"Classmate, I'll give you this head, and I'll borrow yours!" The ghost then reached out to grab the head of the terrified, screaming girl.
In the classroom, a rain of blood fell from the sky again. No one knew how the student ghost managed to do it, but suddenly, he really did pull off the girl's head and placed it on his own neck.
A puff of black smoke flashed across the neck, and a strangely beautiful head of a female student appeared on the male student ghost's neck.
The head swayed back and forth, making the same voice as the girl just now, a surprised sound: "I feel like I've really become smarter!"
This bizarre scene sent chills down Alexander's spine.
The student ghost swung the mismatched head, scanning the room with his gaze. The chosen ones avoided his gaze until it finally fell on Alexander.
Alexander was scared too! A fourteen or fifteen-year-old male middle school student, with the head of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old beautiful girl on his neck, staring at him, who wouldn't be terrified? Especially when the head had just been removed from someone else's body.
But Alexander knew that fear was useless, and he still had a trump card.
"Classmate!" Seeing the student ghost's smile, Alexander nodded right away: "I understand, you have a problem, right? You don't know the answer, do you?"
The student ghost didn't expect Alexander to guess the question and hesitated for a moment. Before the ghost could speak, Alexander patted the top student ghost next to him on the shoulder, as if he understood, and said:
"If you have a question you don't know how to answer, it's easy! Let me introduce you to my big brother, the strongest top student in our class! Just ask him any questions, and he'll help you out. Look at the one outside the window, and from now on, your parents won't have to worry about your studies!"
The student ghost was dumbfounded, watching the bespectacled top student ghost slowly raise his head, put down his pen, and turn around with his eyes full of confusion: "Do you have a question?"
"No! Absolutely not!" The student ghost shook his head frantically, as if he wanted to shake off the head he just put on, waving his hands while saying: "I have no questions. I just wanted to tell this classmate to study hard. How can you always look back during a self-study session?"
The top student ghost nodded, then looked at Alexander. All the chosen ones felt tense for Alexander. After all, this was a ghost! You keep taking advantage of him, and it would be strange if he didn't get angry.
However, to everyone's surprise, the top student ghost actually said: "If he has any questions later, just call me!"
"Alright!" Alexander quickly agreed.
His social skills were so powerful that they were out of this world! He didn't expect that a 20% affinity could make the top student ghost warn others for him. What if it was 50 or even 100% affinity?
Everyone else stared in amazement at this scene. Was this guy meeting his long-lost brother? No one had ever heard of encountering a ghostly relative in a horror world!
But if not a relative, why would he be so helpful? This was too much favoritism!
"Damn, why can't I have such an awesome deskmate?" A chosen one in a suit and tie muttered enviously not far away. However, as soon as he finished speaking, his deskmate handed him a notebook: "Classmate, can you explain this question to me?"
"This…" The man in the suit turned pale instantly.
It was also a quadratic equation, and it seemed a bit simpler.
Although they had returned all their school materials to the teachers, they had once studied these topics, and solving such a simple equation shouldn't be a problem for adults who could rely on their logic and memories.
Seeing the consequences of the girl who had tried to answer the question, the man in the suit dared not explain the problem. He awkwardly chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to do it either. Why don't you ask someone else?"
Upon hearing this, the man's desk mate's face changed, and his body emitted a surge of dark energy.
"Fool, you don't even know such a simple thing. What do you need this trashy brain for? Let me help you throw it away!" And with that, he extended his ghostly white claws.
Crack!
A head the size of a fist flew into the air and landed accurately in the trash can in the corner of the classroom.
Damn it!
There was no way out!
The faces of a group of Chosen Ones turned green.
Teaching a problem led to having one's head removed and replaced by another.
Not teaching a problem led to having one's head thrown into the trash. Why do you love learning so much?
Adding to the one who had his head bitten off at the beginning and the one who went to the bathroom and never returned, a total of five people had died.
There were only eight lessons and a lunch break in a day, and just after three lessons, five of the twenty Chosen Ones had already died.
Of the remaining fifteen, six or seven had missing limbs.
"Classmate!"
Another voice rang out, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw that Cain's face had lost all its color.
To his left, a petite female student with braided pigtails was handing over her notebook expectantly.
"I... I..."
The veteran who had lost both arms and even had his nose chewed off didn't know what to do, his face full of fear.
Ding-a-ling...
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
"Class is over!"
A cheer erupted in the classroom, and more than half of the ghost students, including the one with braided pigtails, ran out in an instant.
"Phew..."
Barely escaping with his life, Cain took deep, gasping breaths.
"Man, you're really lucky!"
"That was so close! I could see the ghostly aura on that female ghost. If it were a little later, she might have attacked you!"
Several Chosen Ones immediately gathered around, offering their congratulations.
Cain had indeed narrowly escaped death, and he couldn't help but feel grateful. "Bro, what did you encounter when you went out?" The first Chosen One to approach asked.
In such a precarious place, no one had the time to genuinely celebrate for someone else. They gathered around for a reason, and it wasn't as simple as marveling at Cain's good fortune.
It was already the third lesson, and the long time had naturally taken its toll on some people, as evidenced by one Chosen One's tightly clenched legs.
Mentioning his experience during the break, Cain's face instantly turned pale, and his voice trembled, "Never go to the restroom, never!
Even if you have to wet your pants, don't think about going to the restroom."
Cain's terrified expression sent chills down everyone's spines.
"What on earth is in the restroom? Cain is a veteran, right? He wasn't even this scared when he was almost decapitated by his desk mate just now!"
"Four people went out and only two came back, both with missing arms or hands. It's obvious that there must be something even more terrifying in the restroom! I'm glad I went to the bathroom before I came here!"
"I'm glad my prostate is fine!"
"I'm glad I'm on my period!"
"I'm glad I was so scared that I already finished!"
...
The group was relieved that they hadn't gone out recklessly, and even the guy clenching his legs sat back down, gritting his teeth.
"Wait, have any of you seen that lucky guy?"
The lucky guy they referred to was naturally Alexander.
"He seemed to leave as soon as class ended. It looked like he couldn't hold it any longer and didn't hear Cain warning..."
Someone spoke up, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.
There was no top student ghost in the restroom. That lucky Chosen One was probably in big trouble now!