The whole class is dead? NPC awakens and starts killing people

"Squad leader, how could you let Sun Ke feed me? He just scolded me for being a weakling! He definitely wouldn't really feed me porridge, squad leader, can you please change someone?"

The green tea Cheng Fang blinked at Mu Yunke.

But the other boys in the room would not give him the chance to make tea again.

"Oh my, look how scared the child is. Brother Sun can carry a gun and sweep the house. He can teach you politics and accompany you to tear the board. Don't look at our Brother Sun's hard face and cold eyes. He has a good heart and is very generous. He is willing to feed you porridge. Don't act like a little man. Come on, let me help you!" Shang Ye smiled wickedly and walked to Cheng Fang's bedside with the posture of Rong Mama.

"Ouch, your hands hurt so much that you can't stand up. Your jaw must also be tired from talking so much. Brother Shang, please be kind and help you open your mouth."

After saying that, he stretched out his sinful hand and placed it on... Cheng Fang's armpit.

Cheng Fang gritted his teeth, but one punch was no match for both hands. He was also extremely ticklish, and under Shang Ye's attack, which was as strong as Aunt Rong's attack on Ziwei, he broke down.

“No, no, no…I won’t eat the hot porridge! No…Hahaha, stop messing with me, eat…”

Sun Ke was quick-witted and quick-handed, and took advantage of Cheng Fang's open mouth to stuff a spoonful of food into his mouth.

Cheng Fang's face suddenly turned pale.

Who! Who put the preserved egg in the red date and peanut porridge?

Sweet and salty, what kind of dark cuisine is that?

Du Fei next to him smiled with his eyes narrowed, his face full of expression saying: I was the one who put the devil's egg there, understand?

His slightly gloomy voice came faintly: "How is it, Cheng Fang? Is it delicious?"

“Not…delicious…”

Cheng Fang, whose mouth was covered by Shang Ye, spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

But Du Fei let out two more screams, directly covering up Shang Ye's voice.

"What? You don't want to stop and want to eat preserved eggs? Then Sun Ke, feed them quickly."

As the father of the class, Sun Ke always dotes on his rebellious sons. No one would let them go hungry. Since Cheng Fang wanted to eat so much, he quickened his hand speed.

Then a weird scene was born.

The "gentle and kind" dad Sun Ke is patiently feeding his child spoonful by spoonful;

In order to coax the disobedient uncle Shang Ye to open his mouth, he was responsible for prying open the child's mouth when his lips and teeth were tightly closed;

Du Fei, who was waving the flag to help, was pretending to be a supporting actor, saying things like: Wow! Our Fang Fang is so good! Our Fang Fang works so hard! Come on! Our Fang Fang is going to finish a bowl of porridge! Such disgusting words.

Cheng·Disobedient·Ziwei·Fang could not escape from such clutches at all, only a slightly unwilling sound slipped out from his mouth.

"Um...don't...Dianming...porridge!"

[Fuck, who is eating Dianming porridge? ]

When Ji Yinyin at the door heard these three words, she rushed in as if a blind student had discovered something special.

Then he saw Cheng Fang, who was being forced to eat in front of the hospital bed by everyone.

"Yinyin, what is Dianming porridge?" Shang Zhou on the side looked at it with confusion.

Ji Yinyin lowered her voice with a wicked smile on her face.

"There's an anime called JOJO, in which there's a guy called Kakyoin Noriaki. When he was traveling, he met a shameless kid. To get revenge on the kid, he scooped up a spoonful of the kid's own shit and put it in the porridge, stirring it, and it made the kid's taste worse. This is the legendary Noriaki's way of loving porridge."

Shang Zhou suddenly realized: "So that's how it is, but century egg porridge is delicious. Don't criticize other people's century eggs just because you don't like them. If you do that, it's no wonder they force you to eat the porridge."

[Oh, it turns out it’s not the authentic Dianming porridge. I was so happy for nothing.]

Ji Yinyin's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The dead green tea could not emit its tea fragrance due to the lack of hot water, so Cheng Fang was forced to be fed one spoonful at a time by the good father of their classmate Ping.

I didn’t eat Dianming porridge, but it was better than eating Dianming porridge.

Looking at the messy and noisy ward, Mu Yunke pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

"Hey, I didn't think everyone was so noisy during the previous sports meet training, but after coming back from Huamian, they all seemed to have let go of their nature. Seeing this, my fists are hard."

Shang Zhou chuckled and put his arm around Mu Yunke's shoulders: "This is probably the aftereffect of communicating with each other, opening up to each other and treating you as a family member? After all, even my family wouldn't see my embarrassing side, but we have been honest with each other."

Under the dark night, there are brilliant fireworks;

The sound of fireworks, which was completely different from the sound of Huamian’s guns, was like playing a whole new melody.

Mu Yunke walked to the window, looked at the beautiful fireworks, and muttered to himself.

"We are... a family."

Fireworks continue to decorate the night sky.

Across the distant land, listening to the fireworks and firecrackers on the other side of the mountain, Cheng Chen glanced at the dark night, holding the white porcelain jar tightly in his hand, and his voice was surprisingly faint.

"Happy New Year, miss."

In the intensive care unit, Ruan Xiaoliu's tightly closed eyes began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, as if she had been struggling for a long time, she finally opened her eyes.

Looking out the window, at Rong Ning and Xing Hongzhuo who were leaning in their seats with tired looks on their faces, a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

The fingertips were gently raised, as if trying to grasp something.

But he still fainted from the pain of his injuries.

……

In the middle of the night, a call from abroad came into Ji Yinyin's cell phone.

Looking at the incoming call marked with Hua Mian, Ji Yinyin frowned.

In order to facilitate communication, Chu Shengjing gave her his phone number, but the number on the phone was not Chu Shengjing's at all!

Who else knows her cell phone number?

Could it be a scam call? Or did she not collect all the money when she was done?

This shouldn’t be the case. Hasn’t Gu Chengfeng already turned into meat residue?

No! Is it possible... that this is a ghost call?

After all, she was able to be reborn, so it doesn't seem unreasonable for a dead ghost to call her?

Ji Yinyin was extremely nervous. She thought of all kinds of tricks, both metaphysical and not, but she still couldn't think of anyone who would call her after Hua Mian was caught by Zhang Wei.

Then I just waited anxiously for the phone to ring and then I could rest.

She took a look at the Hua Mian ID number and put the phone back into her pocket.

Anyway...anyway, he hung up the phone himself, it has nothing to do with her!

It’s not her responsibility if something goes wrong!

After preparing herself mentally, Ji Yinyin happily... took her brush and inkstone and went to the lounge.

After all, she is a member of Class 3. She is disabled but not lame. She can't just sit there and watch everyone cutting paper-cuts and writing couplets while doing nothing, right?

However, before she could even knock on the bathroom door, her cell phone rang again.

It was still the same familiar ID address, and the same phone number that was hung up last time.

Ji Yinyin's hands were shaking.

[Should I answer this call or not? ]