Chapter 108

In the afternoon, the bell rang.

A bunch of little rascals sat in the classroom, with their hands behind their backs, very well behaved and obedient.

Five minutes had passed since the class started, and the classroom was silent. No one was absent. The classroom discipline could move any primary school teacher to tears, but Ning Xiuli had no reaction.

In her class, this was all taken for granted.

If you don't want to be beaten, you have to be honest and obedient.

Ning Xiuli had never been a teacher before, so naturally she didn't know how to be a teacher. Even if she knew, she didn't have the patience to teach these little rascals.

Seeing the lesson plan sent down from above, Ning Xiuli knew that this class should teach pinyin.

So, Ning Xiuli wrote the six vowels on the blackboard with an impatient look on her face, and read them again with a stern face.

After reading, she hit the blackboard twice with a pointer and said fiercely: "This is what we are going to learn today - Pinyin! You must copy each Pinyin in your notebook 100 times and hand it in after class. If you don't finish copying, you will not be allowed to eat at night until you finish copying!"

"100 times is a lot, how can I finish copying!"

"Woo... Mom, I want to go home!"

"The teacher read too fast, I didn't remember a single pronunciation! Hey, did you remember it? I'm so afraid that if I don't remember it, the teacher will beat me again!"

As soon as Ning Xiuli finished speaking, there was a murmur from below.

The students all lowered their voices, and their voices were extremely small. However, in the originally silent classroom, their discussion was still too obvious.

As a matter of course, Ning Xiuli took out the pointer at that time, and went down to whip several people hard, making them stand with whip marks on their bodies.

As soon as she punished, the murmurs in the classroom stopped immediately.

The children were all silent. Regardless of whether they remembered the pronunciation of the pinyin or not, they all took out their homework books and began to copy the pinyin on the blackboard with their tender little hands. No one dared to bargain with Ning Xiuli.

Copying the pinyin a hundred times is definitely not a lot for adults.

But for first-grade primary school students whose hands are still small and who can't hold a pen properly, this is simply equivalent to a harsh punishment.

With Ning Xiuli staring at them on the podium, all the students concentrated and copied the six pinyin on the blackboard without stopping.

However, even though they tried their best, they didn't finish copying until the end of get out of class.

Ning Xiuli played with her mobile phone, not in a hurry at all.

It can be said that she enjoyed the process of torturing these children who were powerless to resist.

It was not until five o'clock that some students finished copying, but a few students whose hands were sore from writing finished all the pinyin until after six o'clock.

At this time, most of the children had finished dinner. Helplessly, they had to drink a bellyful of water to make their stomachs less painful, and finally climbed into bed with an empty stomach.

It gets dark very early in the ‘special zone’. As soon as nine o’clock arrives, there is no light outside the school.

Through the window, you can only see a dark mass. The light seems to be blocked by the dark window. Only the lights in the dormitory emit a little warmth, which gives the children a little sense of security and prevents them from completely collapsing.

"Okay, you sleep here tonight, and you are not allowed to make any noise. Whoever dares to shout loudly, I will kill him. Remember it!"

Ning Xiuli made a harsh remark, and then locked the door of the dormitory, locking all 49 students in the dormitory.

Only when Ning Xiuli's "da da" footsteps went away did the children start to cry softly.

The small sobs became one, turning the dark dormitory into a mourning place.

Soon, a child started crying softly, "I'm so scared... woooo... I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home..."

Gradually, the children got tired of crying, and someone said in fear, "Teacher Ning punished two people to stand at noon today, why only one person came back, where did the other girl go? Did she go home?"

"She must be dead, she must have been killed and eaten by Teacher Ning! Teacher Ning is a ghost, otherwise she wouldn't be so fierce!"

A child who had read too many fairy tales choked up, and he described Ning Xiuli as a fierce ghost with green face and fangs in the story, and this guess was agreed by most children.

The children cried and chatted for a while, and gradually felt sleepy. Due to their age, six-year-old children need more sleep, so they cried and fell asleep with snot and tears.

Gradually, most people fell asleep, and Bai Yan also felt sleepy, but he still forced himself to cheer up, and he was still worried about the ghost behind the curtains.

At noon, Lin Miaomiao saw a ghost outside the window, which was definitely true.

Now it's late at night, and the ghost is likely to still be standing outside the window!

When Bai Yan thought about how dark the dormitory was, Ning Xiuli locked the door again, and how they were trapped in the crowded dormitory with no escape, and the ghost could come in at any time, he was so excited that he even got goose bumps.

Bai Yan tossed and turned in the quilt, and he couldn't sleep when he thought about a ghost standing outside the window.

But slowly, he was still sleepy.

Children are sleepy, and even he can't escape this natural law.

