After making this decision, Ye Shuo felt relieved. He slowly put down his pen and looked in Huangfu Li's direction again.

At this time, Huangfu Li was still meditating, and the old monk was in meditation, without even the idea of ​​being chosen. Ye Shuo couldn't help but snort with contempt.

I don’t know who he would write. Anyway, like the guy who treats human life as much as grass, no matter who he writes, he will not feel guilty, right?

As for Dan Tai Jing, Cen Ling and others, they also wrote their names early on, all of which looked leisurely. If it weren't for the personal experience last night, no one would have thought that they were one of the "real prisoners".

The strangest thing is Chen Antong... Ye Shuo frowned. She has been writing hard all the time. If she just wrote a name, it wouldn't take so long, right? Is it a bluff? Or...?

No... Could it be that! Ye Shuo suddenly felt nervous. That girl has never been a trustworthy companion, and it is not uncommon to set up traps and stab her in the back. Now the mentor has given a 100-point contribution point reward. Will she betray all of them for those contribution points...?

The more Ye Shuo thought about it, the more likely he felt. So, what should he do? What should he do to stop her?

While the instructor was not careful, Ye Shuo quietly pulled out a piece of white paper from the desk, pulled off a corner, and quickly wrote a few words on it. Then he crumpled the paper into a ball, preparing to seize the opportunity and throw it to Chen Antong.

While he was looking around like a thief and looking for opportunities carefully, suddenly, a gaze fell on him. Ye Shuo subconsciously turned his head and easily found the source of his gaze.

That person had little contact with him on weekdays, but the other person looked at him with a deep meaning, as if he had discovered some of his own big secrets. When the two of them were gaze, Ye Shuo even saw the corners of his lips bent and smiled strangely at him.

Ye Shuo was stunned. At this time, perhaps because he was attracted by the movements nearby, the student beside the man also raised his head and looked at him.

Ye Shuo's heart that had just been put down was suddenly lifted up again, and his neck was pinched hard by a pair of dry hands, feeling difficult to breathe. The pen in his hand couldn't help but fall onto the table, making a "bang" sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet classroom.

With more and more eyes coming, Ye Shuo's mind suddenly became blank. Didn't his behavior just now look like he was guilty? But now he couldn't explain, so he could only watch those people lower their heads thoughtfully, lifted their pen and started writing something on the paper, then-

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He only felt that a bottomless abyss seemed to be cracked under his feet. Everything in the classroom was leaving him, and he was falling into the darkness... falling...

"Now, everyone passes the paper from behind to front."

The instructor's cold voice pulled him back to reality.

Ye Shuo collapsed in his seat and waited until the paper from the classmate in the back row reached his hand. He raised his eyes and took a look at the instructor, and at the same time tried to turn the paper to find out if his name was on it.

"Don't make small moves." The instructor coughed dryly, which scared Ye Shuo to tremble all over. He always felt that the instructor's words just now were what he said to him. In a hurry, he didn't dare to look carefully. He subconsciously turned over his paper and put it in it, and handed it to the students in the front row.

As the paper was uploaded, Ye Shuo felt that he had just handed over his life into those papers.

The pieces of paper from each group were soon concentrated in the hands of the instructor. He flipped briefly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that everyone's ideas are consistent."

What does this sentence mean? Ye Shuo's mind was rapidly changing. At this time, the instructor had already spoken again: "Okay, let's start sing votes. The squad leader came up to help with statistics."

The class monitor in this class is the formerly teenager in a gorgeous costume who claimed to be "very rich at home". In Ye Shuo's impression, this person is mediocre and has no outstanding abilities in all aspects. So the position of this class monitor is probably also indispensable for some "blind-box operations"-

The young man walked to the blackboard tremblingly, and after a long time of hard work, he finally picked up a piece of chalk. The instructor glanced at him with satisfaction, as if he liked to see the fear of the students facing death.

"Guan Wentao, one vote." Picking up the first piece of paper, the instructor slowly pronounced a name.

