I play the horror world as a development game!

Time for activities during class always passes quickly. When the bell for class rings, Qin Nuo has already picked up the textbook and got up and left the office.

In the corridor, Qin Nuo happened to meet Qiu Tong again. She seemed to have not had a good sleep and her face was haggard.

Qin Nuo greeted her, Qiu Tong just smiled and nodded without saying a word.

"Is it because of the voyeurism yesterday? Tsk, I feel embarrassed when I think about it. How should I explain it?"

"No, I play Liang Zisu. Why do you need to explain? He is a voyeur, and the embarrassing thing is him, not me."

Thinking of this, Qin Nuo felt it didn't matter and turned around and left.

When we arrived in Class 1, Grade 6, there was no sound of reciting textbooks before class, only noisy playful sounds.

Qin Nuo calmed down his mood, coughed twice, held the thermos and knocked on the door twice.

In the classroom, it suddenly became quiet and countless eyes came through.

They were terrifying faces, some were pale and bloodless, some were swollen, their eyes were protruding, and some were pitch black.

Coupled with the dim and gloomy atmosphere in the classroom, the terrifying scenes are rendered to the extreme.

Qin Nuo always thought that his heart was strong enough, but at this moment, he was still subconsciously panicked by so many eyes.

"Why are all the students in this class so scary? With such comparison, the children in Class 3 are so cute and likable."

Qin Nuo thought to himself, wondering why their eyes were weird just knocking on the door?

"Teacher, you are so amazing today. You knocked on the door first when you entered. You were not like this before." A girl with black blood in her eyes said with her head tilted.

Qin Nuo was ashamed. As soon as he entered the door, he made a mistake in playing.

"I knocked on the door just to calm the students. After all, it's class time, so it's time to put away your fun." Qin Nuo said.

"Players are wrong in playing roles, deducting 2% of their roles!"

“??”

Qin Nuo was full of doubts, is there anything wrong with this sentence?

When he arrived at the podium, Qin Nuo found that the table was filled with gift boxes of various sizes, arranged together, with a smile on it, without a mark, and all of them were blessings to Teacher Liang.

"What is this?" Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows and picked up one of the gift boxes.

"Teacher, we heard that you have been sick for two days, and everyone has prepared some small gifts for you as blessings." A student sitting in the front row said with a smile.

"Is that so? The students are considerate, and the teacher is very moved." Qin Nuo said with a smile, looking at these exquisitely packaged paper boxes, he felt a little suspicious.

The teachers in the past all said that the students in Class 1 are very naughty and will they care about the teachers so kindly?

Maybe there is a fraud.

Of course, it may be because I have been overthinking.

In those videos of open classes last night, Liang Zisu and the students often interacted in class, having a happy relationship with each other, and had a very good teacher-student relationship and no bad behavior.

Perhaps Liang Zisu is an exception, and the students in Class 1 may even tease other teachers.

As Qin Nuo thought, the game prompt sounded again in his mind: "Ding, the player failed to play a role, and 1% of the playing degree was deducted!"

"Why did you prompt the performance failed? What steps did you do wrong?"

Qin Nuo was a little confused.

"Teacher, do you want to open the gift box now? That's all we have prepared for a long time." A boy with a rotten face spoke, looking at Qin Nuo with anticipation.

Qin Nuo blinked and spoke with a little caution: "Let's finish the class first. After two days of course, I have to hurry up and catch up with the course progress of other classes."

"good!"

The whole class seemed very obedient, but the smiles and those terrifying faces were lacking innocence, and some were just creepy.

Qin Nuo unscrewed the thermos, took a sip, then took down his glasses, wiped the frame with a thin towel before putting it on his face.

These are some of Liang Zisu’s little habits before the lecture. Qin Nuo had already rehearsed the place with a lot of soul last night.

Then he held the book in one hand and the chalk tip in the other, and began to continue from the progress he had been taught in the last class.

What surprised Qin Nuo was that after talking for more than ten minutes, the students in the class were very well-behaved and were all listening to the class seriously, not even a casual person.

