Zheng Xun looked at the payment, and was almost amused, it turned out to be a female classmate in the same class.

Interestingly, when it comes to sending junk letters, this group of South Korean sisters is really courageous.

Directly indicate your identity, and what you play is a line that does not change your name, sits and does not change your surname.

Zheng Xun had no doubts about the authenticity of the name.

Sending junk mail in South Korea is often a matter of nomination between sister groups.

For example, in order to prove the same opinion, several good sisters will each belong to their real names, and then send spam letters to the same person.

Whether anonymous or under a pseudonym, that would be spurned by peers.

It can be seen that boxing in a group has become a trend.

Sure enough.

Zheng Xun turned out two more letters, both of which were blessings from female classmates.

"Toads deserve to eat swan meat? Senior Sister Kang Jae-hee is the first person in the kendo club! ”

"Jingya, respectfully!"

"Go back, you're not welcome!"

"Zhenrun, respectfully!"

He recalled it carefully, and he usually had no contact with these female classmates, so he couldn't offend them at all.

The reason why the female classmates in the class dare to be so arrogant in person.

It's all because there are so many people delivering the letter.

In addition, Zheng Xun never took action, so he threw the envelope without looking at it.

They thought Zheng Xun was weak and could be bullied.

In fact, Zheng Xun couldn't target them.

Not only the school officials were staring at him, but even the boys of the entire school were staring at him.

These female classmates.

But whoever has been wronged a little bit, pretends to be pitiful, and begs their Oba.

I'm afraid that the people who stand up to trouble him can line up a long street.

Roughly opened a few letters at random, basically curses and abuses, and there are different grades.

Picking and picking, a pale pink envelope suddenly fell out.

"Huh......?"

The letter, with its distinctive color, immediately caught his eye.

In the envelope full of black and white curses, this fresh pale pink envelope stands out.

Envelopes in this color generally indicate the sender's intentions.

Nine times out of ten, it's an even more evil curse.

In the spirit that lice are not afraid of mosquito bites, he wants to see these good sisters, and what tricks they will have.

Zheng Xun opened the envelope, and a faint scent of lavender came to his nose.

Pulled out the white letter paper and opened it, Juanxiu's notes, and wrote a line.

"I believe in you."

Zheng Xun was stunned, he didn't expect that there would be a braver little sister who would dare to take such a big risk to send this letter.

If this letter is seen by other students, it can be said that her campus life will be ruined like Zheng Xun, or even worse.

After all, girls want to be more face-saving, and once they hang up a name on their heads, their middle school career is basically over.

And sending such meaningless words doesn't play any practical role, pure self-moving.

Zheng Xun glanced at the payment.

"Lee Eun-sun."

Zheng Xun was stunned.

"Isn't this the squad leader......?"

I never thought that the person who delivered the letter would be her.

"She's going to die, and she dares to send this kind of letter." Zheng Xun fell into deep thought.

There was no mention of 'I love you, you love me' or anything like that, and it was hard to conclude that it was a love letter based on the pink envelope alone.

"Is it to be an excellent benchmark for the whole honor grade?" Zheng Xun felt that he had almost touched the answer.

Excellent benchmarks require classmates to score all A's, and only when they go out to compete can they be convincing.

Li Enshan has nothing to say about the grades, as for his character, he is passable, at least he has not publicly discriminated against international students, and everything is normal.

"If she wants to get a full A evaluation, it will be a little scheming to send this letter."

Zheng Xun didn't bother to think about it, maybe everyone died.

He scrutinized the contents of his desk, and there was little personal information involved.

The student ID diary is at home, and it is not safe to keep it at school.

As for the names on the textbook papers, throwing them here is not a big problem.

He put away all the envelopes and found a lighter.

Then he kicked over the desk, and the paper spilled all over the floor.

"Hmph..... Hmph, hum, hum ♫" Zheng Xun blew a small tune and swayed in the classroom.

"I hope Nanzhu, you, will be here obediently."

He grabbed the hair of a female zombie in front of him and pulled it over, checking the name tag in front of the school uniform.

"Park Min Shin."

Zheng Xun let go of it and continued to search the room.

This group of bold female classmates will be fun if they become zombies.

If you haven't turned into a zombie yet, it's even more fun.

"Lala...... Look what I found! Zheng Xun stood in front of a female zombie and ripped off its name tag, "It turned out to be Zhenrun's classmate." ”

The mutated 'Zhenrun' stood in place with his neck crooked.

There was a bloody bite mark on his neck, and blood soaked through the pure white school uniform shirt.

'Zhenrun' bent his knees slightly, his eyes glazed, and he completely ignored Zheng Xun in front of him.

"I'm in pretty good shape."

"It's just that I'm so young, but my heart is so dark."

"Let me see if it's really that dark."

Ying Ying shook it.

"It's not dark or not, I don't know."

"It's small."

"Then are you 'Zhenrun'?"

A moment later.

He wiped his fingers on 'Jeongrun''s school uniform.

Then he took out the garbage letter, crumpled it into a ball, blocked the bloody mouth of 'Zhenrun', and poured some gasoline on it.

"Looks like you're really moist."

Zheng Xun took out a lighter and lit the paper ball.

The flames ignited instantly, from the mouth of 'Zhenrun', gradually covering the entire face, up to the hair and clothes, completely turning into a flaming zombie.

Zheng Xun exited the classroom and let the flames spread in the classroom.

His classmates, 'classmates', fell silent in the sea of fire and slowly turned into charcoal.