Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 473 [Daily Life] 3

"Bang bang! Bang! Bang bang!"

Feng Lan's heart beat faster and faster.

Is this body really hers?!

Feng Lan put down the book and searched on the table. Thinking of something, she opened the small bag that she had always ignored. There was a lipstick and a small mirror in the bag.

The face that seemed normal before, now appeared so obvious in front of Feng Lan.

This is a relatively mature face.

The young face of a man in his thirties has thick dark bags under his eyes, and wrinkles have appeared between his eyebrows and at the corners of his eyes that are visible when he smiles. His face is pale, and his hairline has receded a bit. His hair is still quite thick, and the color is a big curly brown color that should easily reveal the problem.

But Feng Lan hadn't noticed any problems at home before, and she felt that she must have been possessed by a ghost!

Feng Lan gasped. Her movement was so big that she was immediately seen by the English teacher at the podium.

The teacher stood up and began to patrol the aisle between the desks. When he came to Feng Lan, he wanted to call her name, but when he opened his mouth, he was dazed for a moment and suddenly couldn't remember the student's name. He could only knock on her desk in a warning, "Study hard and don't waste your time."

Feng Lan nodded and turned a page of the vocabulary book in her hand.

Is she really a student? She looks a bit old.

Feng Lan hesitated in her heart. She even felt inexplicably that this was not her body at all.

As Feng Lan denied her identity, her head hurt more and more, her vision became blurry, and the whole classroom was turned upside down in a dizziness.

Feng Lan fainted.

When she woke up, she was lying in the infirmary with a dazed look in her eyes.

My mind was blank like snowflakes.

"Class..." She should be in the classroom. Feng Lan tried to stand up, but her hands and feet were weak and she fell on the bed.

Her eyes followed the perspective and looked up at the ceiling.

At first glance, the yellow ceiling was missing a corner of the wall, the old light bulb was dim, and there were many light-attracting insects flying around.

Before Feng Lan could blink, she was dazzled by the bright light. When she opened her eyes again, the powdered ceiling was white and smooth, and the triangular fan was hovering quietly, with no flying insects.

Feng Lan stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Is she hallucinating? Has she finally gone mad from studying?

"Student, make sure you get enough rest. You fainted today due to hypoglycemia. If you're okay, then—" the school doctor paused mid-sentence, "Go back to the classroom for class, and make sure you get enough rest tonight."

She looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, she looked at Feng Lan's pale face, sighed, and gave her a plaster to remove scars and swelling. "If there is anything, you can report it to the teacher. Don't keep it in your heart."

When saying this, the school doctor looked at Feng Lan's arms, legs, and waist for two seconds, and did not urge her to leave.

Feng Lan was a little confused, but realized the next second that she seemed to be being bullied at school?

A few vague memories came to her mind, a few unclear faces of people laughing and pushing her in the toilet.

A bottle of water poured over her head, forcing her to close her eyes. Then a gust of wind blew past, and her face felt swollen and painful, and her scalp tightened. Someone pulled her up from the ground.

"Our college bully is such a good student, how dare he pretend he didn't see the note I asked him to pass to me?"

"Hehe, I worked so hard and only got seventh place. It seems I'm not that great!"

"Speak, you are dumb!"

"Crying? Why are you pretending?"

Feng Lan felt a surge of anger just thinking back on it, her fists clenched tightly. How could she be so weak?!

But no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, and she couldn't even tell whether they were men or women, making it impossible for Feng Lan to take revenge according to her memory.

"Oh!"

Feng Lan hit the bed, causing some pain in her arm. She looked at the infirmary, but the school doctor had already left. Feng Lan lifted her sleeve to take a look.

There were many cigarette burns and purple pinch marks on her arms. Some had healed, while some were still "fresh". Feng Lan took a breath of cold air because she didn't feel anything before.

She rolled up her pants again and found some on her legs! She lifted up her clothes a little and found quite a few on her waist. She felt it and felt a dull pain inside her internal organs. She thought it was a slight rupture.

damned!

The fire in Feng Lan's heart grew even brighter.

She didn't understand why she didn't fight back even though she was hurt like this!!! She just knew she was so angry that she wanted to pick a fight!

She was beaten up like this, but her brain didn’t even remember it!!!

As for the depression, grievance, fear and panic after being bullied, Feng Lan did not feel any of them. She was just so angry!

Feng Lan got up from the bed and her hands and feet felt a little sore. She had previously thought that her hands and feet were sore from sleeping for too long, but it turned out that she had an injury!

An inexplicable force made Feng Lan ignore this dissonance. She propped herself up and walked around the infirmary, where she found a bottle of glucose. Feng Lan looked at it for a while, then put it in her pocket along with a pair of small scissors. She turned around, tidied up the bed she had slept in, and prepared to go back to the classroom to continue studying.

She wanted to see who was bullying her!

"Report."

"Enter."

Feng Lan walked back to her seat under the teacher's cold gaze. There was a puddle of water on the seat. The people around her were staring at their textbooks, unable to tell who had done it. The teacher on the podium also ignored her and continued teaching. Feng Lan looked around, no one looked at her. She rummaged through her desk and took out a realistic toy snake.

"Harmony and friendship are the foundation of social civilization—"

"teacher--"

Feng Lan interrupted the teacher's lecture. The classroom became quiet and no one spoke. The teacher and the other forty-three students all stared at Feng Lan in silence.

"Someone poured water on my seat and stuffed a snake into my desk." Feng Lan stared at the expressionless teacher. "Someone is deliberately targeting me."

"Student Feng Lan," the teacher's expression instantly brightened upon hearing Feng Lan's words. He looked displeased and pushed his glasses up, staring coldly at her with a pair of scrutinizing eyes, as if he was looking at some garbage. "You can report these to the teacher after class instead of interrupting the teacher during class. You are very rude."

"Hahahahaha-"

"Look at her..."

"Who do you think you are..."

"You must have been criticized by the teacher, haha..."

Feng Lan was overwhelmed by the malice from all directions. She should have been trembling with anger or breaking down in tears because of this unfair experience, but Feng Lan felt a sense of falsehood and overly strong malice.

The classmates around her, the teacher at the podium, everyone was looking at her, paying attention to her, they were so eagerly awaiting her reaction.

Being hated by so many people is just as outrageous as being liked by so many people at the same time. Feng Lan still had time to think about it.

She looked back with a cold gaze at everyone, and these people were also staring at her, with undisguised malice, snickers, disdain, and indifference in their eyes.

"Teacher, no, you, I am talking to you nicely. If you can speak, then speak nicely. If you can't speak, then shut up like a dog."