One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The school doctor changed the boy's dressing, but the boy didn't respond to the fact that there were two more people in the school doctor's room, as if he didn't see them.

Ling Qiong leaned against the desk, looking at the boy's ankle.

That injury doesn't look like a sprain, it's more like being crushed by something, and the bones can be seen.

With such an injury, the school doctor opened his eyes and said it was a sprain?

Liar! !

The school doctor acted quickly, and quickly changed the medicine. He patted the boy on the shoulder, "I have a guest today, so go back to the classroom first."

Only then did the boy look up at Ling Qiong and Cen Qiye.

The dull eyes swept across calmly, and finally lowered his head, got up and left.

The school doctor closed the door and immediately put on a flattering smile, "Do you two have anything else to ask?"

Ling Qiong laughed along with him: "Has anything horrible happened in this school?"

"It's appalling..." the school doctor repeated, "No, no, it's just an ordinary school, what appalling things can happen."

"Really?"

The school doctor felt that the little girl in front of her was smiling very frighteningly.

He swallowed, and said uncertainly: "...I only heard that people died in the boys' dormitory building, but this was all before I came to work here, I don't know the details."

"Who died?"

"Dorm teacher."

Ling Qiong raised her eyebrows, "How did you die?"

"Jump...jump off a building." The school doctor hesitated: "I don't know, I just heard about it."

"nothing else?"

The school doctor shook his head.

"Okay, I will come to you again." Lingqiong said with a smile: "Don't run around, I will be angry if I can't find you."

School doctor: "!!!"

The school doctor smiled stiffly, and personally sent Ling Qiong and Cen Qiye out.

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When Ling Qiong went to the bottom of the teaching building, she saw the grade list posted on the bulletin board.

At this time, there are students and there are players. The players stood together in groups, and most of the students were solitary, with few companions, and even if they were companions, they didn't have much communication.

They stood in front of the grade list, staring numbly at the names on it.

Ling Qiong was ranked in the middle, neither high nor low.

The first place is a student named 'Ruixiang'.

Lingqiong had a little impression of this name, it was the player she saw this morning.

The players obviously already knew that the player named Ruixiang was dead, and they were discussing in whispers.

"She's number one..."

"Will the first one die?"

"Not necessarily, it may be that she messed with other things in the dormitory."

"I always feel that yesterday's exam was not that simple. Did you die based on the results?"

"Then the second one is me?"

The second-ranked boy stared at the leaderboard.

"Don't scare yourself, you haven't figured out what's going on yet."

"that is……"

Jingle Bell--

The class bell rang.

The students surrounding the leaderboard went upstairs one after another and returned to their classrooms.

Ling Qiong walked into the classroom slowly, and the players were still discussing the leaderboard.

A fresh-faced teacher came in at the door of the classroom, his expression looked similar to that of the students, he was a little dull, he numbly asked everyone to take out the books, and started to talk directly regardless of classroom discipline.

The players saw that the teacher didn't ask for anything strange. Some players were either thinking or passing notes to the people next to them.

Ling Qiong sat in the corner, not participating in the players' affairs, propping her chin to look at the blackboard, as if she was listening intently.

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The teacher in the morning was all about boring mathematics. When school was about to end, the teacher suddenly began to call names and asked the students whose names were called to stay in class.

Only a few people left the classroom.

"Why were they detained?"

"Didn't attend the class..." A player said: "I saw what the teacher wrote in the notebook and thought it wasn't right, so I pretended to be attending the class."

"Me too……"

It doesn't matter if you listen or not.

What matters is attitude.

Although the other players did not make a sound, they have been passing notes to discuss.

In yesterday's evening self-study, the young teacher turned a blind eye to them passing the note, so some players felt that as long as they didn't make a sound, they were safe.

After all, they are not really students.

Ling Qiong passed by the player, went downstairs in a few steps, and went to the cafeteria to eat first.

During the peak meal time, only one window is opened in the cafeteria, and the queue of students for lunch is very long.

But the line was eerily quiet, like a group of ghosts lining up.

Ling Qiong stood at the back of the line, and a few boys followed her silently behind her.

Ling Qiong turned her head to take a look, and found that behind her was the one who was giving medicine in the school infirmary before. She frowned and said hello softly: "Hello."

The boy looked at her with a straight face, without any response.

Lingqiong: "Do you remember me? We met in the school doctor's office. I think your injury seems to be serious, and you still cook by yourself?"

Boy: "..."

Lingqiong: "Which class are you in?"

Boy: "..."

Lingqiong didn't care whether the boy answered or not, and talked as if chatting with him.

The boy probably couldn't bear Ling Qiong's voice at last, and his pale lips parted: "You will die."

"Huh?" Lingqiong tilted her head: "Why?"

The boy raised his finger to the side of the cafeteria.

There is a line of words painted on the wall over there - eat without talking, sleep without talking.

"Will you die if you talk in the cafeteria?"

The boy withdrew his hand, as if acquiescing to what she said.

Ling Qiong didn't care at all, and continued: "I'm going to die anyway, so I'll ask you something again."

The boy looked away, as if he didn't want to talk to her.

Ling Qiong: "Do you know that a dormitory teacher died in the boys' dormitory?"

The boy frowned, and his eyes fell on her again, "Why are you asking this?"

Ling Qiong: "Curiosity."

"Don't be too curious here."

"You say I'm going to die, so what does that matter." Ling Qiong smiled obediently: "Tell me... If it's not convenient here, we can talk outside."

Boy: "..."

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Cen Qiye ate in the teacher's cafeteria. There were more than a dozen teachers here. These teachers could distinguish the players from the native teachers very well. Those with the same expression as the students were the original teachers.

Players and teachers are all sitting together.

Cen Qiye sat next door by the window.

A teacher called him: "Mr. Cen, do you have no class this morning?"

Cen Qiye didn't answer the teacher's words, and played with the fork with his cold fingers, which reflected the cold texture of metal on his hands.

The woman next to the teacher pulled him: "I think he's scary, so don't talk to him." If it weren't for the names of every teacher on the desk, they wouldn't know his name.

"Are there any players on the student side?"

"Yes, they are all in the same class."

"It's too difficult for students in other classes to make them foul. It's much easier if they are players...but we can't get into that class."

"This game is really disgusting."

As soon as they came this morning, they found that there was a task written on the blackboard in the office. Every day, a student must be forced to violate the school rules.

If they can't finish it, they have to take the punishment themselves instead of the students.