Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing turned her head and met that ashen, youthful face.

From this angle, you can vaguely see his right eye through the gaps in his bangs. His pupil is deep black and bright, reminiscent of a puppy's eye, but it is dark and lifeless.

When he saw Number 11 suddenly appear, Feng Peng was so scared that his legs cramped. The scene of crushing Zhao Hui's hand bones was still vivid in his mind. Who did this killing god want to kill this time?

Liang Zaibing showed no fear whatsoever. She stood up deftly, returned the seat to him, and took the empty seat on the left.

Number 11 sat back in his seat, his gaze falling habitually on the Xuan paper that hadn't been taken away.

"I am a murderer who deserves to go to hell" was followed by three hastily written words: You are not.

Noticing what he was looking at, Liang Zaibing realized that it was probably something she had subconsciously written while reminiscing.

"Excuse me, I'll take it now." Liang Zaibing said, trying to pull the sheet of Xuan paper away, but failed.

Number 11 pressed down on the Xuan paper without saying a word.

Liang Zaibing didn't know what he wanted to do, but she still let go of his hand.

Number 11 flattened the sheet of Xuan paper covered in ink powder, folded it into a small square, and tucked it between the pages of the book. Then he did nothing more.

It looks like a small, standby robot vacuum cleaner.

Liu Ying sat far away from number 11, not daring to speak loudly. "What does he want to do here?"

With a vengeful ghost right behind her, Mo Qiuping remained calm. "Looks like they're here for class."

"Go to class?" Feng Peng trembled uncontrollably. "What a joke, why would a ghost go to class?"

Liang Zaibing pulled a copy of the Tao Te Ching from under the table and flipped through it casually. "Because he is not only a ghost, but also a student of the Five Virtues Academy, isn't it perfectly normal for him to obey the academy's arrangements?"

Even in death, he was still a student who needed to be disciplined.

“But…” Feng Peng didn’t voice his rebuttal.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man in a long gown entered. He wore a pair of old-fashioned round glasses on his nose, looking exactly like a pedantic scholar who had stepped out of a picture book.

The people in the classroom immediately fell silent.

It goes without saying that one of the school's rules is to keep quiet in the classroom.

They didn't want to test the waters and see what the consequences would be of breaking the rules in front of Number 11.

Seeing that they were as quiet as chickens, the man in the long robe didn't waste any words. He stood on the podium, took out the book tucked under his arm, and began to give a lecture in a fluent and engaging manner.

"Since you are new students, I will start my first lesson by telling you about the origin of Wude Academy."

"The Five Virtues come from the five virtues in the Analects: gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and humility, among which the most important is 'respect'."

"Be respectful and filial to your parents. You should know the hardships and sacrifices they made in raising you. If you don't even respect your parents, you don't deserve to be a human being..."

The gentleman spoke with great passion and spittle flying everywhere. If Liang Zaibing hadn't been sitting in the second row, his tongue would have been slapped across his forehead.

Liang Zaibing leaned back, and her back pressed against the uneven wall plaster.

From this angle, you can see the entire classroom clearly.

Feng Peng and Liu Ying listened intently to the lecture with their eyes wide open, but they knew without a doubt that this nonsense would be discarded by their brains as garbage information in a couple of days.

Sheng Jingyu kept a straight face, with an annoyed expression that said, "I'm not going to listen to your nonsense."

Mo Qiuping lowered her head, nodding occasionally, seemingly listening intently, though she had actually been walking for a while.

Liang Zaibing also wanted to sleep, but her stomach was growling loudly with hunger, and she couldn't sleep at all.

The teacher probably heard his rumbling stomach protest, and changed the subject, saying, "Don't think the school's arrangement is unreasonable. The academy deliberately scheduled evening classes between training and dinner so that you could understand the course ideas more deeply when you are hungry."

If you starve a person for two days, as long as you give them food, they'll not only reveal these feudal remnants from the last century, but they'll also spill their bank card PINs.

