The female teacher didn't say anything, and lowered her head and began to clean up the lesson plans and other things on the lectern.

"Please, please, let me go, let me go, I, I don't want to go to the office, don't ......" Bu Wan knelt down and begged for mercy, and even kept kowtowing.

I didn't understand what this was going on, and I watched as I walked off the stage.

It was as if a voice in my heart was telling me not to meddle in my business, never to meddle.

"You, why don't you speak? Help me, help me, please, help me, help me, will you? Whining...... I don't want to, don't ......"

Bu Wan began to kowtow to the other classmates, her head slammed on the floor, making a heavy low sound, and in just a few clicks, her forehead was blood-red, and the blood flowed.

"Don't disturb other students in class, it's immoral to do so, if you don't study, other students will still study." The female teacher walked up to Bu Wan and stretched out a hand to grab Bu Wan's shoulder.

Bu Wan's body shook, she couldn't say anything, and the whole person seemed to be demented, like a marionette, standing up with the female teacher's hand.

"Yes, come with me, go to the office for a while, and not let you go to the punishment room." The female teacher left such a sentence and left with Bu Wan.

I was a little confused by her last sentence, a school, what kind of punishment room?

What is the purpose of punishing students?

Although it is only the first day, I have already found a lot of weirdness here, not only the teachers are weird, but also the students here, even the forty-year-old uncle, can it not be strange?

The female teacher left with Bu Wan, the time was not very long, I felt that there were five minutes at most, and the bell rang after class.

"What a thing, return the teacher, just like her, dare to walk out of the school gate, I will unload her." The bearded horse's loud voice came from the back row, causing many of his classmates to turn their heads to look at him.

However, most people look at the past with distrust, after all, which female teacher is still more imposing, standing on the podium just smiling and talking, so that the bearded people dare not look at each other.

"What's up? Do you not believe? I can tell you, and you must not believe it, that the limit of my patience with this teacher has almost reached the limit. ”

Being looked at by so many people with questioning eyes, the bearded horse was very angry, and beat his chest hard, saying that he hated being strong.

"Just now, thank you." I lowered my voice, and though the class was still a mess, I was sure she could hear it.

"I don't know what your previous school was like, but in this school, you have to remember that the teacher is the biggest, and you can't do anything against the teacher, but there is one thing, if the teacher asks you to go to the office or talk to you alone, if you can, try to refuse." The tablemate, known as the class flower, put his head on the desk, and his big eyes revealed a touch of fear that I didn't understand.

"Have you ever been to the office?" I also learned from her to put her head on the desk and look at each other face to face.

Intensely close, I seemed to be able to breathe in her breath, sweet, fragrant.

Banhua also seemed to feel that something was wrong, her face became a little blushing, and she said in a low voice: "No, but I heard from other students that as long as they enter the office, the people who come out again will lack something." ”

What's missing?

"I can't say the specifics, anyway, all the students who have been to the office have come back and said so, but no wounds have been found on them, and as for what happened in the office, they can't remember."

I don't understand how even if a piece of flesh is cut off, there will be a wound, I can see it.

But except for cutting off a certain position of us, otherwise we can't do it, so what are our shortcomings?

You can't remember what happened in the office, and this is more important.

"How far is the classroom from the office?" I picked up the pen on the table, put my head on the table, and began to study it.

"You, you just stay well, don't mess with anything, especially the classmates who are called to the office, don't stop it. As long as you can do this, nothing will happen, and it's hard to say, unless you're being targeted by the teacher, and you remember, don't resist the teacher, don't ......"

"Cao Taiyi, Cao Taiyi, which new classmate in our class, come with me and arrange a dormitory for you."

A bespectacled male teacher shouted to me at the door, saw me looking at him, and waved to me.

He should be the homeroom teacher of our class, the last class is self-study, there is no teacher to class, it is estimated that the homeroom teacher is in a hurry to go home, so he plans to borrow the time of the last class, and arrange my accommodation.

I suddenly realized that the class was very quiet, but now it was the end of class, how could it suddenly become quiet?

Looking at the emaciated head teacher again, a strange fear suddenly welled up in my heart.

A male teacher who wears glasses, has a somewhat sallow face, and looks very thin, can make the classmates afraid of being like this? It's definitely not ordinary, it's much more majestic than any female teacher.

I put down the pen in my hand and turned my head to look at the class flower at the same table, who didn't say anything, just turned his head and didn't look at me.

It is estimated that she also wants to stay out of the matter, and does not want to get too involved in my affairs, especially in front of the head teacher, and she dare not show it.

"Okay teacher, I'll go over now."

I cleaned up my things on the table and ran briskly towards the head teacher.

When I got close to him, I smelled it again, something fishy, stinky, not strong, very light.

At that time, the smell on the female teacher was fragrant and sweet.

Is the difference between the two flavors because men and women are different? Or is it because of what they are exposed to?

I don't know why I think this way, but now I can't stop my head from thinking about it.

When I was in the classroom, I was wary of most of the people in the class, inexplicably wary.

I also observed the teachers who entered the classroom very carefully, and I wrote down every detail on my body.

I don't understand why I did this, as a student, I feel suspicious all day long.

Actually, the most strange thing for me is that I, a person who was fired for fighting, has a special sense of familiarity with the questions on the blackboard.

If it is said that it is only after the teacher's explanation that I understand it, it will be, and it is nothing.

But I was just before the female teacher gave a lecture, and she just said a question, and I knew the answer immediately, and there were even multiple solutions flashing in my head.

It's very wrong, as if I've seen and written about these questions.

Clamping the scarlet textbook in my hand, I quickly ran to the door of the classroom and said hello to the head teacher standing at the door.