only one Wang Ze in the school, where will he be?"

Bai Yan muttered in his heart, I always felt that the person I wanted to see was not him, so I lost interest in 'Wang Ze'.

Although, this Wang Ze's temperament is quite appetizing to him, just looking at the performance of the third class classmates, I know that he must have done a lot of things in the third class, so that the students in the third class are so afraid of him.

However, as soon as he saw this familiar and unfamiliar face, Bai Yan lost interest in talking.

Bai Yan held back the desire to vomit, lowered his head in interest, and fiddled with the pen with a little dye left.

Seeing that there was still some time before the end of class, Bai Yan began to draw snakes and add more to the snake, and drew a stool that kicked to the ground under the feet of the two stickmen to enrich the storyline.

When Bai Yan finished adding the stool, most of the students had already finished drawing.

The students in the third class began to make a movement of shaking the paper, which made Bai Yan tilt his head, and saw that they all put the paintings on the table near the aisle, so that the teacher could collect them.

However, Bai Yan and other students all know that the art teacher is very easy to bully, he is as timid as a mouse, he does not dare to deal with the students, and the speed of receiving the painting is so fast that it is not good, for fear that the blue-faced and fanged character in the painting will jump out and eat him.

In this process, there is no need to put the painting in this special position at all.

To say that the students in Class 4 respect the teacher more than they do, and do it for the convenience of the teacher, Bai Yan absolutely does not believe it.

"What are they going to do?"

Not only that, but all the students in Class 4 had this question.

The closer to the end of class, the more nervous the expressions of the students in Class 3 became. The only ones who weren't nervous, they consumed double their blood and drew two pictures and put them on their desks.

However, due to excessive blood loss, the students' faces were very pale, and their lips became wrinkled and unhealthy white. However, their faces were pale, but they had a relaxed smile on their faces, and they even looked at the students of Class 4 with bad intentions, and they said something in their mouths, as if they were cursing something.

"Jingle bell—"

The bell for the end of class finally rang.

However, the two homeroom teachers, one standing at the front door and the other at the back door, blocked the classroom so tightly that the students did not dare to leave their seats, so they could only stay in their chairs and honestly wait for the art teacher to come down and collect their homework.

The students looked up at the art teacher in unison, a bearded man standing on the podium shrunken, motionless, without any intention of collecting the painting.

The students in Class 4 were surprised, but the students in Class 3 knew that they had known that this would be the case.

The students in Class 4 had never experienced such a situation, and they were suddenly afraid to breathe, and their hearts were uneasy, and they didn't know what to do.

In this weird atmosphere, Wang Ze, who was sitting by the window, moved.

He stood up and walked to Bai Yan's side without hurrying, and then, he stopped.

“......”

Bai Yan didn't look up, but the feeling of fear mixed with nausea did not lessen.

Separated by many people, Bai Yan still can't feel it. Now, Wang Ze was standing beside him, Bai Yan was chilling, and the creepy feeling was extremely intense.

Bai Yan still didn't look up, he couldn't see Wang Ze's gaze, but there was a sense of danger that he was about to be devoured with a thorn in his back.

His nerves were tense, like a frog meeting a snake, and every nerve of his was crying out for danger, which stemmed from the instinctive human desire to survive.

However, Bai Yan tried his best to suppress this fear that sprouted from the depths of his heart, his body trembled slightly, but he still raised his head slowly, and his light gray eyes looked at Wang Ze without blinking-

Unexpectedly, Wang Ze did not look at him, but at his painting.

Wang Ze stretched out his bony hand and picked up the painting with the red stickman from the table.

Bai Yan immediately understood the behavior of the students in the third class, and they placed the paintings next to the aisle, not for the convenience of the teacher, but for Wang Ze to use.

And Wang Ze took away their paintings, and in order to hand in their homework, they naturally wanted to paint more, which is why they behaved abnormally.

The students of the third class would rather paint one more painting and make themselves lose too much blood than dare to resist Wang Ze, and Wang Ze's horror can be seen.

Bai Yan is not stupid, he knows what he should do now.

The demonstration of the students in Class 3 is his best example.

The girl who was killed by Wang Ze just because she laughed in the morning confirmed with her life how dangerous it is to offend Wang Ze.

He couldn't even resist Ning Xiuli, let alone Wang Ze.

Bai Yan is very patient, Ning Xiuli beat him, and he can endure it for a long time. He should be dormant now, obediently hand in the painting, as long as he is alive, he still has time and a chance to do a lot of things......

Bai Yan couldn't understand this truth very well, but in the face of the person with this face, he was unwilling to show weakness no matter what.

Bai Yan knew that if he looked at it for a while, he might lose the courage to resist, but compared to the unknown consequences, he couldn't bear his cowardly appearance. So, regardless of the end, he stood up and snatched the painting from Wang Ze's hand.

Bai Yan was too lazy to think about how Ning Xiuli would clean him up if he couldn't hand in his homework for a while, he folded the drawing paper in half, and tore the drawing paper to shreds, tearing the stickman on it to pieces.

After a while, Bai Yan threw away the pieces of paper, and the fluttering paper flowers fell from his hands, and were swept to the ground by the autumn wind that blew into the classroom.

Seeing Bai Yan tearing up the painting in public, the students of Class 3 were dumbfounded, and in an instant, there was an uncontrollable whisper-

"That person is crazy, does he dare to rob Wang Ze's painting?"

"Haha, that person is a fool in the fourth class, he definitely doesn't know what will happen if he offends Wang Ze! It just so happens that he is dead, Wang Ze will not kill people again today!"

"Fortunately, the person he chose was not me, my blood will drain when I paint one picture, and if I paint two paintings, I will shed so much blood when I die!"

His ears were filled with the sound of schadenfreude, but Bai Yan didn't hear a word.

After tearing off the painting, he was frozen by a cold breath and could not move.

He watched as Wang Ze's cold and miserable hands firmly clasped his neck.

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