I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

Click, click, click…

The sound of leather shoes tapping footsteps was heard, and a man with a stern face suddenly appeared in the classroom.

He has a Mediterranean hairstyle, a white shirt, grey trousers, and holds a ruler that emits a cold glow.

"New students, please find your seats. It's exam time now, and you have half an hour left to hand in your papers."

Yun Wang took Qian Yiming, whose computer was frozen, to sit in the last row, and two test papers floated on the smooth desk.

He glanced at it and found it to be normal advanced mathematics, but it should not appear on high school exams as it belongs in college courses.

"Can you do it?" Yun Wang asked the college student next to him.

Qian Yiming lowered his eyes dully, and was suddenly dazzled, as if two whirlpools appeared in his eye sockets and kept spinning.

"I'm dizzy..."

Yun Wang smiled and wrote quickly. After a while, he finished the last big question.

"Teacher, I'll do it..."

The sudden flames burned the test paper with his answers completely.

The man walked over quickly with a sharp ruler in his hand, looked coldly at the brand new blank paper that had resurfaced, and slid his hand.

"lie!"

Yun Wang's head broke suddenly and slammed onto the table with a thud, and blood stained the paper red.

"Ahhhh!"

Zhang Qingqing was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she ran out the door following the three boys who reacted quickly.

The next second they rushed in again, everyone was stunned and their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"I want to go home!" Wang Sai shouted heartbreakingly: "Let us out!"

"Disturbing the examination room." The man frowned, raised the ruler and swung it again. The body was instantly torn into pieces without even a scream.

After a muffled sound, Yang Shili fell to the ground and fainted.

The man leaned down, chuckled, turned his head, and stared at the pale Qian Yiming with a teasing look.

"Why don't you write? Don't you know how to do it?"

Qian Yiming moved his lips: "No... no..."

"Then write quickly."

The man's face was pressed against the paper, covering most of it, and his weird smile almost reached his ears.

Qian Yiming's eyes turned red and he whimpered a few times, trying to hold back in without making any sound.

The cold hand in his palm made him even more desperate.

It was not because no one saved him, but because Yun Wang died again, and died in front of him.

But Qian Yiming couldn't think of a way to rescue him. He really couldn't do these questions. They were too difficult...

Just then, a head blocked the man's view and their eyes met.

Qian Yiming was stunned and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The slender, cold white fingers grasped the hair of the head tightly, and used the hideous head to force the man back.

Qian Yiming looked at the decapitated body tremblingly, gasped suddenly, and lost consciousness with his head tilted back.

"I follow your rules, but you cheated and I'm angry." Yun Wang pressed his head on his neck and twisted it.

The man was terrified. It was the first time he had seen someone who looked more like a ghost than him.

He hurriedly swung the ruler and struck again and again, trying to drive away this evil spirit that was a hundred times more powerful than him.

The cracked fat body healed instantly, as if nothing had happened.

Yun Wang grabbed Qian Yiming with one hand and Yang Shili with the other, walked slowly to the door, and attached all the debris to the tentacles.

"I heard that ten years here is just one day in the outside world. Is that true?"

“I don’t know what you mean…” The man trembled continuously, with a hint of doubt in his fear.

Yun Wang looked at him with pity: "If it has no value, then there is no need for it to exist."

As the words came out, the man was suddenly covered in burning gold: “Ahhhhhhh!!”

The evil spirit was reduced to dust. A breeze blew by, and the rooftop became silent.

Yun Wang raised his leg and kicked the corpse that was about to fall to the ground, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed it into his stomach.

There is also a...

Forget it.

……

Late at night 14 years ago, Longyi High School.

"Remember what I said, just hold the pen." Zheng Siling warned repeatedly.

She stared at Han Bo, her affectionate eyes like a pool of spring water: "We will be admitted to Beiqiao together, work hard together, and our lives will get better and better."

Han Bo nodded heavily, his expression firm.

Zheng Siling took a few deep breaths, and together with Han Bo, they held the old thick pencil and repeated in a low voice.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, are you there?"

Soon after, the pencil between the crossed fingers moved slowly and drew a black circle.

Zheng Siling was delighted: "Can you help Han Bo get first place in his grade in the college entrance examination in a month?"

The second circle was drawn on its own.

At this moment, Han Bo, who was half drooping, suddenly straightened up and let go of his hands as if he had been electrocuted, which startled Zheng Siling and made her scream.

"What are you doing? It will get angry!"

"Han Bo" said nothing, picked up the old pencils and walked quickly out of the classroom.

Zheng Siling let out an anxious "Ouch!" and did not dare to stay any longer, so she trotted out the door.

Beside the desk, Han Bo, who was squeezed out of the body, had a dazed look on his face and sat on the chair with a dazed soul.

After a moment, he suddenly came to his senses: "Si Ling, where have you been?!"

The whole scene began to change, and the area around him was filled with students, none of whom he recognized.

"Listen carefully in class! Do you still want to get high scores?"

Han Bo noticed that the Mediterranean man on the podium was talking to him, and subconsciously corrected his attitude...

"Teacher Han...Han Bo!"

Zheng Siling ran up to the dazed Han Bo with a textbook in her arms, took his arm affectionately, and walked with him around the Yingjiang campus.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

Han Bo felt the gentle breeze in the morning: "Nothing, just feeling the beauty of life."