Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 688 Anti-80 First Bear (11)

Wang Youzhi, who was outside the energy circle, withdrew his hands in confusion. He could not feel anything now. Could it be that something was wrong in the sky?

My colleagues next to me seemed to be experiencing the same thing, and they all started to frown.

They could already sense the situation inside the school, and with a little effort, they could even pull out one of the souls inside to ask what was going on.

But now that everything is gone, the energy ball seems to have become more powerful.

Wang Youzhi quickly reported to his superiors and began to try to form an array with a few people to explore its mysteries.

However, what is certain at present is that there is definitely not just one space inside.

According to the timeline, it should be late at night now, but the sky outside hasn't changed.

After finishing his meal, Xiong Bufan carried his luggage and strolled slowly towards the classroom.

No one can say that Xiong Bufan doesn't love learning; no one loves learning more than her.

The classroom where Zhao Yuru was located had more than half of its students gone.

Everyone slumped listlessly on the classroom desks. There was no food, and the cafeteria was too dangerous; they might as well just wait to starve to death.

After all, starving to death isn't so painful.

Time cycles, but resources don't refresh, which is really absurd.

Wen Nuan kept staring at Xiong Bufan's table, wondering what was edible and where Xiong Bufan had gone.

When Xiong Bufan returned to his desk, he startled Wen Nuan. "Why are you back?"

"Why can't I come back?"

Wen Nuan was taken aback by the question, then said, "I thought, I thought it was you,"

Xiong Bufan kicked him, saying, "Don't talk to me, you stutterer."

Warmth: "Waaah," she just wanted to put it more gently.

The school bell rang, and the gas-shaped person searched the school but couldn't find anyone who could be a teacher, so they started looking in the classrooms.

The students sitting in the first row were pushed up first, and Wang Qing was the first one to be pushed up.

She escaped being reported 80 times, but she couldn't escape having to stand on the podium and give a lecture. Now she feels a deep sense of despair.

The air-shaped figure was still watching from all sides of the classroom, so Wang Qing had no choice but to bite the bullet and start speaking. Fortunately, she had participated in many speech competitions before, so after a brief moment of fear on the stage, she quickly got into the zone according to the book.

Xiong Bufan yawned, looked at Wang Qing who was speaking eloquently on the podium, and opened his book.

Less than three minutes later, Xiong Bufan fell asleep on the table again.

The books and the teacher's voice seemed to have a magical power, always drawing Xiong Bufan into his dreams.

Inside this energy sphere, Xiong Bufan is probably the one who lives the most carefree life.

Wang Qing's throat was hoarse from talking, but she still dared not stop, and could not even drink water, for fear that those people with the air of their bodies would find something to use against her and take her away.

For her, a class seemed to last an exceptionally long time, as if it had no end.

Looking at Xiong Bufan sleeping soundly, Wen Nuan started passing around little notes. Since this person had returned, it proved that he was most likely the mastermind behind the scenes.

Many small groups have collapsed, and now only they are left. If they don't work hard, they will be trapped here forever.

So now, when they encounter a BOSS, even if they can't defeat it alone, they still have to give it a try.

The crumpled paper flew around the classroom, but Xiong Bufan was unaware of it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Xiong Bufan slowly opened his eyes, only to find that all the students in the class had vanished in an instant. He scratched his head in confusion and went back to sleeping on his desk.

Kongkong is sleeping, so asking is pointless.

Warmth and the students in the class spread the news they had received everywhere, and some even climbed up to the broadcasting room to spread it.

To prevent Xiong Bufan from discovering this, the students deliberately missed the classroom where Xiong Bufan was.

The little notes that were usually used for casual chatting in class formed a huge network among all the students in the school. They agreed on a time to take down the big boss and search for the so-called truth.

Those who have survived now all have some skills.

The news spread rapidly from Xiong Bufan's class, and within just two classes, almost all the students in the school knew about it, except for Xiong Bufan.

During the third break, all the students gathered in the small square. This time, they weren't watching the whistleblower report; they stood silently together, cheering each other on.

Xiong Bufan stood by the window, looking at the people below, and felt a pang of trypophobia.

"I'm going to report them, report all these people, including myself and Zhao Yuru," because these people don't include her in their group.

Upon hearing the command, all the air-form beings quickly arrived at the small square.

The people in the small square also flew into the air uncontrollably. They quickly realized what was going on. Someone had reported them. They spotted Xiong Bufan standing in front of the window and knew they had been exposed. They began to curse Xiong Bufan incessantly.

"You bastard, we have no grudge against each other, why are you treating us like this?"

One person started cursing, and the rest joined in.

"You're shameless, you're Zhao Yuru."

"You won't get away with this."

"We'll haunt you even as ghosts."

.......

Xiong Bufan covered his ears, not angry, but continued, "They're still talking to me, and my fragile little heart is hurt."

The sound wasn't very loud, but the person in the air-form heard it.

A chorus of screams erupted in the small square; it turned out that the air hand had ripped out their tongues.

This time, Xiong Bufan opened his ears; the screams seemed to be mournful music commemorating Zhao Yuru's death.

Almost all the students in the school are now under control. After standing by the window and watching for a while, Xiong Bufan left the classroom.

This energy sphere contains two spaces: one for ordinary people, and the other for those who have been selected by Xiong Bufan and the Qi-shaped person and have not done anything wrong.

As for those killed by the air-form people, their souls wander endlessly in the courtyard, receiving instruction from the air-form people.

Here, death is never a release, but merely another form of suffering.

Of course, the Qi-form people wouldn't teach them for nothing; they would slowly absorb their soul power to maintain the operation of the entire energy sphere.

Xiong Bufan looked at the hundreds of people who had been selected, but he didn't react. They were still unconscious, as if they were asleep.

The original owner has already avenged himself, but how to go to university is another matter.

Among those who are in a coma are many teachers and good students. If Xiong Bufan were to study here, it wouldn't be impossible for him to go to university.

After making up his mind, Xiong Bufan woke up a teacher and took out his high school textbooks, test papers, and supplementary materials to prepare for studying.

The teacher's memories have been partially erased; she only knows that she is to teach students, and the one in front of her is her only student.