The classroom was somewhat cold.
Lin Baici touched the back of his hand, and the blood was warm, real blood. He rolled up his sleeve, saw no wound, but the blood was flowing.
He also lifted his shirt to look at his belly, where likewise blood was streaming.
"Is this my blood?"
With his phone broken, Lin Baici couldn't use the front-facing camera to observe his face, but from touch and feel, it was as if his cheeks were washed in blood.
Drip, drip!
Blood soaked Lin Baici's clothes and some dripped onto the floor.
The rules contamination had begun.
Lin Baici immediately rushed to the nearest desk to check the banana placed on it, and out of caution, he didn't touch the banana.
The banana bore several cuts, some small, some large, revealing the flesh within.
"There must be invisible wounds on my body that are continuously bleeding. If I stitch up these cuts on the banana, that should stop the bleeding."
Lin Baici reasoned.
