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

More and more parents arrived at the auditorium. Bai Ye stood at the door and couldn't help laughing when he saw the group of "parents" coming over.

She whispered in Mu Yunke's ear: "I really don't know what's in the minds of those people in Group 1. Why don't these proud children of heaven think about why we, a group of family scoundrels, can have such a good family background?"

"Maybe he's been with those two for too long and has some brain stem defects?" Mu Yunke leaned against the door and responded nonchalantly.

Yes, this group of elites may not know why they, the half-baked people who are not as good as the best but better than the worst, are often talked about as ruffians and paupers by the family elders?

That must be because the elders in the family care about me, so I call them that.

The reason why they have not become the elite households praised by everyone is that they have never suffered much.

The fact that they have not been completely abandoned and become the second generation of rich people who just eat and wait for death also shows that their elders still care about their growth.

Those who can be pampered, controlled, indulged and restrained are, in any case, treasures held in the palms of the family or parents.

Don’t they think about the status of a treasure in their palms?

Treasure in the palm of your hand! That is the favorite of diners... Pah, that is the treasure of the family!

So...all the people who came over in the third shift today are their immediate family members.

Yes, they are parents, brothers and sisters, who are super close and direct relatives registered in the same household registration book.

Seeing Xia Yin and Ji Ji coming, Ji Yinyin immediately smiled and moved closer to them.

"Mom, you're here."

The moment he saw Ji Yinyin, Xia Yin almost kicked Ji Yinyin away like a monster.

It’s not that Ms. Xia Yin is too violent, but the current Ji Yinyin is really... an eyesore.

Why do you say that?

Of course it’s because Ji Yinyin’s face is so swollen that it’s unbearable to look at.

The neatly groomed hair now hung sparsely, covering the face.

After lifting up her daughter's fringe, Xia Yin almost couldn't stand.

There were two panda eyes in the deep eye sockets, two bright red slaps on his face, and a few strings of blood beads hanging from the corners of his mouth. He looked as miserable as could be.

Xia Yin touched Ji Yinyin's face, and when she heard that she couldn't hold back the pain and took a breath, she was almost heartbroken. "What happened? Who hit you?"

"Mom, Su...Su's class was unreasonable. They hit me! They slapped us both in the face."

Ji Yinyin was crying and telling lies incoherently.

In fact, this was all her and Bai Ye's idea.

Those are a bunch of wimps in class. It’s so hard for them to pull a few of her hairs, and they still want to slap her in the face?

Not at all.

She had Hua Lan put blush on her hands to apply on the slaps and dark circles on her face before coming to the auditorium, because Hua Lan's hands were about the same size as Jiang Rongqing's.

Dark circles are even simpler to deal with. Just use No. 13 liquid foundation and apply some shadow.

As for the bleeding corner of the mouth...that was purely because winter was here and her mouth was dry and chapped. For the sake of makeup effect, Ji Yinyin tore it with her hand, but she was a little too heavy-handed.

Coupled with the big bump on her forehead that she had deliberately let Jiang Rongqing hit her on purpose.

This looks particularly intimidating.

Not only Ji Yinyin, but students from the other three classes also had bruises on their faces, looking more embarrassed than the other.

If you don’t know, you might think that this is the result of a telecom fraud committed in Myanmar.

Seeing that their family members had arrived, all the boys and girls in Class 3 started to act out their acting skills.

The one on the left howled, and then the one on the right started to whimper.

"Mom! You have to make the decision for me!"

"Dad! Look how they beat me!"

"Sister! This is the first time I've been slapped in the face since I was a child! You must save me! Otherwise, I will die!"

The entire school auditorium was in a mess, like a vegetable market.

The principal had to yell at them several times before the "wronged" Class 3 stopped crying.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the students and their parents in the audience.

"We have invited all the parents here at this time to help you deal with the fight between Class 1 and Class 3 at school today. We will ask the victim to explain the details to the parents first."

After the principal finished speaking, he gave the microphone and the stage to the victims—yes, the girls in Class 1.