The class monitor suddenly felt relieved, as if he had just walked past the edge of death. When he wrote his name in front of the blackboard and drew the first horizontal line right below, the face of another student below had become as pale as dead.

The vote-singing is going on in such an atmosphere. When everyone is read, they will show an expression as if they were stabbed in the chest. Ye Shuo and Wen Cheng are also among the nominations. Their votes are obviously far ahead. Ye Shuo could feel that his clenched fists were already full of sweat.

"Cai Jun, one vote."

With a "bang", the chalk in the squad leader's hand fell to the ground. "Cai Jun" was his own name.

Cai Jun had a pale face and looked back at the instructor in disbelief, as if he was praying that he had heard it wrong.

The instructor glared at him expressionlessly: "Write! Why are you still standing there?"

Cai Jun's eyes were wide open with a deaf ear, and he leaned over to pick up the chalk and wrote it on the blackboard stroke by stroke. This was definitely the most difficult name he had ever written in his life. Because his fingers were trembling too hard, the chalk in his hand was pinched into two pieces by him.

"Below," the instructor flipped the piece of paper. When he picked up the next piece, his expression suddenly became very strange, but no matter what, it meant pride.

"Ye Shuo, one vote." After scrutinizing like admiration, the instructor pronounced his name.

There must be a problem... Ye Shuo stared at the instructor tightly. If the paper was just a name, why did he have to look at it for so long? That paper...what was written on that paper?

However, at his angle, even if he stretched his neck, he still couldn't see any content on the piece of paper.

...

After the whole vote-singing, Ye Shuo noticed that Huangfu Li had only one vote, and that should be voted for him by himself, "the only vote"... This guy is indeed very popular here...

However, this is not something he needs to care about now... because now his votes and Wen Cheng have become tied for first place. There is only one piece of paper left, which means that in that piece of paper... they will determine their life and death...!

Please... divide the votes... Ye Shuo prayed secretly, hoping that the piece of paper would be someone else's words, and then...and... although I don't know what will happen, at least one more moment is to delay it, and maybe things will turn around...!

The instructor slowly opened the piece of paper.

"Wen Cheng, one vote."

Ye Shuo and Wen Cheng's faces were stiff at the same time.

Ye Shuo discovered that he did not have any joy of survival. In his heart, he was filled with shock and despair.

How could it be...How could it be Wen Cheng? Is Wen Cheng going to die?! How can I save him?

Before he could come up with a solution, Wen Cheng's out of control and desperate screams rang in the classroom.

"No...I don't want to die...!! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

He has always been timid and has always hidden himself in the corner. For the first time, he roared in front of the mentor and in front of everyone.

"Save... Help!!" With a roar, Wen Cheng jumped up from his seat and rushed towards the classroom door madly, "Dad! Mom! Save me!"

Before his hand could touch the door handle, a bloody flower exploded in front of everyone's eyes.

His head exploded with a "bang", like a watermelon that was shattered. Only a blood-stained neck was left, supporting it emptyly, and the blood from the fountain soon flowed all over his body.

After a while, his body slowly fell down. A pool of blood quietly dissipated, and the corners of the desks in the first row were stained with bits of blood.

"No--" The blood was reflected in Ye Shuo's pupils, as if it had fallen into his heart.

The scenes of acquaintance with Wen Cheng gradually passed by. In my memory, the thin and timid boy, when he first came to the dormitory, kept talking about his death. Those eyes filled with fear are still shaking in Ye Shuo's mind.

In the first dormitory cleaning, he recklessly provoked his mentor, and Wen Cheng stood up. Even though he was scared, he still grabbed him and said to the mentor, "We will go running."

It was him who took himself to see the live wire and abandoned mailboxes, and told him about the sins of this training class...

On the night he went crazy, he stopped him, and for the first time he told himself the real reason why he came here. He once loved life so much, and he still had his own dreams. He just wanted to live quietly...

Werewolf killing, mirror space... so many thrilling things, he accompanied him to come over. At first, the timid he had already begun to grow into a warrior in these adventures.

