Near noon, the five groups all prepared fragrant meals, and Zhou Xiaobing, who had decided to rely on bread to solve the lunch, couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the students and went to rub the lunch of a certain group.

After lunch was settled, everyone began to set up tents, and the resting place should be set up earlier, for this group of urban children, everything can be forgotten, except the sleeping place.

Some of the students moved quickly, and after setting up their tents, they immediately took out their drawing boards, picked a good spot, and began to sketch.

Even Xiaojie set up the drawing board, removed the portrait painting that had been on the drawing board, replaced it with a blank piece of paper, and prepared to start painting the surrounding scenes.

Some of the more lazy students have already taken refuge in the tent, ready to take a nap, so that the classmates with whom they have a better relationship will wake him up after an hour to get up and paint, and You Yu is one of them.

You Yu's grades in this class are considered to be low, but she is not worried about her grades, she knows that her family has money, even if she can't get into a good university, she can go directly to her father's company for an internship after graduation.

And she has a very powerful skill, that is, no matter how noisy the environment is, she can sleep, which is completely learned by sleeping too much in class.

After You Yu got into the tent, she took out the blindfold and put it on, and she leaned on the pillow, ready to sleep beautifully.

It's a pity that this time, her unique skills didn't work, she usually fell asleep all at once, but she couldn't sleep in this big mountain, no matter how she tossed and turned, posing in various comfortable positions, but she was very awake.

In the end, she finally accepted the reality, she couldn't sleep at noon today, so let's go out and paint with everyone!

You Yu walked out of the tent and found that everyone was painting very seriously, she couldn't help but blush, if someone was as lazy as herself, she wouldn't feel anything, but only she was lazy, how embarrassing the scene was!

She found that all her classmates were quiet, all facing the creek to paint, could it be that someone was modeling opposite?

But no matter how she looked, she couldn't see anything different on the other side, they were all trees, nothing special. It's too strange for these classmates to be themselves, all facing in one direction and with their backs to themselves.

This scene, the silence was a little weird, and You Yu opened his mouth to break the silent picture:

"Hey, what are you all drawing?"

The students who heard You Yu's shout put down the pens in their hands one after another, and they moved surprisingly in unison, and slowly turned around.

You Yu saw their faces clearly, they were all gray and white, there were blood and tears in the corners of their eyes, and they were smiling very strangely, approaching them like zombies.

"Ahh

You Yu screamed in despair, this group of monsters was not his classmates, they had already surrounded him.

You Yu broke out in a cold sweat and sat up from his sleep.

"What, it turned out to be a nightmare." You Yu patted his chest with a shocked expression.

I don't know why, it's obviously November now, and there will still be a little stuffiness in the tent, maybe the tent is not ventilated, You Yu thought like this, got up and walked out of the tent.

She stretched her waist, and sure enough, it was still comfortable outside, with the autumn breeze blowing, her skirt also swayed slightly, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort all over her body.

Well? What are the students drawing, so attentive.

You Yu took a closer look and saw that on the drawing paper of the squad leader Yuan Xingxing, there was a small person, and a piece of hair was drawn on the head of the villain with some simple lines, which should be a girl.

Yuan Xingxing seemed to be very attentive, and continued to draw a few strokes on the little girl's chest, although the drawing was very rough, You Yu still recognized that it was a small knife, which was inserted in the little girl's chest.

The whole painting seems to have been drawn by a primary school student who has never studied art, and I can't see the level that an art student should have.

You Yu wondered, Yuan Xingxing is the squad leader, how could he draw such a picture, and isn't he sketching now? How did she digress?

In the end, Yuan Xingxing wrote a name on the paper, not her own signature, but the word "You Yu".

Suddenly, You Yu became angry, she thought to herself, just draw me, what does it mean to draw a knife? Curse me?

You Yu pulled Yuan Xingxing's drawing board, slammed it to the ground angrily, and asked loudly, "What do you mean, Yuan Xingxing?" ”

Yuan Xingxing turned his head and said to You Yu with a smile:

"Of course, it's to record your death, don't you think it's interesting?"

You Yu looked at Yuan Xingxing's smiling appearance, and suddenly sank her face, she is the squad leader, she is a scumbag, she usually can't hit the side, she has never offended her, why does she curse herself so viciously?

The more You Yu thought about it, the more angry he became, and he reached out to pull Yuan Xingxing's hair, and he didn't know if You Yu had too much strength, so he took Yuan Xingxing's entire head off at once.

You Yu's brain was short-circuited in an instant, and he was completely frozen in place.

How could the person who had been talking to him a moment ago suddenly separated his body? A moment later, You Yuhan's hair stood on top and screamed.

You Yu's loud screams attracted more people's side glances, and all the people who were still painting turned their heads one after another, and You Yu saw that they were like the nightmare he had just had, with blood and tears in the corners of his eyes, and he walked towards him with the steps of zombies.

What's going on here? A nightmare come true? You Yu's face was full of panic and she wanted to run away from the group of monsters, but she found that her legs were trembling unwillingly.

At this time, Zhou Xiaobing walked out from the back of the tent, You Yu saw her normal face, and was full of excitement, finally someone was normal.

Her legs and feet no longer trembled, and she ran towards Zhou Xiaobing with all her might, shouting loudly: "Sister Zhou, save me!" ”

Those zombie-like students didn't continue to chase, they stopped one after another, and You Yu didn't care to think about why, so he hurriedly threw himself into Zhou Xiaobing's arms, choking non-stop.

She was completely frightened, I don't know why, the classmates who talked and laughed with her at noon would become like this?

Suddenly, You Yu felt a tingling pain in her chest, she found that a knife had sunk into her chest, raised her head in surprise, and asked puzzledly: "Sister Zhou, ...... you?"

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it, the woman holding me was my homeroom teacher, it was clearly a female ghost with a distorted face, it stretched its tongue, and it smiled extremely proudly.

You Yu turned his head again, looking at the group of terrifying "classmates" behind him who were pointing at him, and finally lost consciousness completely.

At this time, the other students were immersed in sketching.

"Jingle bell!"

The mobile phone next to Cao Xianbao, who was concentrating on painting, rang, he put down the paintbrush in his hand, pressed the alarm clock, threw the phone aside and said to himself:

"It's been an hour, it's time to wake her up, or she'll have to hand in a blank sheet of paper on Monday."

Cao Xianbao got up and got into You Yu's tent, pushed You Yu and shouted, "Get up, it's all a little." ”

You Yu let him push and shove, but there was no response.

"Sleep like a dead pig, tell me who else but me can indulge in your virtue." Cao Xianbao continued to push You Yu, and kept complaining in his mouth.

After pushing for a while, it seemed that something was wrong, and under such a push, even a comatose person should have some reaction, but why was You Yu as indifferent as a dead man?

Dead person? Thinking of this, Cao Xianbao looked at You Yu who was lying motionless in the tent, his Adam's apple rolled, a drop of cold sweat broke out on his face, and he reached out slightly and put his hand under You Yu's nose.

No breath, You Yu is dead?

Cao Xianbao subconsciously distanced himself from her corpse, he had never touched a corpse since he was a child, and now there was a corpse in front of him, or his classmate, as if he was frightened.

I have to call someone, yes, now I have to call Sister Zhou, he subconsciously comforted himself:

"I just found out that she was dead, and her death had nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, he hurriedly got up, intending to call someone.