The teacher suddenly rolled up the book in his hand and pointed to the back row, "You, stand up."

Liang Zaibing paused, then pointed to herself, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you. You will lead the pre-meal confession and tell us how many things you have done to disobey your parents over the years."

Let's resume pre-meal confession and stop stitching together Christianity, okay? Okay.

They really treat them like Pavlov's dogs. They have to confess before being fed, and every time they're out, they reflexively confess and admit their mistakes before eating. Just thinking about it makes me sick and I can't eat.

Liang Zaibing's eyes lit up with a mischievous idea. She immediately pinched her thigh hard, and tears streamed down her face. "You know, I've never met my parents since I was a child."

All eyes fell on him, bewildered and confused.

What kind of show is this?

The teacher stared wide-eyed in surprise, "Then why did you come to the academy?"

“I grew up in an orphanage and never had the chance to be filial to my parents. I hate myself for being so unfilial and disrespectful.” Liang Zaibing looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, full of shame.

“I had long admired the reputation of Wude Academy when I was in school, so as soon as I finished the exam, I applied to the dean to come here to study how to be filial to my parents.”

The gentleman stroked a tuft of beard approvingly. "Not bad, this student is very conscientious. You go eat first, next."

Liang Zaibing rushed towards the cafeteria like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins.

Anyone who has been to school knows that food that isn't fought over has no soul.

But when he got to the cafeteria, he realized that there was no need to fight for some food.

A few pieces of white tofu floated in the beige broth, along with stir-fried pork with chives containing negligible amounts of meat, and stir-fried cabbage with rotten cabbage stalks.

It's practically swill and pig feed!

Oh no, even pigs eat much better than them. In the pig food videos, at least there are fresh sweet potatoes and cabbages, seasonal fruits like bayberries and peaches, and the portions are large and filling.

He even started to miss the low-fat meals he fed the birds in the last dungeon; at least they looked decent.

Liang Zaibing stared silently at the plate of kitchen waste, not touching it until everyone else came to the cafeteria.

Then the number of people staring blankly at the plates increased to five.

Liu Ying wanted to buy food in the mall, but found that every item was grayed out and locked.

"How could that be? We can't buy food?"

Liang Zaibing tapped his plate idly; he had browsed the online store ages ago.

This stupid online store just doesn't want them to have a comfortable life.

Of course, the above statement was made in anger. If the store locks a certain type of item in a dungeon, it can only be because that item would disrupt the game balance or violate certain rules.

In short, just don't use it.

Unlike their inability to eat, the other students in the cafeteria seemed like ruthless rice-eating machines, quickly stuffing mouthfuls of food into their mouths, leaving not a single grain.

On the mottled white wall, several strokes of the red slogan "Who knows that every grain on the plate is the result of hard work" have been missing, making it look rather incongruous.

A huge clock hung above the slogan. Although it was already 7:30 pm, the time showed 12:05, and the hands were rotating counterclockwise, tick by tick.

"Eat up, we only have five minutes left."

After Liang Zaibing finished speaking, she lowered her head and ate her rice, swallowing it without chewing it much.

Fortunately, the lady serving him the food had a shaky hand, so the portion size wasn't too large.

Feng Peng hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and his face turned even more unpleasant than a bitter melon.

"I'm not eating it anyway."

Sheng Jingyu slammed down his chopsticks, almost knocking over the plate, and then crossed his arms, sulking to himself.

Mo Qiuping silently picked up her food and pointed to the food serving window.

After everyone had ordered their food, the serving dishes were removed from the window. However, the cafeteria lady didn't go to the kitchen. Instead, she held a large cleaver in each hand and coldly surveyed each student eating.

Seeing a student who had gotten up to put down his plate with a piece of vegetable still in his bowl, he rushed over and swiftly chopped off the student's head.

Blood spurted from the carotid artery all the way to the ceiling.

"Don't waste your life if you don't want to die."