The Pinnacle of Chinese Horror

With the principal's angry rebuke, the entire opening ceremony seemed to have been struck by the King Crimson. The previous speech continued, and the troublemaking player seemed to have never been there. Even the dent left by the giant skeletal hand had vanished without a trace.

The only trace was that the second class's line was now shorter.

"This isn't just about one person being missing; it seems that the ghostly hand took a few with it. It looks like all the ghosts in this level are non-renewable resources... or at least non-renewable within a single level."

Feng Xue maintained her unwavering gaze, her mind racing with analysis, yet her expression remained unchanged. Judging from the previous events, this Ghost School likely possessed more than just ghosts and monsters capable of Combat Power.

If the player had been killed, or a horde of ghosts had pounced on him and devoured him, Feng Xue wouldn't have been surprised at all. But the current situation made him somewhat concerned.

Because he had no idea how the player disappeared.

In other words, this Ghost School may have become a source of Weird Tale or Phantom Object. Under such rules, it would be possible for a person to vanish into thin air without Feng Xue's knowledge.

Of course, it's also possible that the teleportation function of the Phantom Object that maintains this Supernatural Game is at work, but sending the player's corpse away by teleportation seems a bit unnecessary.

Surely this game can't be worried about ghosts messing up the player's corpse, right?

Immediately dismissing this speculation that conflicted with the overall tone of the game, Feng Xue glanced back and forth between the teams of the five classes in the second year of high school.

In this game, his once-proud Mirror of Clarity was completely down; it wasn't that he couldn't hear the voices of ghosts.

On the contrary, when Feng Xue activated his Mirror of Clarity, his ears were filled with all sorts of noise. To put it simply, it was like a combination of the wailing and howling from various ghost movies, making it almost impossible to hear anything except for the noise.

Forget about determining who said which sentence; the sheer volume of malice already overwhelms any basic thinking.

"We couldn't find any players, so we don't know if they're all dead or just hiding too well. But that's normal; after that guy's testimony, even if there are still survivors, they certainly wouldn't dare to mess around."

Feng Xue listened with great anxiety to the principal's "two more words," and finally followed her class back to the classroom.

Feng Xue quickly found her desk in the third row on the left among the three rows of five tables and walked over. At the same time, her deskmate also walked over slowly. She was an ordinary-looking high school girl with a ponytail.

Looking at the teacher who had written today's class schedule on the left side of the blackboard, Feng Xue, mindful of rules like "no whispering after the teacher enters the classroom," didn't dare to chat with her deskmate. She could only silently take out her <Mathematics 3> textbook and place it on her desk, waiting for the first class to begin. Unexpectedly, after writing the last stroke, the teacher turned around and said:

"Before class starts, let me tell you all that although tomorrow is Sunday, as is customary, we have a weekly test on the first Sunday of each semester. The content is still the same five subjects (Chinese Language, Math Liberal Arts Comprehensive, Science, and English), three in the morning and two in the afternoon. Everyone must prepare well, understand?"

Although the teacher didn't say anything threatening, Feng Xue's intuition clearly told her that failing the exam would definitely not be good.

"But isn't it a bit much to have a combined arts and sciences exam in the first semester of the second year of high school? I don't know if it's really a combined arts and sciences exam, or if it's just because there wasn't enough time, so they mixed the three arts and three sciences exams into two separate papers..."

Although Feng Xue was wondering to himself, he took out his textbook to preview the material, and then everything went black before his eyes, because he suddenly realized—

In the Zhonghua Family, exams never test content from textbooks.

Who doesn't rely on class notes for revision?

But where did he get those class notes?

In that instant, Feng Xue finally understood why the pinnacle of Chinese horror was the school campus.

Even without any other scary elements, the exam on the second day of school is already the biggest terror, okay?!

However, Feng Xue wasn't the only one moved by the teacher's words; even the other students couldn't help but groan. The teacher, however, glared at them and said:

"I told you all not to slack off on your studies during summer vacation, but all you do is go crazy and have fun. Now you're yelling here, what are you yelling about? Look at Liu Yuqian, did she yell?"

After saying that, the homeroom teacher walked out of the classroom without looking back, while the wails from inside the class grew even louder.

Feng Xue tilted her head slightly, looking at her deskmate, who seemed to be named Liu Yuqian. She thought to herself, "This teacher is paid to do things, he's got connections." On the surface, she maintained that innocent naiveté typical of school days, and awkwardly, unsure how to begin, said:

"Hey, deskmate, I just transferred schools. Could I borrow your notes from last semester to make a copy? It'll be quick, and it definitely won't interfere with your studying!"

As he spoke, he took out a coin and tried to put it in his deskmate's hand, but his deskmate very uprightly blocked his hand from putting the money in:

"Student Feng, I don't think money is everything, and the school shouldn't be so mercenary!"

"???" Feng Xue was truly shocked this time, because the ability of his coin was that "as long as the target psychological price is reached, a forced transaction can be made." In other words, no matter how high-minded you are, as long as you feel that the price is enough, you will inevitably make a transaction.

For example, even if Feng Xue is still being chased, as long as she feels that spending 500,000 yuan to go home with a beautiful woman is not a bad deal, she will still be influenced by the coin.

Even if Baihe Hua had no intention of betraying him at all, under the influence of that coin toss, didn't she still keep quiet and hide Feng Xue in the bathtub?

But this classmate refused the deal outright, which means there are only two possibilities—

1. My deskmate thinks his notes from last semester are more valuable than Feng Xue's coins (about 500,000 RMB).

2. My deskmate genuinely believes that the value of notes should not and cannot be measured in monetary terms.

"Could it be that this notebook is some kind of condition for clearing a level, which is why it's so valuable?"

Feng Xue was still speculating when she saw her deskmate open her School Bag, place a delicate notebook on the table, and push it towards her, saying in a serious tone:

There's Copy Room downstairs; you need to return it to me before school ends at noon!

"Good heavens, it's actually the second type?!"

Feng Xue stared at her deskmate in disbelief; her originally ordinary appearance seemed to have transformed into one of stunning beauty.

He was now increasingly certain that this school was definitely Weird Tale, since such a school that treated money like dirt was itself a Weird Tale!