Chapter 341: Volume 1 Chapter 341: Weird Comic (11)

He didn't know how he had gotten here, holding a flashlight in his hand; the light did not shine directly on her face but fell on the railing in front of her.

"Come over." Wen Chijin stretched out his arm toward her; the faint light spread across his brows and eyes, lessening the gloom a bit.

Jiang Zhi did not hesitate, grabbed his hand, and using his strength stepped over the railing and landed safely on the corridor floor.

But because she had been standing too long, her legs were sore and weak; before she could stand, she involuntarily stumbled into the black-haired boy's embrace, and a refreshing soapberry scent from him washed over her.

Wen Chijin instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist; she was so slender and soft that his chin brushed her loose, smooth black hair, giving a slight itch.

He realized this, and instead of letting go, he tightened his hold, embracing her tightly, deeply inhaling her unique scent.

Jiang Zhi hadn't reacted yet, soothing her sore legs in his embrace; when she regained clarity, the boy had already released her and stood beside her with his usual expression.

"Thank you, Wen classmate." She expressed her thanks.

Wen Chijin lowered his head, the brim of his hoodie shadowing his face, and said: "I'll take you to a safe place."

Jiang Zhi nodded and followed behind him.

Along the way she discovered that the entire teaching building was deathly silent; the students who had been hunting teachers were all gone, and she didn't encounter a single one.

She was somewhat surprised, and it showed on her face.

Wen Chijin answered her question: "They all went to the teachers' dormitory building."

Jiang Zhi felt alarmed; it seemed she wouldn't be able to return to the dormitory building tonight.

They arrived at a storage room on the third floor, long abandoned, with furniture and floor covered in a thick layer of dust.

Wen Chijin quickly cleared a spot, pointed his flashlight toward the door, and said: "You sleep; I'll keep watch."

Jiang Zhi heard this and quickly shook her head: "No need; I couldn't sleep tonight anyway, you go sleep and I'll take the watch."

Wen Chijin leaned against the desk piled in the corner, his sleeve-covered fingers propping his chin, elbows on the table, head tilted; the flashlight illuminated the faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Their target is the teachers, not me."

This pose was too against the rules; in the half-light, his exquisitely handsome face looked like a specter, and just one glance threatened to ensnare her heart.

His ink-black disheveled hair framed eyes that flashed with an alluring, gorgeous brilliance, giving a feeling of lingering, tender affection.

Jiang Zhi couldn't bear it, hastily averted her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said: "Then that's fine."

She sat on the cleaned spot.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wen Chijin lifted his leg to sit by the door; from that angle he could see Jiang Zhi's hair scattered on the floor like a waterfall of black silk.

She almost fell asleep the moment she closed her eyes, her posture shifting from sitting to lying down.

It seemed she trusted him greatly.

…

Meanwhile, in the classroom on the fifth-floor hallway side that she had avoided, students' corpses piled up like a hill, and thick blood flowed along the floor out the door crack.

All the students Wen Chijin said had gone to the teachers' dormitory building died here.

Even the cleaning auntie who had seen big scenes was startled when she saw this.

She walked over trembling, dragging out each corpse one by one, muttering.

"Cleaning up trash…… cleaning up trash……"

…

Jiang Zhi, who had slept until seven, was awakened by her phone vibrating.

Jiang Zhi blearily opened her eyes and felt around for her glasses.

When she slept last night, she had taken off her glasses before sleeping and placed them beside her.

After searching for a while without success, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, wanting to get close to the floor to look carefully, and in her blurred vision a blurry face suddenly appeared.

The black-haired boy half-kneeling before her personally placed the glasses before her eyes.

Her vision gradually cleared, and that strikingly impactful face appeared before her.

Wen Chijin was very close; his lake-like eyes were deep and dark, locking straight onto her gaze, the aggression within seeming to solidify, tightly enveloping her.

Jiang Zhi froze for a moment, then stepped back a few paces.

Every cell in her body shouted unease, wanting to stay away from the dangerous boy before her.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" In an instant, the boy's expression returned to normal as he asked, puzzled.

Jiang Zhi had just woken up, thinking she might have misseen due to her muddled mind; she shook her head, stood up, and picked up the constantly vibrating phone to answer.

"Professor Jiang, today's monthly exam—why haven't you returned to the office to pick up the test papers this late?"

Jiang Zhi glanced at the time; it was half past seven, approaching eight.

The exam starts at eight.

She quickly responded, hung up, and prepared to go to the office.

Wen Chijin smiled and said: "Teacher, you don't need to worry about me; I'll go to the classroom."

Jiang Zhi thanked him and hurried away.

She arrived at the office.

Inside, a dozen or so teachers were missing, but many remained, staring at her tigerishly.

The monthly exam is in the morning; results will come out in the afternoon, but then another hunt will begin.

Having experienced last night's hunt, Jiang Zhi, with good adaptability, calmed herself, ignored the teachers' gazes, and carried the exam papers to the fourth floor.

Yu Shian unexpectedly stood at the classroom doorway; upon seeing her, he turned and entered the classroom.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said: "He must be worried about me, so he's waiting here for me."

【Oh.】

Jiang Zhi had grown accustomed to the Comic System's aloofness.

She walked into the classroom, surprised to find that several students were missing from the class.

She looked at the student roster, and the number of students listed there had also decreased.

Are they all dead? How did they die?

Shouldn't last night have been the teachers fleeing a massacre? How could there be student deaths?

She quickly put those thoughts aside, thinking about her deal with Wen Chijin.

The monthly exam began.

Only the three subjects of math, physics, and chemistry were tested.

The morning's time just ended like that.

Regardless of whether they had written or not, when the time came Jiang Zhi began collecting the papers.

After collecting all the students' papers, her path was once again blocked by Jiang Jize.

Jiang Zhi had something to do and wanted to go around him to leave.

The blond-haired boy grabbed her wrist and said with a smile, "I can help you."

Jiang Zhi pretended not to understand his meaning: "No thanks, Jiang classmate."

Jiang Jize's smoky-gray, translucent pupils reflected her silhouette; he lifted his fingertip slightly, hooking her chin, and continued, "You know what I mean—here, only I can protect you."

Before Jiang Zhi could speak, a red-haired boy raised a saber to Jiang Jize's throat, his voice full of hostility.

Hey, you good-for-nothing, get lost, old man!

Jiang Jize didn't budge, gave him a gloomy glance; the deep affection and gentleness on his face seemed to be drained away, leaving only icy killing intent.

"She's mine, redhead."

Cheng Xiao seemed to have heard a huge joke, let out a cold laugh, then swiftly raised his arm, about to chop off his neck.

Jiang Jize quickly dodged and became entangled in a fight with him.

A punch-to-the-flesh brawl, fierce and crazy.