Chapter 73

Both severed hands were extremely poorly drawn.

The five fingers were of the same size and length, with circles representing nails. Even kindergarten kids could draw better than this.

Bai Yan compared carefully and found that next to the severed hand on the left, a big red cross was drawn on the number ‘6’, which was obviously a wrong answer. But Teacher Zhang did not correct the number next to the ‘6’, so it was possible to redraw the picture and ask him to do it again.

The lights in the classroom were very bright, which made Bai Yan feel uncomfortable.

After looking at it for a long time in an overly bright place, his eyes were a little blurry, and there was even a thin layer of mist on his eyeballs, which tended to condense into tears.

Bai Yan rubbed his eyes, and his vision became more and more blurred.

It seems that he has used his mobile phone a lot recently, and his eyesight has declined again.

Feeling that Teacher Zhang was getting more and more impatient, he simply put his face close to the blackboard and got close to the picture to check it inch by inch.

Under close observation, he really found something.

On the nail of each finger, on the right side of the circle representing the nail, there is an arrow that cannot be any smaller.

Because the circle is drawn irregularly, part of it is out of the finger, and you really can't see the arrow without looking carefully.

When Bai Yan saw the arrow, he immediately understood that the question was indeed about how many fingers there were.

Old man Zhang was indeed insidious.

He glanced at Teacher Zhang, and the corners of the teacher's mouth were getting lower and lower, as if he was very dissatisfied with his slow answer.

But looking backwards, you can see that the corners of Teacher Zhang's mouth were clearly grinning to his ears, and he was very happy that he could kill another person so quickly.

Now that he knew the answer, Bai Yan certainly couldn't let Teacher Zhang be happy.

Even if he was a ghost, he couldn't bear to see others happy because of him.

So, he got the result in one second. They found a total of 8 broken hands, each with 5 fingers, and multiplied them together to have a total of 40 fingers.

However, one of the broken hands had no little finger, so one finger had to be subtracted, so the answer was 39.

The numbers and characters in the two worlds are completely different, but since the App didn't teach them this knowledge, it means that it doesn't matter what you fill in.

Bai Yan filled in 39 next to the severed hand. Seeing this answer, Teacher Zhang stood aside gloomily, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Not bad, go down." Teacher Zhang said in a rough voice, looking vicious.

Bai Yan put down the red pen, blew the chalk foam on his hand, turned around and went down naturally.

Bai Yan answered the question correctly. No matter how reluctant Teacher Zhang was, he had to let him go and started to click the next player to answer the question.

"The man in black clothes, how many feet are there in the classroom?"

The man in black shirt slowly walked up to the podium and wrote a 9 on the blackboard with a gloomy face.

"The boy with red hair, you come up and answer, how many eyeballs are there in the classroom?"

Tom took the chalk and wrote a 7 with great relief. Fortunately, the Eastern players also used the same set of numbers. If it was still full of Eastern customs like the beans, he would not live.

Three people answered the questions correctly in a row. Teacher Zhang's mouth was very wide, and he looked very satisfied on the surface.

But the players knew that this old ghost was going to explode.

After finishing the insincere praise, Teacher Zhang picked up a tattered textbook, turned a page, and said with a sinister smile: "We have reviewed all the questions from yesterday. Now we start to learn a new lesson. Students, turn to page 58 of the textbook. Today we will learn a new question type."

What, there is still a lesson?

Bai Yan was startled, and his hands quickly turned out a math textbook on the desk. He turned to page 58, which was full of ghostly scribbles. He couldn't understand a word.

Each player occupied a desk, so everyone searched in their own desk hole, trying to find the math textbook.

Soon, including Liu Xiyu, most of the players opened the textbook and pretended to "study".

Seeing that a player couldn't find the textbook for a long time, Teacher Zhang pulled his face and backhanded another piece of chalk, passing it through the cheek of this player.

Hiss——How painful it must be.

The player covered his face and dared not speak. The other players felt pain for him, but they just glanced at him and retracted their gaze, concentrating on "studying" the textbook.

While "studying", Bai Yan glanced at Liu Xiyu, who looked confused in front of the textbook, with a wrinkled face, as if thinking hard about the questions on it.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yan suspected that this girl might be a math scum in reality, otherwise she would not be so afraid of the math teacher and even take math classes in her dreams.

During Teacher Zhang's lecture, Liu Xiyu was drowsy and anxious because she couldn't understand the class.

However, Bai Yan didn't want to pay attention to Liu Xiyu now, because as Teacher Zhang lectured, a lot of blood foam spurted out of his mouth. Soon, a rolling sea of ​​blood gushed out of his mouth and swept the entire classroom in an instant!

"Oh my god, what happened? This old man is even lecturing and making water come out?"

"Once the difficulty is set to a dead end, it's all over. Damn, could it be some brain-dead grandson who triggered the dead end?"

