Déjà vu emotions.

However, seeing from other people's faces, it is really uncomfortable.

The momentary silence in the classroom was oppressive.

Teacher Wu began to lecture with a high mind again, but his voice was much lower.

It's just that there are still a few boys and girls with good grades who are very interested in responding to the teacher's questions, and the class seems to be on the right track under their guidance.

Chu Xia also turned around and pretended to start studying seriously, she looked down at her homework book, and plucked tears of sympathy for the wind and rain that she was about to face after class at the back desk of her fellow scumbag.

But that girl is really too weird, silent, and has no friends - the only friend seems to be a girl named Bai Wei in the next class, but that girl is beautiful and has very good grades, but what about her, the poor grades are a mess, it is not an ordinary difference, but the collapse of the whole range of various subjects, and the average score is very terrible, which is a kind of existence that makes teachers very headaches, and even makes some students spurn, ultra-low scores. So everyone also wondered why Bai Wei made friends with her. The teachers of the two classes repeatedly asked the two of them not to leave together all the time, for fear that Bai Wei would be taken badly.

In other words, if there is an unpleasant penultimate in each class, this girl will not run.

However, no matter what, the teacher who was angry just now was too terrible, and Hatsu decided that he must hurry up and hand in his homework.

I began to think about what to do.

His eyes glanced at the top students in the front row.... I don't feel like I have any friendship with the top students.,It's hard to get it directly.,And stealing.,It's a little unkind.,Not to mention that stealing homework in the classroom is really an obvious goal.,She doesn't have that ability.,Look at the knife in the stationery box again.。

Her strange blood - since it is not clear what the situation is for the time being, it can't be eliminated, and it doesn't hurt or itch, but it has a little effect at the moment of crisis, so the unknown potential of the blood worm can be explored for the time being (she is also Lotte, and she won't think about whether such a sudden ability will have any side effects, how can she use it with peace of mind, in fact, when she later understands what is going on, she will not see the coffin and not cry - it will be a despair full of dead silence. But that's a story for another time. At that time, early summer, who had been inexplicably immune to some of the pain, was secretly using a knife to self-mutilate his hands. The blood beads on the wrist fell one after another, gradually more and more, and when the blood flowed on the table, those liquids suddenly began to twist and wriggle automatically like vitality, and the wriggling was particularly obvious, and finally you could clearly see the blood differentiating into countless insects and setting off in all directions - although every time she saw her blood become such a dense and terrible soft body crawler, she was still a little disgusted and like a man, but fortunately, she could get used to it more times, and she released a little blood, I was very satisfied to see my blood under the control of my consciousness and quickly march towards the top students.

Due to the small size of the insects, their quick movements, and their concealment in early summer, no one noticed that there was something unusual in the teacher.

Early Summer was cautious, like an experiment, she divided three batches of reptiles, the first batch, according to her idea, climbed to a certain student's homework book to peep, which was very successful, through the tiny eyes of the blood worms, early summer seemed to see the answer to the homework by herself. This discovery made her very happy - it seems that she doesn't have to worry about the exam in the future, maybe she can still peep at the handsome guy taking a shower or something (a certain leaf: shameless!). The insect can actually transmit what it sees to its own vision.

In the second batch, she controlled the insects to slowly swim into the human body, because thinking that the insects are made of blood, then the blood cells should easily penetrate into the bodies of others. The skin seems to have a certain degree of permeability, and no matter how bad her blood worms are, she can find a wound to get into. Her idea was perfectly realized, and a certain school bully who had never looked at her was drilled into by his own blood worms. The thrill of revenge arises spontaneously, and in early summer, the blood worm is controlled to wander in the internal organs of the school bully man, and the blood worm bites him like a prank. A certain man immediately frowned, his attention came down from the blackboard, and he began to cover his body and scream. So he was criticized by Lao Wu, and Lao Wu stopped lecturing again and began to rectify classroom discipline.

In the third batch, if blood worms can physically sneak into people's bodies, then according to the theory that thinking in physiology is actually brain bioelectricity and the supernatural setting of this novel, can blood worms also sneak into human consciousness? So in the early summer, she began to try to manipulate it again - this step is more difficult, but she has also found several ways, through the blood worm to stimulate certain nerve cells, produce the corresponding neurotransmitter and then trigger a series of chain reactions, can also stimulate certain areas of the brain that are in charge of certain joys, sorrows, or memories and the like, to make others react the way they want, and also, she found the soul, her blood worm seems to be able to temporarily suppress the soul of the original owner and make the blood worm's mind, That is, her own thinking dominates and achieves the purpose of controlling other people's thinking, she experimented with controlling a man to throw a pencil at the teacher-

It's good, this man who used to provoke himself successfully angered the teacher and was punished.

After studying back and forth like this, the boring math class, the early summer was also full of interest and no sleep, she began to experiment with the use of blood worms in math class, and gradually she felt that even if she used her blood worms to dominate the world, it was not impossible! Thinking of this, Chu Xia smiled unkindly.

The shoulder was suddenly patted, and the frightened early summer woke up from the dream of dominating the world in an instant, and thought that someone had discovered her previous small movements, and she was afraid that she would be sent to the National Academy of Sciences to dissect and study Yunyun, and turned around, it turned out that her sad back table was passing her a small note - her back table has always been unkind, how did she suddenly learn to wear a small note for herself.

"What are you doing, Zhang Ji, I'm scared to death."

"You just took a knife and were you hurting yourself?" At the back table, when Zhang embedded the note, he lowered his voice and whispered: "Don't be nervous, many people in this class are self-harming - I know you hate it as much as I do, such an unfree, depressing school is like a cage that cannot be escaped, we are in it, and we are slaughtered by others." ”

"Well, are you saying that we have fourteen classes a day, and there is no end to the sea of questions, and the teacher's various pits make you feel very embarrassed? Isn't it normal to go through this as a student? Chu Xia said thoughtlessly, took the note and began to consol: "The little girl wants to open a little, although you are good at drawing, but painting is very risky, it is better to ..... at ease"

Before the early summer finished speaking, Zhang Ji was very angry and snatched the note to herself, her mouth was tight, she didn't speak, she didn't look like she was speculative for more than half a sentence, and the cold light in her eyes made the early summer who had seen the world very uncomfortable.

She actually wanted to tell her that if you had gone through the bumpy experience of dealing with all kinds of ghosts and gods in my mortal body for more than ten years, you would be thankful that you would not be so unpredictable.

Happiness is comparative, isn't it? At least for now, early summer's immersion in newfound abilities blossoms.

But I vaguely heard the whisper at the back table: "Let's all die, you all die, and I will die too....."