Chapter 335: Volume 1, Chapter 335: Strange Comic (5)

The whole teaching building was silent, like a ghost building; the students who had just finished evening self-study disappeared without a trace in this short time.

Jiang Zhi walked to the stairwell, gripping her phone tightly, and as the screen dimmed, she quickly pressed it to light up again.

But this phone was too old, its buttons unresponsive, needing several presses to work.

She kept pressing the phone buttons, slowly walking down the stairs.

"Shh… shsh…"

Her footsteps seemed mixed with some strange sound.

Like the cold scales of a poisonous snake scraping against the wall.

Jiang Zhi quickly stopped and listened carefully to the nearby movements.

But when she stopped, that eerie sound also ceased, as if deliberately pausing to avoid being detected by her.

Jiang Zhi trembled helplessly, her eye sockets slightly red, the urge to cry welling up; she struggled to suppress it and quickened her steps.

But that sound grew closer, as if circling above her head.

Jiang Zhi missed a step, her body pitching forward as if she had hit something; she didn't fall all the way to the ground, but ended up sitting slumped on the floor.

Her thick glasses clattered to the ground somewhere, unknown where; her vision darkened and blurred, she could see nothing clearly.

The feeling of impending death grew stronger.

"Pat… pat…"

It was the sound of tears hitting the ground; tears at the corners of her eyes fell like broken pearls, her misty eyes cried red, her lips rose-colored like a red rose, tightly pursed pitifully, her body trembled as she curled in the corner, sobbing.

"Give me… a quick death, okay?"

Her voice trembled slightly from fear, as if she wanted to bargain with the ghost.

"Heh." A low, soft laugh fell upon her head.

Then came a glimmer of light, the beam from a flashlight.

Jiang Zhi couldn't see the person holding the flashlight, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She tentatively asked, "Who… are you?"

He shone the flashlight on his own face, revealing a sickly pallid visage; lifting her gaze, she made out his features.

It was an androgynously beautiful face, hard to tell male or female.

His eyes were narrow and slightly upturned, with deep sockets, and his skin was deathly pale, adding a heart‑racing beauty; in the dark night, it flowed like a specter's strange charm.

The boy looked young, but his face, as perfect as a game model, made her heart race.

He gave a gentle smile, handed her the glasses that had fallen to the ground, and said, "Teacher, don't be afraid."

Jiang Zhi roughly wiped the wet tears from her face, took the glasses from his hand, her voice trembling from crying: "Thank you… Wen Chijin."

She put the glasses back on, looking at the light beam from his flashlight, and felt a slight sense of safety.

"Wen Chijin, you haven't left yet?"

Wen Chijin held the flashlight and walked ahead, lighting her path, answering her question truthfully: "I like walking alone."

Jiang Zhi's gaze was drawn involuntarily to his hand holding the flashlight; she noticed his skin was whiter than a girl's, with clear indigo‑blue veins visible beneath the sleeves, especially eye‑catching.

"Walking alone, aren't you afraid?"

She blurted out the question.

Wen Chijin stopped, turned his head to glance at her; his crow‑black, dense lashes were long enough to shade the expression in his eyes, his lids lifted slightly like butterfly wings.

The boy possessed a transcendent, entrancing beauty beyond gender.

Like a fairy‑tale sleeping beauty who has slumbered for a thousand years.

"Why are you afraid?"

The flashlight's beam swayed slightly with his movements, casting the corridor railing's shadow that flickered on the wall.

Jiang Zhi swallowed, moved closer to him, and vaguely explained: "I'm afraid of the dark; walking alone makes me scared."

Wen Chijin's lips curled slightly in a faint smile: "From now on, during evening self‑study, I can accompany the teacher when leaving."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi eagerly asked, "Really?"

Wen Chijin lowered his eyes: "Yes, teacher."

Jiang Zhi's face showed unrestrained excitement and joy: "Thank you, Wen Chijin."

They walked out of the teaching building; Jiang Zhi originally intended to part ways there.

Wen Chijin said, "Let me see you to the dormitory."

This stretch of road had no light at all, pitch black, making one's senses extremely uncomfortable.

Moved, Jiang Zhi agreed, "Thank you!"

Until they reached the bottom of the teacher's dormitory building, Wen Chijin stopped, placing the flashlight in her hand.

The black‑haired boy put on the hood from his school uniform, hands in his pockets, walking backward as he said, "Goodbye, teacher."

After two steps he turned and vanished into the night.

Jiang Zhi's tears welled in her eye sockets; overwhelmed with emotion, she clutched the flashlight to her chest and said, "He's really good."

He's completely a kind little angel.

"【.】 Comic System couldn't be bothered to deal with her."

She returned to the dormitory where a dozen or so people lived.

The atmosphere was stagnant and cold.

Jiang Zhi also had no acquaintances; she hurriedly washed up, lay on the bed, and prepared to sleep.

Under the bed, a few teachers whispered, discussing her.

"She actually didn't die?"

Really not dead!

How come she didn't die? The students in class (4) are all demons; she should have died.

The teachers who went to teach in class (4) ahead are all dead; only she didn't die.

Too strange.

Strange.

Jiang Zhi: What the hell is strange!

She covered her ears, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Today she was overly exhausted, and soon fell asleep.

Early morning.

She woke up to the vibration of an old-style phone, opened her tired eyes, threw off the blanket, and got dressed.

She slept at 1 a. m. and got up at 7 a. m.; who can bear that?

She'll die suddenly sooner or later.

She had no classes in the morning.

She sat in the office, yawned all morning, and took the opportunity to slack off, resting her chin for a bit.

She didn't dare sleep openly, mainly because that bald principal idles all day, constantly patrolling the office doorway.

If any teacher is caught sleeping, they'll be fired on the spot.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all delivered as boxed meals to the office.

One meat dish and one vegetable, still considered decent.

When afternoon came and it was her time to teach.

Jiang Zhi clung to her teaching materials as she went upstairs to the classroom.

Just as she stepped out of the hallway, she saw a red-haired person using a rope to strangle a teacher, hanging him from the fifth-floor corridor railing.

He was a big-bellied male teacher, weighing over three hundred pounds, but the red-haired person had great strength, effortlessly gripping the rope; that dark red short hair shone especially in the sunlight, his handsome, fierce side profile bore a hint of cold, harsh aura, his mouth split wide, revealing a nervous, mad smile.

Shout, call out for Daddy!

Jiang Zhi, seeing this, wished she could turn and run.

But.

【Trigger manga plot option: ①Step forward to stop him and say: Are you crazy? This is your teacher! ②Rush over and say: Let him go! Let me do it! ③Pretend not to see, return to classroom.】

【Note: Choosing option ③ will lead the ending toward tragedy.】

Jiang Zhi understood: 'You want me to die.'