"No matter how unconventional Professor Yan's methods are, I believe his purpose is all for our own good," An Hao trusted Yan Ye.
"Yes, indeed. Behind his back, many people talk about him being an eccentric professor," Zhang Juan said.
"Enough of that. There's no need for us to speculate anymore. Tonight, we're going to have the class—the exhilarating dissection class," Gu Shuangshuang said with clenched fists.
At seven in the evening, the dissection class began as scheduled.
The students entered the first floor of the dissection building, which was eerily quiet, the only light coming from the dissection room.
Yan Ye stood inside the classroom, glanced at the students, and said with a faint smile, "How does it feel to have dissection class at night?"
"Creepy!"
"A bit scared."
"Feels spooky."
The answers were almost the same; everyone expressed the same thing: fear.