Bai Yan's eyelids were tightly closed, his iris-colored eyelashes drooped, occasionally trembling slightly, his brain was hazy, and he gradually fell into a half-asleep state.

Staying in this state, Bai Yan would fall asleep in a few minutes.

But when he was about to fall asleep, two conversations suddenly came from his right. The voices were very small, as small as whispering in his ear, but they still woke him up, making him suddenly wake up, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Bai Yan's eyelids lifted a crack, but quickly closed again.

He couldn't see anything in the dark, and it was useless to open his eyes. Besides, just because he couldn't see anything in the dark, it didn't mean that ghosts couldn't see.

For safety reasons, he still did not open his eyes, slowed down his breathing, pretended to be asleep, and raised his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two people on the right.

"I'm so hungry... I copied Pinyin too slowly. The teacher made me starve and didn't let me eat dinner. I'm so hungry..." a boy's voice said.

"Hehe, I haven't eaten anything either, but I have something to eat. Do you want some marshmallows?" Another boy's voice sounded.

"Marshmallows? I like them! You brought them from home, right? My parents sent me to school without bringing me anything. Your parents are so kind to you." The boy said enviously.

"Hehe, I have marshmallows. In fact, you also have marshmallows. You don't need to eat mine." The boy with a slightly weird voice said, "You can eat your own."

"You're talking nonsense. I don't have marshmallows. If I had, I wouldn't be hungry." The boy retorted dissatisfiedly: "If you don't want to share it with me, forget it, you stingy man!"

"Really? Don't lie to me..." The boy was doubtful, but he still stretched out his little hand in the dark and started to tie the cotton thread on the quilt.

The cotton thread used to sew the quilt on the quilt for primary school students is very long, so the boy used a few fingers to pull open a corner of the quilt, revealing the cotton inside.

The boy touched the soft cotton and recalled the appearance of the cotton. He felt that it was really like marshmallows, both of which were white.

However, the cotton seems not as sticky as marshmallows, nor does it smell as sweet.

However, he didn't eat well all day, and he didn't eat at all at night. The boy was so hungry that he felt dizzy and his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't sleep. He didn't care anymore. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a ball. Put cotton in your mouth——

"You lied! Cotton is not as delicious as marshmallows, it has no sweetness!"

The boy complained softly, but he still did not stop eating the cotton.

He was really hungry, and although the cotton tasted bland, it still tasted a bit sour and sticky to the teeth. However, the slightly strange taste of cotton is much better than the fly fried rice mixed with Shashi.

So, the boy gulped down a few more balls of cotton before he stopped. It seemed that his stomach ached less and he wanted to sleep.

However, as soon as he turned over, he heard the boy on the right say again: "Don't you want to eat it? What a pity, I also like to eat marshmallows the most! Otherwise, let's compete to see who eats it. More? The person who eats more wins, and the person who loses has to be a dog for a day!"

dog!

The boy immediately cheered up.

He had wanted to get a dog for a long time, but his parents wouldn't let him, so he could only secretly play with the dog outside, so he always felt dissatisfied.

When he entered the school, he didn't see any dogs in the school.

Now that someone was willing to be his dog, he almost jumped up with joy.

In the darkness, a cruel smile hung on his face, and the boy hurriedly whispered: "Okay, let's compete, I won't lose!"

After saying that, the boy used his hands together and began to dig out the cotton in the quilt. When he dug out a ball, he stuffed it into his mouth, which made his throat itchy.

With the boy's efforts, he soon ate so much cotton that his throat became so dry that he couldn't even swallow the saliva. He still insisted on swallowing the cotton, for fear that he would lose and be treated like a dog.

Slowly, there was no movement around the boy.

The boy's movements in digging cotton became slower and slower. He really couldn't eat anymore.

Moreover, the boy always felt weird in his stomach. After eating so much cotton, he should be full, but his stomach was still throbbing and painful, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I must have eaten too much cotton... No, I can't eat any more."

The boy ate another lump, and his stomach suddenly hurt even more.

So, he finally stopped eating cotton, but he didn't forget about the bet at this time.

He endured the pain and said intermittently: "I...I can't eat anymore...You, can you still eat?...Us, who among us wins..."

The boy asked twice in a row, but there was no sound from the right side.

For a long time, there was no sound on the right side, and the person he bet with seemed to have disappeared, which made the boy very angry. I feel that that person must have lost, wants to default on the debt, and refuses to be his dog!

The boy hated deadbeats the most, so he decided to force him to admit his debt, so he touched the right side with his little hand.

However, he only touched one wall and not half of the person.

"Strange, where has he gone?"

At this point, the boy's stomach hurt even more, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

After a long time, the boy gradually remembered that there was originally a wall on his right side, and there was no one sleeping on his right side.

So, who was it that he was talking to and making a bet with just now?