It would be better to say that I was listening to the class carefully, just like I was staring at him, just like I had words written on Qin Nuo's face.

Whenever Qin Nuo lowered his head and looked at the textbook, a feeling of hairiness breeds in his heart, as if something terrifying appeared. But when he looked up, the students sat quietly in their seats.

Apart from staring at him, there was nothing strange about it.

"Teacher, why don't you talk? We are all listening carefully." A girl with two ponytails by the window said.

Qin Nuo said: "Since you are listening so seriously, I will set up a few questions and let a few classmates come up and see the results."

Turning around, Qin Nuo took the chalk head and slashed on the blackboard.

As I was writing, I felt a biting chill coming from behind, and it was in my ears, as if someone was breathing, and a warm current turned around in my ears.

Qin Nuo frowned, paused the movements in his hand, and continued to write again.

But the nerves are always tense, like an elderly lion, surrounded by a group of hyenas, exposing the back to them, and the feeling of anxiety continues to grow in the heart.

The movement in his hand stopped, and Qin Nuohu turned around, but he still saw the students who were well-behaved and upright sitting posture.

They didn't make a sound, tilted their heads a little, as if they didn't understand why Teacher Liang suddenly turned around halfway through writing.

The girl with a ponytail by the window asked, "Teacher Liang, what's wrong with you? Are you not cured yet? If you don't have to rest for two days, we will be very sad if you get tired!"

"I am the class monitor and can manage the discipline in the class well."

"I'm sorry, the teacher is fine, don't worry." Qin Nuo smiled at the female classmate of ponytails.

The other party did not respond, but instead pouted, and the corpse spots on his face appeared little by little, adding a bit of horror.

"Ding, the player fails to play a role, and 2% of the playing degree is deducted!"

"Failed again, why?"

"What did you say the wrong thing?"

Qin Nuo had a more headache. If he deducted it like this, he would end this role today.

Unexpectedly, Qin Nuo picked up the thermos cup and thought of drinking tea to calm down.

As soon as he unscrewed the lid, the blood-eyed ghost suddenly made a sound: "I put something in the tea, the third row of the third little ghost with teeth was put."

After saying that, he added: "Those little guys are completely different faces after you turn around."

The words of the Blood-Eyed Ghost made Qin Nuo look slightly dark.

The meaning of this sentence already means that his guess is wrong. These little guys have no good feelings for Liang Zisu, and this trick of playing tricks is no exception to him.

"What's the place?"

"Who knows, but after drinking it, you will definitely feel good." said the blood-eyed ghost.

Qin Nuo looked at the thermos and put it to his mouth. The students under the podium were flickering with strange lights. He stared at the scene tightly, and the corners of his dry and white mouth curled up little by little.

The thermos cup reached its mouth and suddenly tilted. All the tea inside was poured out and splashed on the floor. Soon, large areas of foam were evaporating and the cement on the surface was corroding little by little.

It is so toxic that it can be seen from the naked eye.

After drinking it, I don’t know if it’s good, but I must have left peacefully.

"Tsk, my hand slipped, but the tea doesn't look right?" Qin Nuo said, scanning the bottom of the podium.

The students didn't understand why, and asked, "Teacher, is your tea expired?"

"Maybe."

Qin Nuo spoke lightly, his eyes fell on the gift boxes, and he smiled: "Let's take a break first, the teacher suddenly wanted to see what kind of care gifts my dear classmates have given to the teacher."

As he said that, Qin Nuo picked up one of the blue gift boxes, with an elaborate butterfly tie on it, and the wishes on it were full of sincerity.

"Be healthy and prosperous, good luck and long love."

Qin Nuo was unmoved, tear off the label and opened the gift box.

The moment it opened, a shiny centipede suddenly popped out of the dark box, wrapped around Qin Nuo's hand.

The next second, the centipede bit his right wrist, and his pliers-like mouth, tear a hole, quickly drilled into the flesh and blood, wriggled under the skin, and crawled quickly.

Qin Nuo's eyelids twitched, and then he showed an expression of unbearable pain.

