Shoe prints still marked his school uniform. After regaining consciousness, Ji Zhe quickly found his place, standing at the very front of the class.
Seeing Ji Zhe step forward against the odds, Doctor Lu gave him a few extra looks, but noticed nothing unusual.
"Sorry for disturbing you. I didn't expect to knock down the wall in the middle of the Health Classroom." Before anyone could pin the blame on him, Ji Zhe admitted it himself, looking a little ashamed.
"You destroyed the windows, mirrors, and door?" Doctor Lu wondered whether he had overlooked something. He stared at Ji Zhe for quite a while, but still discovered nothing. "How did you do it?"
"Let my classmates leave, and I'll tell you." Ji Zhe signaled for everyone to stay away from him, looking as though he was about to communicate with the ghost behind him.
Doctor Lu had already been killed by Gao Ming. What hid inside his shell now was very likely Situ An's will. This devil, who would stop at nothing, had encountered people of every kind. He easily saw Ji Zhe for what he was: a reckless, vain, not particularly bright coward.
What puzzled him was why someone like Ji Zhe would suddenly become so brave.
Doctor Lu looked at the other students of Class Thirteen. Each harbored their own ulterior motives, and their attitudes toward Ji Zhe varied, yet once Ji Zhe finished speaking, everyone decisively backed away.
They cooperated completely, showing ample trust in Ji Zhe.
Doctor Lu's gaze finally settled on Zhuo Jun. He knew Zhuo Jun was on his side, but even Zhuo Jun was retreating now, fear spreading deep in his eyes.
The others did not matter, but if even Zhuo Jun, the Office Director of the Queen Investigation Office, sensed something frightening