At this moment, only two weeks remained until the end of the final exams. Lin Zheng sat in the classroom, blankly looking at the four remaining stupefied classmates around him, and felt a wave of helplessness rise in his heart.
Whether it was death or disappearance, they should not have remained without any reaction. Even if they had forgotten, when I brought it up, they should have taken note of it. Even if they didn't, did they not have any logical thinking? The name of their teacher was clearly written in the textbooks, yet they would shake their heads stupidly, saying they didn't recognize it.
Lin Zheng was somewhat angry.
Why has it come to this? There's no smoke without fire. Could it be, like Ao Kangcheng said, that this is the result of my deal with the demon, these people disappearing is the price I pay for repetitively achieving victory?