As a representative of the victims, Jiang Rongqing immediately modified and polished what happened in the gymnasium from their perspective and told it to the parents of the students present.

Ji Yinyin, who was listening below, wanted to applaud her.

[Well, you put it so well! So vividly! If we weren't the ones you labeled as villains, I would have cried right there for your tragic experience!]

The students from the other three classes nodded in unison.

Jin Dandan is right!

As for the ability to confuse right and wrong, it still depends on the elites who have the right to speak!

Finally, after finishing his speech, Jiang Rongqing looked at Ji Yinyin in the audience.

"Although both of us have been injured to varying degrees, the girls in our class are not the type to be unforgiving. All we want is justice! I hope the girls in class three can pay the price for their impulsive behavior and apologize to our class in front of all the teachers and students during the lunch break! This is what we victims want. Especially an apology to Bai Yaning, who was seriously injured in our class!"

Liu Zhicheng, the head teacher of Class 1, looked at the group of students from Class 3 who were covered in bruises and asked arrogantly, "May I ask the perpetrators of violence, Class 3, do you have anything else to say?"

"Go!" Ji Yinyin raised her hand.

"I object to the principal, a group of class teachers and a group of girls privately labeling us as perpetrators!"

Having said that, Ji Yinyin walked onto the stage under the gaze of all the students in Class 3 and their parents.

"Ji Yinyin, what other tricks do you want to play?" Jiang Rongqing looked at Ji Yinyin, and the resentment in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

Ji Yinyin held her face and snatched the microphone from Jiang Rongqing.

"Well, we are just telling the truth, how can it be considered a trick?"

Ji Yinyin picked up the microphone, lifted up her loose hair, revealing her pig-like face.

"Before I speak, I would like to ask all the students, teachers and parents present to open their eyes and see clearly! How are my injuries?"

Everyone present was silent.

Is this still necessary?

The students standing on the stage were all clean and bright. Not only were they bleeding, but they didn't even have any obvious bruises.

On the other hand, it was different for Ji Yinyin and the other three classes of students.

Everyone had blood or bruises on their bodies, especially the girls in Class 3, few of them had any problems.

It seems like they are the ones being oppressed.

"You are slandering us! We never used such harsh methods! Please don't frame us!" Jiang Rongqing was so anxious that he immediately snatched the microphone from Ji Yinyin's hand.

But the way she bullied Ji Yinyin so aggressively and forcefully made it hard to imagine that she was the victim.

"No matter it is the principal or the teachers, they all say that the students in Class One are right. But why do you think the students in Class One are innocent? Is it just because they have good academic performance?" Ji Yinyin stood pitifully on the podium, like a little white flower being bullied by a bully.

Jiang Rongqing sneered, "What else? Studying is about understanding reason, and understanding reason is about distinguishing right from wrong. The fact that we can sit in Class 1 shows that our character is worthy of this class. How can we be compared to you in Class 3? In order to frame someone, you are willing to hurt your own bodies and use any means to achieve your goal. Just based on your unclean motives, isn't it enough to prove that you have despicable character?"

"Who said we were framed without any evidence? I have evidence!"

Below the stage, Zhao Zhier stared at Jiang Rongqing meaningfully.

She raised her hand, and the light from the auditorium shone on the white metallic-painted phone in her hand, reflecting blinding spots of light into Jiang Rongqing's eyes, forcing her to squint.

Zhao Zhier handed her cell phone to her class teacher Li Wuyan.

"Teacher! I demand that the video I shot be played publicly! Give an explanation to Class 3! Give an explanation to everyone!"

"No! You are a student of Class 3! There is something wrong with the angle you shot the video from! The evidence cannot be trusted!" Jiang Rongqing continued to be aggressive.

She knew the methods of the students in Class Three very well. They liked to use despicable means to provoke the enemy, and finally secretly use the mobile phone recorder to create favorable evidence for them.

Last time, Rong Enen had to transfer schools because of the despicable manipulation of Shang Ye in their class.

Cell phones must not be played in public!