The dormitory building's corridor was neither long nor short. Ji Zhe was dragged into a room without a number by the student council members.
Unlike all the dormitories he had lived in before, this one was very large, with blood-red walls and floors, and it had beds separated by mosquito nets.
Approaching the mosquito nets, Ji Zhe took a peek inside.
Students in school uniforms lay on the beds, deeply asleep. Their skin was loose, their faces were all wrinkled, and age spots covered their skin. The whole dormitory reeked of the elderly.
"Is this a student dorm or a hospice care facility?" Ji Zhe felt a chill just by looking.
"They are the bricks and stones that make up this school. Without their sacrifices, there would be none of the rules that exist in the school today," the armband-wearing student council member pushed Ji Zhe and said, "Get moving."
