In the dim classroom, a group of students who had long since died saw their teacher suddenly stand up and turned to look, their pale, dead-fish eyes all fixing on Jiang Chen by the window.
A cold, sinister atmosphere spread.
Behind Jiang Chen, the others noticed something too, and their hearts tightened.
Being targeted by so many ghosts at once was trouble!
Jiang Chen, however, was not flustered in the slightest. After a moment's thought, he suddenly strode to the doorway, coming face-to-face with the female teacher just as she opened the door.
Before she could speak, he seized the initiative. "Ms. Yang Qin, isn't this my period? What are you doing here?"
The female teacher froze, but before she could say anything,
Jiang Chen continued, "And why do I hear you've been telling everyone I'm sick?"
Even more puzzled now, Yang Qin took out a small notebook. The same person's name filled it in crooked black handwriting, though no one could make out what the name was.
At this, Jiang Chen understood why she was holding a severed finger. Every book and blackboard in this school was covered with a certain name written in black. Anyone wanting to write anything else could only use blood.
Sure enough, Yang Qin used the severed finger to write bright red words in the notebook: "Who are you?"
"I'm the PE teacher who joined our school this semester. Don't you recognize me, Ms. Yang?" As Jiang Chen spoke, he turned his head and muttered a couple of curses before adding mockingly, "Heh, fair enough. I've been here this long without teaching a single class. No wonder you don't recognize me."
Hearing this, Yang Qin paused, then understood.
So he was the PE teacher. That explained why she had never seen him.
Then she