Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The suffocating burning, along his mouth, as if he wanted to burn himself, the smell of death made Zhao Ke scream.

"what!"

Accompanied by a scream.

Zhao Ke suddenly stood up from the chair, and when he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made Zhao Ke a little stunned.

"Lin Xiaodong, you are crazy, what are you yelling about?"

On the podium, a middle-aged woman who seemed to be about 40 years old pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

He stared at Zhao Ke coldly.

Holding the end of chalk with one hand, it almost piled on Zhao Ke's head.

Zhao Ke looked around blankly.

A teacher, the students in the class, all seem to be middle school students.

Wear neat school uniform.

At this time, the classmates in the class were all looking at him with weird eyes, but at the same time, there were a few gloating in their eyes.

After Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, his head quickly turned around.

"Sorry, I... I had a nightmare."

While Zhao Ke lowered his head to apologize, he squinted at the students around him and quickly swept over.

His performance was unusual, and there was no guarantee that there would be no other postmen in this classroom.

After looking around and finding nothing unusual, Zhao Ke was somewhat relieved.

The way of entering this time seems to be a lot different from the past.

In the past, the urn was received first, that is, the package.

Then he will enter the horror space.

It was the first time for Zhao Ke to experience something as sudden as this time.

The most important thing is that the experience before entering this time is really too real. Zhao Ke can still clearly recall the feeling when the flames burned his internal organs.

It was as if at that moment, the hand of the god of death had already grasped his wrist.

"Having nightmares?? You think this is your home, and you still have nightmares when you take my class? You think about it, what do you mean by that?"

The teacher on the podium, hearing Zhao Ke's apology, not only did not relieve his anger, but instead patted the table and asked sharply.

"Get out of here, don't take my class in the future, get out!"

Seeing that Zhao Ke did not speak, the woman directly opened the door and signaled Zhao Ke to go out.

Zhao Ke rubbed his shoulders, stood up and prepared to go out.

But before he took two steps, a hand suddenly grabbed the corner of Zhao Ke's clothes.

Zhao Ke turned around and saw that it was a girl.

The girl's hand was hidden under the desk, and her fingers were tightly grabbing the corner of Zhao Ke's clothes, but her head was lowered.

A head of long black hair covered his cheeks.

It's hard to see the truth.

But the girl has a very special fragrance of jasmine on her body.

"I said, you stand there, are you going to let me ask you out in person?"

Seeing that Zhao Ke did not move, the woman on the podium became even more impatient, and stepped forward quickly, wanting to pull Zhao Ke.

It's just that Zhao Ke dodged sideways, and then took a step forward, which made the woman take a free step and quickly walked out of the living room.

"Hey, you're still capable, don't take my class in the future."

As if feeling that Zhao Ke still dared to resist, the woman slammed the classroom door down heavily after she said this.

After closing the door, Zhao Ke could still hear the woman scolding in the classroom.

It's nothing more than an auditor, everyone, don't learn from him and other nonsense.

Zhao Ke stood outside the door, shaking his head.

When Zhao Ke was young, he failed to go to school.

I have always followed the old man, walking around the world, and learning Chinese characters and foreign languages ​​​​from the old man at the same time.

Sometimes, the old man couldn't do it himself, so he held the book and read it with them.

Therefore, Zhao Ke does not agree with the education in the classroom behind him.

In fact, such so-called transfer students and auditors are often very discriminatory.

The teacher will directly hang on a child who is poor in learning.

for this discriminatory practice.

Many teachers' excuse is to stimulate them to study hard and so on.

But it turns out that these are just self-excuses for these so-called teachers.

Even to put it bluntly, it is just an emotional trash can, a benchmark for those good students to be seen by monkeys.

Be the target of bullying and isolation for those so-called good students.

Fortunately, this kind of old-school education has become a thing of the past.

Zhao Ke was not in the mood to correct the teacher's behavior.

If you don't go to class, don't go to class.

I always have to figure out what the background and mission of this horror space is.

Thinking about it, Zhao Ke walked downstairs.

As you walk, you fumble in your pockets to see if there is something special in your pocket.

At the same time, I did not forget to look at the faint light and shadow on the classroom window to see my own face now.