I'm stuck in a horror game for 100 years

Chapter 52 Counting Eyes

[Your score made Ueno Shinichi very happy, and his favorability for you has increased! 】

Just as Jiang Tong finished writing the score.

The system prompt just sounded.

Jiang Tong raised his eyes and looked down, scanning the face of the zombie-like kid.

The little ghost named Ueno Shinichi is a boy with freckles on his face sitting in the sixth seat in the seventh row.

As for why Jiang Tong made the judgment.

Because apart from Ayako, only the hatred in the eyes of this classmate has obviously decreased a lot.

"Your score will affect the mental state of the students."

Jiang Tong nodded slightly.

Continue to review below.

In the entire classroom, the atmosphere of silence was still maintained.

It's just that there is a little more pity in it.

It seems that these little ghosts originally wanted to scare the substitute teacher by relying on the terrifying composition content.

But apparently, the move failed.

"It's okay, there are more exciting things to come!"

Among a group of little ghost heads, a girl with a strange appearance, a wide forehead, round cheekbones and protruding cheekbones, but an unusually narrow mouth, thought viciously.

And under her seat, there are a little black silk thread, which wraps around the corner of the table to the feet of the surrounding students.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

Jiang Tong held it in his hand.

It was a pink composition paper, apparently for little girls.

The content is as follows: I was born in a single-parent family.

My mother left my father since I was a child. My father raised me alone. The neighbor said the same thing. I only saw my mother in the photos. My mother was sitting on a chair alone with a bouquet in her hair. beautiful.

Dad said I look a lot like my mother.

But other uncles and aunts praised me for looking like my father.

I don't think so, I think I'm more like a mother.

Although she may not like me.

Dad is very busy every day and has no time to accompany me. Every time he comes home from school, he locks himself in the room.

And don't let me in, let me do my homework and watch TV in the living room.

However, I can always vaguely hear men and women shouting and cursing in Dad's room, the voice is very small, but I can hear it clearly.

But there are no women in my family, unless my father hides my mother!

So one time, I sneaked a piece of paper between the cracks of the door while my father was not paying attention. After my father entered, the door was not completely closed.

When the voice came from inside again, I sneaked over.

Pushed open the crack of the door.

then.

I see an eye.

It's Dad's eyes.

Dad's eyes are hanging on the door, and Mom is standing on the bed, shedding her dad's skin...

Jiang Tong laughed immediately.

Not bad.

Very innovative writing.

You can even participate in the composition competition in the city of horror.

Might be able to win a prize.

So comment.

Very good, 100 points, excellent.

——Jiang Tong.

【Your rating made Qiao Qianhui feel a little frustrated, and her dislike value for you has increased】

"Oh?"

Jiang Tong was slightly surprised by this horrifying reminder.

Looking at the little girl in the front row who hated him even more in her eyes, Jiang Tong probably understood something.

Although this composition is very bizarre, Jiang Tong gets more and more excited the more he reads it.

But substituting the little girl Hashi Chie, I should only feel horror and sadness.

Her parents are alone.

Therefore, what she wrote was not good for her, and she should give her a low score.

Normal people will not give high scores when they come to score.

This has strayed from the loving family theme.

It's off topic.

Jiang Tong realized.

But...is this important?
unimportant!
He can score whatever he wants, the task is just to complete the scoring, so what about the changes in the mental state of those little devils?

As a result, small essays were quickly reviewed in Jiang Tong's hands.

In the entire classroom, there was an extremely serious polarization.

Under those increasingly loathsome eyes, the black silk threads under the feet of that extremely peculiar-looking girl became more and more entangled.

As if absorbing something.

……

at the same time.

Class [-], Grade [-], Wang Genshuo's math class.

Same as Jiang Tong.

Wang Genshuo stood on the podium with a calm expression, although the little ghosts under the stage had scary faces and strange eyes.

But he is only responsible for completing his own main task.

[Students in your class have just started learning basic mathematics, and they should start with counting first. Please randomly select three children to come to you, complete the counting assessment, and give an evaluation]

[Note: Please evaluate carefully, your evaluation will directly affect the psychological state of the students]

This is Wang Genshuo's task.

Before going from the corridor to the class, as soon as he entered the door, he felt something was wrong.

These little ghost heads are like corpses. Not only do they look grotesque and terrifying, but they also look at themselves with the eyes of a dead person.

Especially after the wooden lectern made an eerie whine as he moved.

The musty smell in the classroom was mixed with stench, constantly impacting Wang Genshuo's mind.

Fortunately, Wang Genshuo felt better after taking out the scary item he got in the cafeteria.

Wang Genshuo took out a dark soup spoon from behind and placed it on the podium.

The surface of the spoon seemed to be stained with some sticky stuff.

No smell and no fall off.

For the first time, the little ghosts in the audience changed their eyes when they saw this thing.

There was fear in his eyes.

But he still wanted to eat Wang Genshuo.

"Ino Jun."

As Wang Genshuo picked up the roster and read the name, the main task was updated accordingly.

【Let Ino Jun kid count how many eyes he has, and after counting, he can evaluate the answer】

As soon as this task was updated, Wang Genshuo knew something bad was going to happen.

"Count the eyes."

With such a weird topic, it's hard not to think of anything wrong!
However, there is no chance of repentance.

The voice fell!

I saw a little boy wearing a yellow plaid striped shirt, stood up from his seat, and trotted to the podium.

As they got closer, Wang Genshuo realized that this little devil was only as tall as his own knee.

The face is fairly normal, with nose and eyes, and no missing features.

Only then did Wang Genshuo heave a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, I'm ready."

Wang Genshuo nodded.

"Student Ino Jun, please count how many eyes you have."

At this time, the little devils sitting under the stage suddenly felt strange.

It seems that this problem happened to Jun Ino, and it has a different meaning.

The little boy smiled.

His eyes were full of contempt and hatred towards Wang Genshuo.

Wang Genshuo held the spoon with one hand.

He understands.

This kind of look is simply impossible to appear on a kid of this age!
"Teacher, listen carefully, this is my left eye, this is my right eye, and..."

Ino Jun pointed to the left eye with one hand, and then pointed to the right eye, but just when Wang Genshuo subconsciously felt that he was going to end, Ino Jun lowered his head strangely.

He stretched his hands behind his head.

He grasped his scalp tightly.

Then jerk off.

The dense eyes appeared under Jun Ino's scalp!
Constantly squirming!
Wang Genshuo's scalp went numb instantly!
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