"The numbers changed. Zhuo Jun belongs to the majority."
Gao Ming neither joined the others in their anger nor stood aloof as though it had nothing to do with him. He watched everyone in the class.
After surviving a terrifying night, the students had reached a consensus: whether they were human or ghosts, they would work together to find the truth first.
But now the teacher had written those two numbers directly on the blackboard, constantly reminding everyone that there were ghosts among the students. That made Qian Junran's earlier attempt to rally their spirits seem laughable, because anyone, including Qian Junran himself, could be a ghost.
Ironically, the only person whose identity could now be established was Zhuo Jun.
If he said he was alive, then the vast majority of the class were alive, and the ghosts would have to keep pretending to be human. If he was a ghost, however, the situation in the classroom was grim. The humans might even have to disguise themselves as ghosts to survive.
Everyone had plenty of grievances against Zhuo Jun, yet he happened to belong to the majority. His interests aligned with those of most people in the class.
The bell rang, and the students who wanted to question Zhuo Jun had no choice but to suppress the urge and obey the classroom rules.
"Look at you, all slacking off. You're the worst class I've ever taught." The young female teacher slapped the desk hard. "I know you've all heard that you'll be going to Hanjiang for an event in a week. But let me tell you, if you don't behave well enough this week, I'll ask the principal to revoke your eligibility to attend!"
"An event in a week?" The students began whispering among themselves. Gao Ming watched the scene