Meng Zhi stood outside the crowd, coughed lightly when he heard this, and was very open-minded: "If someone in our class wants this quota comes to tell me, I will arrange it." ”

The students in Meng Zhi's class stiffly turned their heads to look at her, and quickly withdrew their gaze and pretended not to hear.

The inch-headed man didn't care, he held a wad of paper in his hand and asked in the crowd, "Who is Zhong Sirang?" ”

Zhong Sirang, who was standing next to the book, raised his eyes, and the breath around him was a little cold.

I wanted to come over to see the excitement, but I didn't expect to be cue.

"I am."

The inch-headed man sighed, and then said in a loud voice: "Brother, you are in the top three of your grades these two times, you have to work hard to win the award, we will protect you when the time comes." ”

Everyone's eyes moved to Zhong Sirang, and a player took a step forward: "If you don't agree, we all have to finish playing, I advise you to think about it." ”

As soon as this remark came out, many people echoed the trend: "Yes, this is all for everyone, you must not drop the chain!" ”

In the crowd, you and I have started to kidnap morality, even if some players do not approve of this behavior, they can only be silent.

Because they can't get the freshman award, they really will die.

Zhong Sirang smiled lightly, and slowly spoke under the expectation of everyone: "How to do it is my business, and you don't have to make decisions for me." ”

Then he slowly flattened the corners of his mouth, took a step back, and turned to leave.

And not long after he left, the player's gathering place suddenly changed!

"Ahhh A male player sits on the ground with tears and snot streaming down his face, and his arm is cut off by another player and falls to the ground, spilling blood all over the floor.

"Help! Help me! His face was distorted in pain, but none of the people around him dared to step forward.

The player's face was red and his eyes glinted with greed, and saliva slid from the corners of his mouth to the ground. He was momentarily awake, but soon fell into a craving for food.

The poor player with the broken arm struggled to get up and staggered and ran, but he couldn't avoid the mutant player.

Whichever way he runs, the onlookers disperse as quickly as if they were hiding from evil spirits.

"It's scary, is that player crazy?"

"Let's run!"

"Stay away from me! Don't think I don't know you're trying to murder me! ”

Some players are overly afraid and don't realize that it's a symptom of contamination, just when it's a fight between players.

"Don't you see the red marks on their faces? Is this assimilated? ”

A strong man with a tattoo patted his developed biceps when he heard this: "Everyone has this thing, I see that as soon as this red line crawls all over the face, we will all become monsters." ”

When they thought of the consequences of the red lines crawling all over their faces, everyone's hearts were terrified.

"Scattered, let's find a way to solve this matter together." The inch-headed man's face was ugly, he was lost face today, and there was such a mistake at the meeting he presided over.

The next time he summoned the player, he would definitely not get such a response.

"This is obviously the player has turned into a monster, why don't you run quickly!" The inch-headed man didn't plan to stay longer, so he put down this sentence and walked towards the cafeteria.

There was something wrong with the food in the cafeteria, and he was going to check it out!

As for these uncooperative idiots - mutation or not, they deserve it.

The sparse crowd dispersed, some screaming and running away, some wary of each other, for fear that it was a monster who was walking with them.

"Don't leave me!" The man with the broken arm looked at the departing player in despair, closed his eyes, and his expression was determined, ready to die.

The mutant player wiped a handful of saliva, his eyes glazed, and the killing intent lingered around him: "Don't sleep well, you're not a good student, damn it!" ”

His sharp nails pierced the air and stabbed forward, only to be slammed down by a whip.

The mutant's fingers were neatly cut off and fell to the ground, he turned around in pain, and when he saw Meng Zhi, who was a teacher, he suddenly became honest, bowed his head and said "Hello, teacher".

Meng Zhi stared at him faintly: "You don't sleep well, you're not a good student, damn it." ”

She gave him this sentence as it was, and the killing intent in the mutant's eyes condensed into substance, and there were words in his mouth: "The teacher can kill ...... if he doesn't follow the rules."

"I'm obviously maintaining campus stability! You die! Die! ”

With his other hand, he took out a knife from his trouser pocket and stabbed Meng Zhi violently, and as soon as Meng Zhi slapped the whip, his movements stopped alive, and the skin on his body was still slashed.

The mutant looked at the non-stop bleeding in a daze, and his expression was in a trance: "Impossible, impossible, I obviously follow the teacher's rules." ”

Meng Zhi smiled very kindly: "Good boy, you have to beat the teacher." ”

The teachers in this high school are in a position of oppression and leadership for the students, and the teacher code can restrain the behavior of the teachers, but it is difficult to let the teachers die.

Schools are more biased towards teachers than students.

"The students of such a disrespectful teacher can't stay."

Meng Zhi's smile made the mutant's hair stand on end, and he shrank back, leaving bloody tears on his face: "I was wrong, don't kill me......"

Meng Zhi's hands rose and fell, and the mutant's head and body were separated, and blood flowed downhill.

The red lines on his face exploded, and human eyes grew out of his face and body, looking at the two men maliciously.

The moment he saw Meng Zhi, the malice in his eyes turned to anger, "Teacher Meng, you came out again." ”

Meng Zhi greeted him: "Principal Lin, you still came out to comfort the students so late." ”

He vigilantly manipulated the mutant's body to retreat, and in an instant, it turned into blood and slowly flowed into the sewers.

The player who fell to the ground struggled to get up, he was now embarrassed, and there was nothing to repay the person who was willing to save him, so he could only thank him with gratitude.

"If there's anything I can do to help you, please come to me!" Wan Hong bent down and said firmly.

Seeing that his consciousness was so high, Meng Zhi said with satisfaction: "The food in the canteen will increase pollution, you can go to the mall to buy food to eat, and support the credit." ”

Wan Hong was stunned, and he was even more grateful to Meng Zhi in his heart, the big guy was so good that he was willing to teach him the way to survive!

Meng Zhi personally pulled an order and hummed a little tune back to the teacher's apartment.

The next day, the person in charge of the cafeteria opened the door and poked his head in to see if Meng Zhi was there.

"Hey, what a coincidence, you've arrived too."

The devil's voice suddenly sounded, and the person in charge was frightened, he turned his head stiffly, and pulled out a smile: "Teacher Meng, good morning." ”

Meng Zhi responded politely: "Morning, you're okay." ”

After speaking, she stepped into the canteen like the owner of the canteen.

"Fifty meals first." Meng Zhi sat leisurely in his seat, his eyes fixed on the person in charge.

A drop of sweat slipped from the forehead of the person in charge, and then he nodded, not daring to say a trace of complaint: "Okay, Teacher Meng." ”

But then again, when will his flashlight be returned?!