He is reborn and becoming outstanding. If he can go out from here, he will definitely be able to face himself more bravely and lead a new life... But why, God no longer gives him a chance?

He has always endured all kinds of indescribable fears, but he still did not blame his family. Even at the end of his life, he still cared about them and hoped that they would come to save him... He really believed in the wrong person... He believed in the wrong family and the wrong himself...

If at the beginning, if he had not insisted on pulling him into an alliance and not willingly pulling him to resist, maybe he could still survive now. Even if he lived humble, at least he could still live, breathe alive, and see the rising sun every day... But now, there is nothing left. Just like the victims in the clock tower, there is nothing left...

Ye Shuo's eyes were already bloodshot. Last night when Yan Ziqing died, he swore that he must protect everyone around him and never let his friends be hurt again, but now Wen Cheng's death is like a loud slap in the face, slapping him hard in the face.

In the end, he still couldn't do anything.

The instructor stood next to Wen Cheng's corpse, with a sense of high indifference and disgust in his eyes. It seemed that the person lying on the ground now was just an ant.

"The health committee member cleaned up the place. The chief later notified each class. In the afternoon of three days later, all students who had positions, including the dormitory director, would be unified in the conference room."

Ye Shuo didn't remember what the mentor said next. After he left, Huangfu Li and others stood up and left. Looking at their cold backs, Ye Shuo's empty eyes suddenly returned to their focal length and rushed over madly.

"Are you you guys?! Did you vote for Wen Cheng?"

Huangfu Li did not answer, and this silence was seen as guilty and accused by Ye Shuo. He began to yell even more angrily:

"You said it when the werewolf killing game. In the absence of a wolve on the field, casting a player who is obviously not a god is the best choice, even if you know that he just wants to be a paddler!"

"And before, when Yan Ziwei was eroded by chips, you had never tried to make any efforts. Your first decision was to kill him! This is what you call abandoning the horse and protecting the car!"

"Wen Cheng is timid and weak, and he really can't do anything for the team. So in order to save other 'useful people', do you want to kill him?!"

After Ye Shuo made accusations, Huangfu Li just answered three words lightly: "I don't."

"Lie!" Ye Shuo roared, "If you didn't vote for him," his fingers trembled across everyone, "If you didn't vote for him, why did his votes become the highest? Where did those votes come from?"

"You vote but you dare not admit it. This is even more hateful than voting!"

Cen Ling frowned, walked between the two of them, and said lightly: "The purpose of the mentor is to split us and make everyone distrust each other. Isn't this what you said yourself? In any case, his goal has been achieved now. Just a little voting thing can make us split."

"This is not a trivial matter!" Ye Shuo was shocked by the cold blood in his words, "This is a life!!"

"Don't change the subject!" After coming back to his senses, Ye Shuo raised his voice again, "Although the tutor has no good intentions to all of us, he will not deliberately target a certain student! So the votes are indeed true!"

"What do you want?" Cen Ling also raised his chin impatiently, "Are you going to break up?"

"If you like, go!" Lei Jiu shook his sleeves hard, "Who are you leaving Brother Blood Skeleton?"

Ye Shuo's body was shocked. Indeed, he could not defeat this training class by himself alone. He could do nothing about the chip in his mind alone... No matter how many companions Huangfu Li and his friends gave up, those surviving people still had to continue to tie them together, because they were the strong... This world always belongs to the strong...

"...Okay," In the end, Ye Shuo gritted his teeth and stared at them word by word, "I... can not mention these things for the time being... But after destroying the training class, we will calculate all the new and old hatreds together!"

...

After everyone left, Ye Shuo knelt alone next to Wen Cheng's headless body.

In fact, rationally, he also understood that Wen Cheng's words during the canvassing stage were the real source of death. Although others had never played werewolf killing, their mentality of "abandoning the horse and protecting the car" was the same. You first portrayed yourself as a useless pawn, how could you blame others for abandoning you...
Chapter completed!