Chapter 368: How Many People Can a Hundred Years of Height Lie Down and Crush

Upper City 82% of the lamp seats lit up, the great artificial sunlight, passing through the tall campus trees, sprinkled onto the wide playground; the grand scene of the Martial Arts Joint Examination was dazzling.

The Platform/Ring was built in the center of the campus, surrounded by excited students.

Students from various universities wore colorful Martial Dao uniforms, their expressions tense yet excited, as if the air was filled with fighting spirit and the gunpowder smell of competition.

Various well-dressed big shots were invited to visit, and cameras surrounded them like long spears and short cannons.

There were also many students' parents around, and the Patrol Bureau and Patrol Bureau changed into plain clothes, blending into the crowd, all feeling the bustle of a festival celebration.

The entire No. 8 Middle School seemed to be shrouded in an enthusiastic, high-spirited, positive and upward atmosphere.

A depressing atmosphere permeated the Girls' Dormitory.

Xiao Juan's bed was empty, the quilt neatly folded, as if she had never slept here.

Zhang Liyou stood by the bed, her fingers slightly trembling as she stroked Xiao Juan's pillow, her heart chilling again and again.

"Where exactly did Xiao Juan go last night?"

Cui Cui sat on her own bed, brows tightly furrowed, a trace of unease in her tone.

Zhang Liyou did not answer; her peripheral vision glanced toward Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai was sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair, long hair like a waterfall, elegant with a kind of otherworldly temperament.

Her expression was calm, and even between her brows there was a trace of faint sorrow, as if she was also troubled by where Xiao Juan had gone.

"Yu Huai, do you think something happened to Xiao Juan, that she won't end up like Yazhi...?"

Cui Cui suddenly asked, her voice carrying a trace of trembling.

Feng Yuhuai put down the comb, turned around, her eyes carrying a trace of concern:

"We've searched the entire dormitory building; although we didn't find Xiao Juan, we also didn't find any bloodstains, so let's not scare ourselves; Xiao Juan might have had something happen at night and gone out, just didn't have time to tell us."

Feng Yuhuai tried to comfort Cui Cui, but the sorrow on Cui Cui's face did not diminish at all; she sighed helplessly:

"How about I go with you to ask the homeroom teacher?"

Zhang Liyou stood silently by Pang Bian; when the two went out, she also put on her shoes and followed them out.

1 quarter-hour later.

The homeroom teacher sat behind the Office Desk, hands clasped, knuckles white.

The homeroom teacher answered in a calm tone:

"I know; you don't need to worry; something happened at Xiao Juan's Jia Li, and she went home last night."

Zhang Liyou's pupils trembled violently, her lips pressed tightly into a pale line, her breathing seemingly stopped.

Memories of last night surged like a tide; she subconsciously pinched her Palm, the sharp pain reminding her she wasn't seeing ghosts.

Cui Cui usually acted like a silly daredevil, but now showed completely different delicacy and sensitivity; she shook her head:

"Impossible; I asked the dormitory auntie; she didn't get up to open the door last night; besides, I checked Xiao Juan's Yi Tou; she couldn't possibly go out in her Pajamas in the middle of the night, could she?"

The atmosphere in the Office suddenly became gloomy, the air seemingly frozen.

The homeroom teacher's face suddenly darkened, carrying an indescribable chill.

He coldly stared at Xiao Juan: "Do you think the teacher would lie to you?"

"I... I didn't mean that!"

Cui Cui couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling, as if she had mustered great courage:

"I'm just worried about Xiao Juan... after all, the killer who killed Yazhi might still be hiding in the school..."

"Enough!"

The homeroom teacher coldly shouted to interrupt Cui Cui, his tone unquestionable:

"The school will handle this matter; you don't need to ask more, nor spread rumors outside. Especially now, the school is holding the Martial Dao competition; absolutely no trouble can occur."

The homeroom teacher paused, then turned to look at Feng Yuhuai, his expression slightly easing as he instructed:

"Feng Yuhuai, since you've finally broken into the finals circle, you must seize every moment to prepare for battle; don't follow them in messing around; this is your rare opportunity; understand?"

Then, the homeroom teacher looked at the seemingly unconvinced Cui Cui and coldly snorted:

"And you; you were eliminated in the second round of this Martial Arts Exam; go back and focus on Cultivation; think less about nonsense; be careful not to be kicked out of the Martial Arts Key Class in the final exam."

Cui Cui's eyes widened, stubbornness and anger flashing in her eyes; she opened her mouth, about to retort.

Zhang Liyou behind her grabbed Cui Cui's Wrist and gently shook her head at her.

Cui Cui had a stifled feeling with nowhere to vent; she could only grit her Yachiguan and forcefully swallow back that retort.

She was unwilling but helplessly let Zhang Liyou pull her out of the Office.

Feng Yuhuai remained silent, her footsteps so light they were almost not heard.

She lowered her head; her long black hair like a curtain covered half her face, hiding her expression in shadows, indistinct.

She didn't interject or express a stance, just quietly followed behind the two, like a quiet Shadow, soundless.

When they were almost at the Stairs entrance, Feng Yuhuai slightly turned her head to look back.

She saw the homeroom teacher holding a thick Wenzijian, quickly walking out of the Office; his expression was somewhat hasty, brows slightly furrowed, as if thinking about something.

His steps were urgent; the Shoe Sole rubbed against the tiles, making a slight sound, especially piercing in the quiet corridor.

Feng Yuhuai watched his figure disappear behind the door of the neighboring Jiaoyu Director Office; the door was casually closed by him, making a muffled "click" sound.

Feng Yuhuai withdrew her gaze, slightly tilted her head; then, the corner of her Mouth Corner slowly curved into a faint arc.

The Jiaoyu Director Office's Chuang Hu were tightly closed; the Air Conditioning emitted a low hum; cold air mixed with the stale scent from the sandalwood Office Desk.

The homeroom teacher stood before the Office Desk and briefly reported the matter.

After listening, the Jiaoyu Director's face showed no ripple; he just slowly took off his Gold Silk Glasses.

His movement of taking off the Glasses was very slow; when the temple arm brushed past his sideburns, it made a slight friction sound, like a blade scraping over Bone.

"Another one,"

The Jiaoyu Director breathed on the lens; the velvet cloth dragged across the lens surface, making a sticky hissing sound,

"This is the fourth one in these two days, right."

The homeroom teacher's Adam's apple slid once: "What?"

The Jiaoyu Director coughed once, teaching, the Jiaoyu Director lightly coughed once, and his eyes behind the glasses lenses were like a deep pool shrouded in fog:

"It's nothing; my meaning is that you handled it appropriately. If any student comes asking later, just keep saying that."

The homeroom teacher nodded, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice even further: "The students are easy to handle, but as for the parents—"

"Just say they're being kept at school to prepare for the Martial Arts Joint Examination."

The Jiaoyu Director interrupted:

"A flimsy excuse doesn't matter. Anyway, just drag it out these two days until the Martial Arts Joint Examination ends smoothly." The homeroom teacher nodded understandingly, but still said with some worry:

The homeroom teacher understood, but still felt some worry, his voice almost inaudible:

"In that case, the missing students probably—"

The Jiaoyu Director raised a hand to stop him from continuing, stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the heavy curtains.

"Sunlight" poured in, but could not dispel the chill inside the room.

He gazed at the stele standing before the school building, engraved with the school's founding date.

Festive banners flapped in the wind, red silk striking the stele, the two gilded characters "No. 8 Middle School" shining brightly.

Only the stele's shadow stretched very long, as if a hundred years of height had lain down, silently covering the entire campus.

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