Strange Rules of the Game: Starting with Playing Little Grey Wolf!

Tom was terrified and immediately pointed at the sheep:

"No! Teacher! It wasn't me who wanted to eat it! He gave it to me! It was this wolf who gave it to me!"

This is a classic case of betraying a teammate. In order to save his own life, he didn't hesitate to expose Su Mu.

However, Su Mu had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He immediately put on a pitiful expression, jumped off the chair, pointed at the cookies on the floor, and said:

"Teacher! He's lying!"

"He stole my cookies! When I refused to give them back, he tried to hit me! Look, he even tore my backpack!"

Su Mu pointed to a tear in the strap of his backpack.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Warm Sheep's anger intensified.

In her mind, Little Grey, the "top student" recommended by Pleasant Goat, would definitely not lie, while these humble "outsider sheep" were the most cunning.

"How dare you bully a new classmate? And even steal things?"

Warm Sheep rushed to Tom, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him into the air like a chick.

"No! Teacher! I'm innocent! He really gave it to me!" Tom struggled desperately, tears and snot streaming down his face.

But the more he struggled, the angrier Warm Sheep became.

"Still trying to argue? Looks like you want to sit on that 'pleasure chair' in the administration office!"

Warm Sheep grinned maliciously and dragged the screaming Tom out of the classroom.

The classroom was deathly silent.

The remaining survivors were so frightened by what they saw that they didn't dare to breathe.

They looked in horror at the little wolf sitting in the empty seat.

At this moment, Su Mu picked up the half-eaten biscuit from the ground, blew off the dust, and then slowly put it into his mouth, winking at the survivors as he chewed.

That look seemed to say:

"See? This is what happens when you talk to a 'kind person'."

At that moment, a terrifying thought arose in the minds of all the survivors:

The most dangerous thing in this school is neither the meat mountain teacher nor the mechanical sheep.

The scariest thing is this seemingly harmless but actually wicked transfer student...

As Teacher Warm Sheep dragged the unfortunate Canadian contestant Tom out of the classroom, the entire lecture hall fell into a deathly silence.

Tom's desperate screams and some indescribable smell of blood still lingered in the air.

The remaining four human survivors were huddled in the darkest corner of the classroom, like a flock of frightened quails.

They didn't even dare to look up at the "culprit" sitting in the back row, leisurely swinging his short legs.

Su Mu swallowed the last crumb of the slightly moldy compressed biscuit and licked his paw with lingering satisfaction.

"The flavor is a bit bland. Next time, we'll have to ask Daddy Grey Wolf to invent some seasoning powder."

He muttered something under his breath, then turned his head and scanned the remaining survivors with his large, "kind" eyes.

A contestant from India, a black guy from an unknown small country, a blonde girl who looks like she's from some European country, and a skinny boy who always keeps his head buried in his arms.

Four people.

Although Tom was taken away, judging from Warm Sheep's size and the blood-stained ruler, he's probably in grave danger.

Even if they don't die, they'll probably lose an arm or a leg.

"System, how many survivors are left?"

[Currently, there are 4 survivors within Sheep Village (classroom-type). There are 3 lurking outside.]

[Hint: The next class is art class, taught by Pleasant Goat. Danger Level: S.]

Su Mu felt a chill run down his spine.

Pleasant Goat?

What will become of that vain and delicate little sheep in the animated film when it comes to this world of ghost stories?

Just then, the classroom loudspeaker suddenly came on.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

After a piercing crackle of static, the radio broadcast that sickeningly sweet yet chillingly sinister voice:

"Dear students, Teacher Warm Sheep has gone to deal with the 'trash,' so I'll be teaching your art class from now on!"

"Please bring your 'materials' and head to the art studio on the third floor immediately. Latecomers... will be made into picture frames!"

As soon as the voice fell, the mechanical sheep in the classroom immediately stood up in unison and walked stiffly but quickly toward the door.

The survivors dared not slack off either.

The scene they just witnessed completely shattered their mental defenses. Now they were like puppets being manipulated, knowing that there was an abyss ahead, they could only grit their teeth and jump down.

Su Mu slung his little backpack over his shoulder and slowly followed at the back of the group.

As he passed by the blonde girl, he deliberately brushed against her with his shoulder.

"Sister, your hair is so beautiful, it's like gold."

Su Mu looked up and praised innocently, "Teacher Mei Yangyang will definitely like it very much."

The blonde girl froze, staring in horror at the little wolf that had just led Tom to his doom.

She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she could only let out a weak whimper before desperately trying to hide to the side.

Su Mu didn't care, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

like?

In this world, being "liked" by a strange creature is worse than death.

……

Third floor, art studio.

As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of formaldehyde mixed with some strange perfume wafted out.

This isn't an art studio; it's clearly a human specimen display room!

The walls were covered with all sorts of "paintings." But they weren't painted with paint; they were sheets of skin that had been peeled off, specially treated, and then flattened.

There are sheepskins, wolf skins, and even... human skin.

Each piece of skin was meticulously framed, with the edges stitched with gold thread, and the expressions were so lifelike that they seemed ready to scream at any moment.

In the very center of the studio stood a figure wearing a pink Lolita dress.

Pleasant Goat.

But her appearance caused the sanity of all the survivors to plummet instantly.

Her face had no features, only a smooth expanse of white skin.

In her hands, she held all sorts of "masks"—smiling, crying, and angry.

At that moment, she was wearing a mask with a "gentle smile" and waving to the students who were coming in.

Welcome to Pleasant Goat's Art Palace!

Her voice seemed to come directly from behind the mask, carrying an eerie echo.

"Today's topic is—human body outline and color filling."

Pleasant Goat walked up to an easel covered with a white cloth and yanked it off.

Everyone gasped in shock.

The one tied to the easel was none other than Tom, who had just been dragged away!

Tom had been stripped down to just his shorts, and his body was covered with lines of various colors, like a diagram of a piece of pork being butchered.

His mouth was sewn shut, and he could only make muffled screams, his eyes filled with despair.

"This is our model for today!"