At Yiyang Middle School, there were many rules that could not be broken.
No one ever stopped to think about why these rules existed. Yi Yue Zhuo was no exception. These rules were so commonplace that they had become fully integrated into each of their lives.
Just as no one questioned why one plus one equaled two, or why day and night alternated, the students of Yiyang Middle School never questioned the various rules that existed within the school.
After repeatedly confirming that she had entered her own classroom, Yi Yue Zhuo went to her seat and took her textbook out from the desk drawer.
Throughout the process, she kept her eyes straight ahead, focusing all her attention on the textbook before her.
—During morning self-study, students were not allowed to look around, much less attempt to count the number of students in the class.
As an outstanding student, she undoubtedly did well in this regard.
During morning self-study, they were not permitted to make any sound. They could read their textbooks silently or try to do their homework, so it was relatively flexible in that respect.
Rubbing her slightly weary eyes from her poor sleep, Yi Yue Zhuo looked at the textbook laid out on her desk and began reciting silently in her heart.
(In the deepest kiln caverns dwells a thing of terror.)
(It is utterly strange, beyond the sight of the eyes.)
(In the cursed land, thoughts of death gain new life and grotesque flesh.)
(Those bodies have no heads, yet wicked thoughts dwell within them...)
On what should have been a lively morning, not a single sound could be heard throughout the school. The place was terrifyingly silent. From the classrooms came only the soft rustling of turning pages.
No one thought anything was wrong. Everything