At this moment, Lin Yi felt a chilling air racing up his spine, stabbing straight into his brain like a drawn blade, then turning into countless streams of icy breath, bursting out crazily from the apical bone on the top of his head.
His limbs instantly stiffened, his mind went blank, and all the black and white threads in his thoughts disappeared, leaving only the face of his classmate.
When that classmate turned his face towards him, Lin Yi heeded the head teacher's warning and did not let his gaze wander to observe him at all.
But even though Lin Yi's eyes were firmly fixed on the legs of the desk in front of him, the field of vision and imaging capabilities of the human eye still presented the classmate's face in a relatively complete way.
It was a dull and young face, covered with a thick layer of greasy substance, as if a layer of white wax had been smeared onto the face after being blurred.