He leaned against the wall, his hands pressed against his throat, his mouth wide, his face was bloodshot and red, his eyes widened, and he stared at the podium.

There was a burst of cheerful cheers from the podium, waving his little fists, as if he had been waiting for this scene for a long time.

The girl with ponytails, who was originally well-behaved and sensible, was also regressing, her mouth was cracked, revealing her white teeth.

He waved his hand to Qin Nuo, who was dying: "Teacher, you are so delicious. You can even get hit with such a simple trap."

Qin Nuo's chest slumped, as if he hadn't lifted it up in his last breath, and fell to the ground without moving any more.

Under the podium, the cheers of the students became even louder.

A yellow-haired man in the front seat shouted for credit: "That gift box belongs to mine, the teacher I killed, don't bother me to compete for credit!"

"Teacher Liang is finally dead. Who will be the next one? I'm so looking forward to it."

"By the way, why is the teacher so easy to get caught this time? Are you usually very smart? Is his brain burned out?"

No matter how confused you are, all students are excited.

It seems that the most supreme and honorable thing in this class is to kill the teacher.

Laughing filled the entire class, the cheerful atmosphere drove away the weird atmosphere.

If you remove the people who fell on the podium, it would be like that.

But soon, the laughter gradually decreased. It was not because I was tired of laughing, but because I couldn't laugh anymore.

Many students looked at the podium with their eyes in shock, and they looked very funny.

I saw Qin Nuo stood up again on the podium, his hideous face that was dying on his face disappeared, and he let out a breath and murmured: "I feel a little dizzy."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and the black centipede emerged from the flesh and blood of his wrist, and fell on the table with a splash of blood.

After a few tosses, I stopped moving.

Qin Nuo picked up the centipede and smiled half-jokingly: "Although it is understandable and allowed to make a small joke."

"But you still make pranks while saying blessings, just like the surface and the back, and the teacher is a little unhappy."

With a snap!

Qin Nuo held his palm in vain, and the whole centipede was pinched in the palm of his hand. The green liquid splashed, and when he let go of his hand, it turned into a pile of residue.

The students in the audience were stunned.

Qin Nuo held the tabletop on the podium with both hands, looked at the many tender and weird faces with a smile, and asked, "Who is this gift box?"

No one speaks.

The class monitor by the window stood up, lowered his head, pursed his lips and said, "Teacher, we know we were wrong, we won't know next time."

"Actually, I blamed me. As the squad leader, I didn't come out to stop them as soon as possible. I have the greatest sin. If you want to punish me, just punish me!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes tightly, as if he was determined to accept punishment, but his small body was trembling slightly and he seemed very scared.

The other students looked at the class monitor and their expressions were quite touching.

Several students also stood up and took the initiative to take responsibility.

In an instant, it seemed that Qin Nuo became the unforgivable bad guy!

Qin Nuo looked at her, sighed, and said, "As the class monitor, you are very pleased that the teacher can realize something."

"You are so sensible, the teacher can't bear it."

The class monitor opened his eyes, blinked his eyelashes, and asked in surprise: "So, the teacher wants to forgive me and everyone?"

"No, the teacher sees you are so sincere in taking responsibility, so I will listen to you and punish you one."

As he said that, Qin Nuo took out a blood-stained chainsaw and pulled the clockwork. The whistling sound of the motor was like a wild horse crying. The iron teeth were rotating rapidly, and blood-red minced meat was hanging on it.

The students were stunned when they saw this chainsaw.

The squad leader's already bloodless face looked even pale.

Qin Nuo held the chainsaw and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, you know the teacher's temper. You are the one who is reluctant to take serious measures against your beloved students. Just a little punishment."

As he said that, he walked off the podium with a chainsaw.

Looking at the chainsaw approaching step by step, the squad leader's body was trembling now, and he took two steps back in a hurry.

She was originally full of responsibility, suddenly looked serious, pointed her hand at a seat, and said, "Teacher, I thought about it, and the person who did something wrong must bear the responsibility, otherwise I won't have to remember it next time."

"The one who put the bug was Tang Xiaolong, please look for him!"