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

Chapter 478 [Daily Life] 8

Do you want to go in?

Feng Lan subconsciously turned her head to look at the surveillance camera in the aisle. This was not good.

Without hesitating for a second, she opened the window, stepped on the windowsill, climbed in, and silently apologized in her heart.

"Report--"

"Enter."

A fragment flashed through Feng Lan's mind, and many fragments flashed through his mind at the same time.

There are all kinds of her in the classroom.

Young, old, women, men, children, the elderly, students, office workers, teachers, cleaners, physical education teachers, parents...

They sat in the classroom, looking so out of place among the young and lively classmates around them.

"Well--"

The sudden influx of thoughts in her head made Feng Lan feel a pang of pain. She hugged her head while climbing through the window, and stumbled and was about to fall. Feng Lan, her heart in her throat, froze, and her eyes blurred. With a speed and light movements that she had not expected, she maintained her balance and landed on someone's table.

Feng Lan, maintaining a half-squatting position to relieve the force: w(°o°)w

Hey hey hey hey, with such agility and skills, what kind of job does she do?

Feng Lan got down from the table, looked around at the seats, and finally fixed her eyes on one seat. She walked over hesitantly and directly.

Open the textbook on the table.

Qin Yuanxiang.

Not Xu Zhizhi.

Feng Lan couldn't tell whether she felt disappointed or not. She searched all the desks in the class again and finally found Xu Zhizhi's seat.

It is located near the rear door, very close to the trash can.

Feng Lan only noticed that this seat was also close to the window, the second to last row.

"Wow." She exclaimed. The back row was next to the window, Wang's hometown, which was perfect for looking at the sky outside at a 45-degree melancholy angle when bored in class!

Feng Lan looked around Xu Zhizhi's seat with envy and found a stack of unused photo stickers in a bag on the table. They were probably leftovers from some unused materials used by the school.

Feng Lan stared at the young face in the photo. Most of her hair was tied behind her head, leaving only a little light hair as bangs to modify her face shape. There were some round cheeks on her face. She was a very cute little girl. Feng Lan touched the photo with her small hand, and the person in the photo looked at her.

Very strange.

"Am I really you?"

Her gaze shifted from the photo to her hands. They were a pair of short, round little hands. Feng Lan stared at them and inexplicably felt that her hands were longer, and the position of the calluses on them was also different.

"I'm sure it's not you."

Feng Lan muttered to herself. She stuffed the photo into the bag and put it back on the table, then sat in the classroom in a daze for a while.

"hiss."

When she stood up, she felt a slight pain in her body. Feng Lan rolled up her sleeves. It was a bit cold in the morning, so she put on a thin jacket over her short-sleeved summer school uniform. She saw the wound on her arm that she had touched at some point.

However, it is impossible for ordinary bumps to cause such wounds.

There were bruises and purples, as well as many pinch marks, curling iron and cigarette burns. Some of the wounds had healed, while others were still fresh. Feng Lan lifted up her skirt because of the pain and found many scars on her waist. She touched it gently and it was a little painful, as if her internal organs were injured. After rolling up a part of her trouser legs, Feng Lan saw the same hideous wounds as expected.

She stood up and sat back down, thinking calmly.

It seemed like there was a bug in the world. She was just sitting here doing nothing, so why did she have so many wounds on her body?

Could it be that her world is some third-rate fantasy novel, and she just happens to be the unlucky NPC whose wound was transferred by the protagonist?

A series of strange fantasies flashed through Feng Lan's mind very quickly. Otherwise, she really couldn't figure out why so many wounds suddenly appeared on her body.

It's impossible that she is a ghost who is dead and unaware.

Perhaps the sunlight in the classroom was too bright, Feng Lan couldn't help but fall asleep on the table.

"Wake up! Why are you sleeping? Hey, go get us a bottle of water!"

Feng Lan was kicked while she was in a daze. The kick was not light and it hit her right on the waist, knocking her off her seat. She fell to the ground with a loud noise. Before she could react, she heard laughter from all directions.

"Hahahaha—look at her sleeping like a dead pig!"

"It's so annoying! Can't she be a little quieter? The noise is so loud when she hits the ground."

"Tsk, she's like a mute all day long. Her studies are just so-so. I didn't even see her get first place in the exam. She's only in the top 100..."

The whispers in her ears were so disturbing that Feng Lan opened her eyes. The pale light in the classroom shone on her face. She looked at the yellow ceiling with cobwebs and did not react for a moment.

Feng Lan closed his eyes and did not move, but the body moved and slowly got up from the ground. The overly long bangs covered the eyes. Two crumpled coins hit Feng Lan's face and then fell lightly to the ground.

"Go ahead, are you deaf?"

Feng Lan finally woke up from that unreal state. She lifted her bangs that were in the way, raised her eyes and stared at the three students in front of her who were gazing at her with their arms crossed.

"What are you looking at!" Feng Lan's gaze made the girl feel uncomfortable, and without thinking, she stretched out her foot to kick him again.

Feng Lan grabbed the ankle that was stretched out and pulled it back hard. With his other hand, he hit the person in front of him hard in the abdomen and threw her aside.

"Ah—you're rebelling!"

"Are you OK?!"

The other two girls looked at Feng Lan who was resisting with some disbelief. One of them hurried to help the girl on the ground, while the other walked up to Feng Lan angrily and wanted to push her.

Feng Lan frowned and easily slapped the man's hand away, "Don't touch me."

She stepped on the light paper money on the ground and wiped it away, hitting the student on the ground. "Don't you have hands?"

While speaking, Feng Lan hooked the overturned stool with one foot and touched her aching waist. She still felt very uncomfortable. She looked around and found herself in the classroom, but not the one she had been in before.

This classroom is very shabby. The wall paint, which may have been white in the past, has turned yellow and is peeling off at the edges and corners. There are also many cobwebs in every corner. There are only four fans and six long energy-saving light bulbs hanging on the ceiling.

There were not many people in the classroom, but they were all staring at Feng Lan in surprise. Everyone was sitting in their seats, looking at the four of them as if they were watching a play.

Especially the rebellious Feng Lan, who seemed to be watching something strange.

Feng Lan couldn't figure out where she was, but the three people in front of her were obviously unhappy with her resistance.

The girl who was kicked by her also stood up, pointing at her with the hands wearing rings and bracelets, cursing her dirty words. The other two girls were obviously led by her, and the three of them surrounded Feng Lan in the classroom openly, wanting to teach her a lesson.