A Dreamy Night for Teacher Slaughter

But that was far from the end.

The lower-class person had not only beaten him, but had also reached out and started rummaging through his clothes.

"Upper-class people should all be carrying two tickets," Teacher Slaughter heard the one with the particularly hard fists say.

Then he felt the other person's hand rummaging through his pockets. At last, they took something.

What a disgrace! What a disgrace!

Teacher Slaughter's eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted from rage.

He struggled to make a sound, but all he heard was the person above him saying, "You're so noisy."

Then he felt two more heavy blows land on his head.

Teacher Slaughter drifted peacefully off to sleep.

But just before he fell unconscious, he suddenly thought he recognized the person's voice from somewhere.

For some reason, he found that familiar voice terrifying.

Even after he passed out, the terrifying voice kept echoing in his mind.

Teacher Slaughter had a nightmare. In it, he got his wish and became the host for the second and third stages of the variety show. He stood on a magnificent stage, hosting the program with fiery enthusiasm.

Strangely, he realized his microphone wasn't making a sound.

He looked down at the microphone in his hand in confusion, only to see something horrifying.

At some point, a mouth had grown on the microphone, opening and closing as it said—

"You're so noisy." "You're so noisy."

Teacher Slaughter was so frightened that he flung the microphone away. But when he turned around, he saw the audience below staring blankly at him, their mouths opening and closing as they made the same sound as the microphone.

"You're so noisy." "You're so noisy."

Teacher Slaughter was terrified out of his wits. He wanted to call for help, but he didn't know