The blood covered the classroom, rising up along everyone's trouser legs, and soon rose to the knees.

This blood was very strange, not only rising very fast, but also sticky.

Once it touched everyone, they were fixed to the ground and couldn't move.

Seeing that they couldn't escape, the players were anxious. However, Teacher Zhang was still "lecturing" on the textbook, and the more he talked, the more blood he spurted out.

The players began to whisper, discussing whether to protest together and ask Teacher Zhang to stop talking.

"Let's make trouble together and ask him to stop talking, otherwise everyone will be drowned!" The middle-aged woman said anxiously: "The law does not punish the masses, he can't kill so many people at the same time, right?"

"What a bad idea you came up with, the law does not punish the masses, but you can kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, who is the chicken, you?" The man in black said disdainfully: "If you are the first to speak, I will support you!"

The middle-aged woman was speechless, but still unwilling to say: "But we can't do nothing, right? Isn't waiting to die?"

"We may not die." Ye Shangyu suddenly said: "Look at Liu Xiyu."

Everyone turned to look at Liu Xiyu. The girl fell asleep on the table at some point, and seemed to have given up listening to mathematics that she would never learn.

Because Liu Xiyu was lying on the table, the blood was about to swallow her up.

"Let's not call Teacher Zhang, let's wake up Liu Xiyu first, if she dies we have to die too!"

Teacher Zhang was still devoted to the lecture, turning a deaf ear to the chatter of the students below.

Maybe he thought this group of players were dead, so he didn't care, but the players didn't dare to bet on this, and their voices were still very low.

During the discussion, someone called out in a low voice, they called Liu Xiyu's name in a low voice, but Liu Xiyu was sleeping soundly and had no intention of waking up.

Seeing this, the players' voices gradually became higher, but they still didn't dare to speak loudly.

Seeing that Liu Xiyu was sleeping like a corpse, the man in black grabbed a book and smashed it hard on her back.

The book hit Liu Xiyu's back hard and slid to the ground. Liu Xiyu was still sleeping soundly.

Seeing that the man in black was still trying to smash the wall, Bai Yan said, "Liu Xiyu has already said that she can't feel pain in her dreams, and she probably has no sense of touch either. It's useless for you to smash the wall, so save your energy."

"What should we do? Do we really need to wake up the old ghost?" The man in black originally disagreed with the strike, but now he was anxious: "If it doesn't work, just do it. We can't just wait to die!"

"It's too late!"

Ye Shangyu shook her head and pointed to the ceiling.

Just as the players were arguing, the ceiling began to rain blood as if a sprinkler had been turned on.

When the players noticed it, the blood column was already very thick, and countless blood gushed down from the ceiling, quickly drowning Liu Xiyu.

The player closest to Liu Xiyu couldn't pull her up, so there was really no hope.

"...Oh my god, she, she is like this?" Tom's face turned pale: "Are we going to die too?"

Ye Shangyu opened the app and shook his head and said: "She is not dead yet, our mission has not failed, maybe this is just a game plot, and she will not die even if she is drowned in blood."

After these words came out, the players calmed down and were not so panicked.

There have been such posts on the forum, but they were playing the difficult difficulty for the first time, and they didn't think about it for a while.

Seeing that Liu Xiyu had been soaking in the blood for a long time and the game had not failed, they were more convinced of this guess.

So, the players were no longer anxious and let the blood water flood over their heads.

Soon, the blood water touched the ceiling.

Bai Yan closed his eyes and felt something floating in the blood water, touching his face from time to time.

In the blood water, everyone couldn't open their eyes and didn't dare to breathe.

When everyone was about to collapse, the chattering teacher Zhang finally shut up. So, the blood that spread to the ceiling quickly fell back, and everyone opened their eyes and was surprised to find that they were very clean, without any trace of blood stains.

"This is a dream..."

Bai Yan sighed, and turned to look down at the ground.

The ground was clean and there was no blood stain. Because of the blood, the props originally placed on the table were scattered all over the floor.

He counted quickly, and his face gradually became strange.

If he counted correctly, there seemed to be more school tools on the ground?

Without his reminder, others also found something wrong.

Everyone cursed inwardly, and while Teacher Zhang finished the class and turned his back to write on the blackboard, they immediately scattered and looked for the extra "school tools" again.

Ye Shangyu sighed, and ventured to go around the podium again, and found a few "school tools".

She carefully brought the school tools over, put them on the table with other people's harvest, and sorted them out.

After they finished counting the number of new learning tools, Teacher Zhang turned around and said with a gloomy face: "Did you understand what I just said?... No one said anything, which means you all understood.

Okay! I'll ask you to stand up and answer the questions. If you can't answer, stand outside!"

After Teacher Zhang made a harsh remark, he scanned the classroom and soon found Liu Xiyu who was still sleeping.

He smiled sinisterly and said in a thunderous voice: "Liu Xiyu, stand up and answer my question! How many people died in this classroom?"