After standing up, Chen Zhan keenly noticed that a familiar seat in front of him was still empty, which seemed very abrupt.

It was Luo's preferred seat, and there were stacks of books on her desk, and there were a lot of school supplies in her desk, but there was no white gas like the other seats.

Chen Zhan turned his head and glanced around.

Qin Zhe's seat was also empty, and for this reason, it was easy to think that his school supplies had been taken away, so that there was no white gas left in the classroom.

At this time, the zombified teacher Huang took out the chalk in the chalk box, poked it at the blackboard, and wrote the board book.

The stiff palm was very powerful, and a piece of chalk poked on the blackboard, and after a few strokes, it shattered into slag, so it had to be taken back and forth in the chalk box.

The handwriting on the blackboard is twisted and crooked, like a ghost drawing, and there is no discipline, which is completely incomprehensible to normal people.

She stopped writing, screaming from time to time in her throat, as if she was writing on the board as she usually did in class, and at the same time she was telling the topic she had written.

Everyone in the class sat up straight, and there was never a time when discipline was so good.

Chen Zhan was sleepy as soon as he listened to the class, no matter who taught the lesson, he beat his spirit.

I've heard that people have obsessions after their unjust death, and I've heard of ghosts asking for their lives and killing people indiscriminately, but I've never heard people still indulge in lectures after they die.

I don't understand why this zombie teacher is so obsessed with class, and what is the point of lecturing to people and foggy people.

Sure enough, people can't understand ghosts.

Time had been getting long, he had become accustomed to the scene in front of him, and his curiosity was fading.

The soul attached to Xiaoyu also boredly stirred the classmates sitting next to him with his hands, and the body composed of white mist was stirred by the soul attached to Xiaoyu, but it was still centered on the seat, condensed and not dispersed.

Chen Zhan leaned on the stool, looking at this white gas like cotton, and was letting the soul attached to the small fish knead it, and he didn't bother to care.

He just wanted to see what the zombie would do next, whether it would go to class until dawn, whether it would be out of class, what would happen after class, and when such a stable status quo would be broken.

At this time, Mr. Huang raised his hand and pointed downward.

A classmate who had turned into a white mist stood up, walked to the podium, and stretched out his hands.

The zombie teacher handed over half a piece of chalk, and the chalk passed through the palm of Bai Mist's classmate and fell to the ground.

She waved her hand at her classmate, who returned to her seat with her head bowed.

Then she pointed to Zhang Ziming.

Zhang Ziming's eyes were always closed, but as if he had seen it, he reacted immediately, he got up, pushed away the stool, and walked to the podium in a few steps.

I took the chalk handed over by the teacher and wrote skillfully on the blackboard, with strong and coherent lines.

After a while, a ghost drawing with a style highly similar to Mr. Huang's appeared on the blackboard.

There was no reaction in the class, it was still silent, but Chen Zhan felt very strange, Zhang Ziming was not a person made of fog, but a real living person, which was confirmed when he first came in.

But Zhang Ziming had no reason to understand the zombie's commands, and cooperated with the zombie to write on the blackboard.

After seeing what Zhang Ziming had written, the zombie next to him nodded his head and patted Zhang Ziming's back with a hand full of black gas, and a cloud of black gas attached to his body.

The appearance of zombies is ugly, and it is difficult to distinguish joy, anger and sorrow, but it can be seen through body language that it has the meaning of praise and encouragement.

It is true that Zhang Ziming studies weekdays, and it is true that he is liked by the teacher, but Teacher Huang has become a corpse.

Now the monster teacher also praises him? Could it be that he learned something from the ghost? Still I'm dazzled.

Chen Zhan rubbed his eyes, and then laughed at himself.

How wrong my ghost eye is.

Then he asked in his heart about the soul attached to Xiaoyu, but not only did he not see it, but the soul attached to Xiaoyu who had been observing around him couldn't understand what this lesson was about.

Chen Zhan questioned the spirit attached to Xiaoyu:

Are you a fake ghost?

The spirit possessed by the little fish gave him a roll of the eyes.

The class seems to have entered the answering session, and the zombie teacher continues to reach out and point to the other students to draw ghost talismans.

When Zhang Shan came to power, what Zhang Shan wrote seemed to make Mr. Huang very dissatisfied.

Teacher Huang directly picked up the wooden blackboard eraser and smashed it heavily on Zhang Shan's head.

Zhang Shan didn't say a word, and fell to the ground directly, and a little blood spilled on the ground.

Chen Zhan frowned.

If you can't draw a ghost talisman, you'll be beaten.,I don't know how this zombie teacher judges.,He didn't see how to draw this ghost talisman at all.。

The zombie teacher continued to point people, and his raised arm swiped in front of his classmates like a swinging pointer.

Chen Zhan held his breath.

The zombie teacher's finger was on Chen Zhan's body, and he pointed at the fat man slightly.

Chen Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

The fat man staggered forward, scratched his ears and cheeks and thought for a long time, and finally began to draw on the blackboard.

His arms move very much, and he looks at his back and moves like a fan waving a glow stick in a concert.

After a while, the messy lines filled the blackboard again, and he stopped.

After examining what the fat man had drawn, the zombie teacher patted the back of the fat man's head and pointed to the fallen blackboard eraser.

The fat man was still wearing the nightcap, and his eyes were covered by the zombie teacher's crooked slap at this time, but it still didn't affect him at all to pick up the bloodstained eraser, wipe the blackboard clean, and walk to his seat.

Before he could sit down, Chen Zhan stood up first, reached out and switched the stools of the two, and sat down in the position of the fat man.

The fat man with his eyes closed squeezed past Chen Zhan and sat in the original Chen Zhan's position.

In this way, the positions of the two people are swapped.

Chen Zhan casually took off the nightcap on the fat man's head and put it on his head, covering his face as much as possible.

The zombie teacher's pupils are dilated, he can't see people clearly, and he probably can't tell people apart, so he points people completely according to their location.

Now there is a fat man sitting in her place, and if she clicks on herself, the fat man will most likely go up again and draw that ghost drawing talisman for him.

The people in this room look stupid, and no one should expose them.

The zombie teacher raised his hand again, and sure enough, he crossed the position where Chen was and pointed at the fat man again.

Chen Zhan secretly rejoiced that the plan really worked.

But the fat man sat up straight, as if glued to a stool, and remained motionless.

The teacher's throat began to scream with anxiety.

Chen Zhan pretended to be okay on the side, looking around with his peripheral eyes.

At this moment, the fat man next to him turned sideways and faced Chen Zhan with a huge face with his eyes closed.

The first few rows of classmates who had turned into white mist turned their heads in unison, and their dull faces did not look at the fat man, but at Chen Zhan.

Then, all the students in the class moved, and every face in all directions faced Chen Zhan, all silently questioning him.

Chen Zhan smiled bitterly, it seems that the fat man didn't give him this face.

Isn't it just to draw a ghost drawing, really when I can't draw it?

At this time, in the midst of many strange faces, he stood up and walked up to the podium and took the chalk from the zombie teacher.