Infinite flow is not like that at all

Shen Ye stood alone in the stairwell, pulling up his sleeves.

Both arms were covered with cigarette burn marks and various scratches on the skin, some old and others still fresh, with blood seeping out.

Also.

His body...

Even without lifting the lid, one could sense how frail the body was; "skin and bones" didn't even begin to describe it...

after all.

Shen Ye felt weak, as if he hadn't eaten enough, even though lunchtime had just ended...

"Extremely poor physical strength..."

I was already slightly out of breath after climbing just one flight of stairs.

"In addition, many injuries are also the main cause of physical weakness."

Shen Ye slightly lifted his clothes.

The protruding ribs seemed to be the reason why the clothes did not collapse, and the whole body was almost covered with wounds, with various bruises and contusions all over the body.

"Lin Ye..."

Shen Ye calmly put the clothes down: "What exactly happened to you?"

He didn't immediately accept the confession.

It's because of this body.

It was like a corpse lying forgotten in a ditch, yet inexplicably a beautiful girl confessed her love to it, and a group of people cheered.

Everyone's smiles were so genuine; even the maple leaves blown by the autumn wind seemed less vibrant than the blush on a young girl's face.

But that's the key to why something's wrong.

He looked at the main questline.

"Let's find his diary first."

Shen Ye quickly returned to his classroom. As soon as he stepped inside, he was immediately surrounded by a lot of eyes. His classmates looked at him strangely, and some of them looked down at him as if he were a plague god.

"Lin Ye, what are you still doing standing at the door? Hurry up and go back to your seat." It was a middle-aged female teacher whose voice was particularly sharp and cold.

"You don't want to be late, do you? You'll have to run a thousand meters as punishment."

"Don't think you can get away with it just because you pretended to be dead and fainted last time... Let me tell you, our class strictly requires punctuality..."

The middle-aged female teacher kept talking.

Shen Ye had already walked towards the corner at the back.

This body can barely run fifty meters, let alone a thousand meters?

Playing dead?

I'm afraid she really fainted.

Shen Ye also saw his own table and chairs.

His desk was like a tattered rag that had been trampled on by countless people; there wasn't an inch of it intact, from the tabletop to the legs.

There was also black chewing gum and rotting insects on the edge of the table.

As for the desktop.

It was covered by various colors of ink so that its original appearance was no longer visible.

The desktop was covered with crooked scratches, paint, and densely packed tiny characters, forming a terrifying drawing!

[Go to hell! Why aren't you dead yet?!]

Disgusting! Just looking at you makes me want to vomit.

Go to hell! Trash!

[Lin Ye's Exclusive Underworld Position!]

【...】

Gee tut.

Looks like 'I've been posted on the confession wall.

Shen Ye inspected the chair; it was old and worn, with traces of old glue and bloodstains that couldn't be wiped off. He calmly took out a book, placed it on the chair, and sat down comfortably.

He then found the textbook for this lesson... Shen Ye wasn't really there to listen to the lecture; he wanted to understand this place, but he lacked the necessary information.

And at this time.

Seeing Shen Ye deep in thought, he remained motionless for a long time.

A boy at the next table, wearing a strange smile, couldn't help but remind him, "Lin Ye, we've already covered page 36 of this lesson..."

"Okay, you're so nice."

Shen Ye reached out to turn to page 36.

The boy watched Shen Ye flip through the book, his eyes growing increasingly excited and sinister.

coming!

finally come!

Today is my turn to be happy!

He knows this guy too well.

He's a coward! Even a tap on the shoulder from behind or a sudden voice can make him tremble and turn pale!

That thing in the book will definitely give this guy a huge fright and make him scream!!!

It's going to be a lot of fun!

He couldn't wait to see this!

And the next moment.

Shen Ye had already turned to page 36.

A bloodshot, bulging eyeball was wedged between pages that had been cut open! Its terrifyingly bloodshot veins made it seem as if it were staring intently at Shen Ye!

Chapter 79 Never agree to her request!

coming!

Seeing Shen Ye turn to page 36, the boy trembled with excitement; he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

Is it a terrified scream? Or is it someone so frightened they fall over?

Based on past experience, the latter is more likely.

Anyway.

In either case, there's bound to be a good show to watch.

but.

The expected response did not occur.

He only saw "Lin Ye" before him, calmly staring at the terrifying eyeballs, showing not a trace of fear, but even a hint of...

Relief?

The boy frowned slightly, his smile faltering momentarily. This shouldn't be happening.

Others have done this before, so why is the result different when it's my turn?

"Wasn't the prop eyeball realistic enough?" he muttered under his breath.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the eyeball.

The bloody eyeballs were so lifelike, they looked exactly like real ones, making his eyelids twitch.

It couldn't be more real. When I first got my hands on that eyeball, I was stunned.

But why isn't this guy reacting?

Not only that, he actually saw the sickly boy in front of him and revealed a relieved smile.

"Finally, I saw something familiar."

???

Is that correct?

to be frank.

Along the way, Shen Ye felt a sense of unease seeing the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere around him.

Seeing those eyes actually put my mind at ease.

Still a familiar taste.

and...

"You put this here, didn't you, you little blondie?"

The boy's blond hair was freshly dyed, and people often called him that, but for some reason, Shen Ye's address made him feel uncomfortable. He frowned slightly and said, "Don't wrong me... Who told you to call me blond..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Ye interrupted him.

"You think this is a prop?" Shen Ye reached out and picked up the eyeball, speaking softly.

"?" The blond-haired guy was about to continue speaking, saying that whether it was a prop or not was none of his business.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he choked back his words.

He opened his eyes wide and watched as Shen Ye gently pressed two fingers together, and liquid seeped out from the crack behind his eyeballs, dripping onto the book one drop at a time.

"Why is there still blood..." The blond-haired boy was somewhat frightened, even pale, and dared not look at the dripping blood.

"Bullying others and then fainting at the sight of blood? Is that all the mentality you have?"

The blond-haired guy gritted his teeth: "I'm not afraid of blood... I just didn't expect it... Besides, this thing isn't real at all, it's just a very realistic prop, stop bluffing."