"So...... Just draw a most memorable experience and finish it before the end of the lesson. ”

Seeing that none of the students under the podium spoke, Zhang Er paused slightly, and then made a conclusion on the theme of the painting.

Hearing this, dozens of students bowed their heads one by one, took out blank sheets of paper from their desks, and spread them on the table.

Seeing this, Zhang Er exhaled softly.

I was worried that they didn't bring any painting tools...... It seems that there is something uncontrollable for the next plot development.

But their current actions have dispelled this concern.

But Zhang Er just wanted to take two deep breaths, but he almost choked on the picture that appeared later-

After the students in the audience laid out the papers, they each started a series of indescribable ...... And make him feel the act of the heartbeat.

Right in front of Zhang Er, the student who had been alerting the other students abruptly and forcefully grabbed his left index finger.

Because her whole body had been blistered and unusually swollen and soft, the index finger couldn't hold on for a few seconds before it was ripped off with a "rattle".

It wasn't a thick stream of blood coming out of the wound...... Rather, it is a mixture of crimson crumbs and various translucent liquids.

The schoolgirl began to draw on the paper with her index finger in her bodily fluids.

Seeing this, Zhang Er felt a familiar feeling suddenly appear in his stomach......

But he reacted immediately, squeezing his hands hard and stomping his feet slightly......

And then I suffocated the desire that had a very clear origin!

At this moment, dozens of students in the audience have begun to paint in their own ways like a group of demons.

For example, many students sitting around the student in front of them took out one of their eyeballs and squeezed them with their hands, smearing the liquid from the eyeballs on the white paper.

Some tore open their abdominal cavity and took out a large mass of indescribable maroon organs, which they rubbed vigorously on the paper.

The beauty of this picture...... is constantly refreshing Zhang Er's cognitive limits, making it very difficult for him to look directly at ......

But he still re-corrected again and again...... And force yourself to smile and look at what is happening right now...... Treat it as a "too normal thing to be normal".

A long time has passed......

Some of the students seemed to have finished painting, stopped the various "brushes" in their hands one by one, and then looked up at Zhang Er again in a stunned manner.

Zhang Er knew that they were waiting for him to review the manuscript.

So he stepped down from the podium and cautiously walked to one of the students.

Although the preparations have been made......

But when it came time to really look at those indescribable pictures, Zhang Er was still a little overwhelmed......

The white paper in front of him has been completely soaked with blood and body fluids, and it looks like it is wet and soft.

Zhang Er didn't even dare to use force, for fear that if he was not careful, he would destroy the "masterpiece" at hand, and God knows if it would be directly NG......

On the paper, there was a blur of flesh and blood, and it was impossible to tell what the student was trying to draw and express.

"Teacher...... How's it going? ”

The student next to him opened his mouth slightly, and his voice was deeper and rougher than that of the previous female student, and the female features could no longer be heard at all.

"Hmmm......"

Although Zhang Er is still calm on the surface...... But there is an urgent desire to scratch my ears and cheeks in my heart.

What the fuck is this drawing......

And asked me if I drew well?

I can only say that it is terrible, okay!

Just looking at ...... It was like picking maggot meat from a rotting corpse and eating it raw.

The paper was still wet, making the fingers that Zhang Er was gently grasping on each hand tremble slightly......

After a long time, he still couldn't decide what kind of answer he should give.

"Teacher?"

The student's voice sounded again as if urging him, and Zhang Er's teeth couldn't help but tremble.

He knows...... This is a proposition.

Once you answer incorrectly and cause NG to be generated, then the surroundings will suddenly be dark and silent.

And ...... for yourself Then you have to wait for the next time you can find them.

But......

Zhang Er looked down slightly at his figure, which had been completely "blessed".

He knew that with his current state and the speed at which he was transformed into a giant...... It is absolutely impossible to support itself until that time.

What to do......

What to answer?

Say it's good to draw?

Poorly drawn?

But I didn't even know what he was drawing......

Zhang Er settled down again.

Be calm...... Zhang Er, it's not that time yet.

If you have to give a reply now...... You can first give a vague answer to test the other party's tone.

I silently affirmed my thoughts in my heart.

"You...... You can draw it in more detail. ”

Zhang Er pondered for a few seconds before replying.

However, the group of ghost students failed to fulfill Zhang Er's wishes.

"Teacher...... Can you tell me about my drawing...... What is it? ”

When Zhang Er heard this, he couldn't help but want to jump to scold his mother.

What the hell are you drawing......

Uh, right...... It's true that only ghosts know, but Lao Tzu is not a fucking ghost!

Although it is given a fixed proposition, it is said to be "the most memorable experience......

But the concept of memorability is also too broad......

Take your life to guess?

There are too many possibilities, right......

"Teacher...... Can you tell me what I'm drawing? ”

The student's voice sounded again, and the sentences, tone, and even tone were exactly the same as before, as if the recorded voice had been replayed for the second time.

"You painted it...... Isn't it one of the most memorable experiences? ”

Zhang Er replied with a stiff face.

The voice fell.

Zhang Er noticed that at this moment, all the students around him turned their fat heads around.

Then he looked at himself one by one......

"Teacher...... Can you tell me what I'm drawing? ”

The same words rang out again......

The atmosphere of the whole classroom has reached a very delicate level.

Zhang Er knew, I'm afraid hesitating for a while...... It's time to write a few last words and leave them on you......

He couldn't help but feel like slapping himself.

I knew that I should have asked them to draw an apple each, why didn't I think of it before...... Actually gave such a complex and broad theme......

But even then, they certainly won't spare themselves...... No matter what proposition is given, it is likely that in the end, you will dig a big hole for yourself.

Zhang Er looked at the group of ghost students who were staring at him.

He suddenly recalled that this group of students had died long ago in reality, and he had given a proposition of "the most unforgettable experience", so the word "most" was the only content that could be studied in this proposition.

So the most memorable experience of my life......

Does death count?

Zhang Er gritted his teeth.

Let's take it as this......

Bet on it!

"You painted it...... It's the experience of dying, right? ”

Zhang Erqiang replied with a calm and smiling face.

The voice fell again, but the ghost students around him ...... still stared at Zhang Er, so that the latter always had a feeling of cold hair behind him.

Seconds passed, and the ghost student beside him nodded.

"Hmm...... That's right, I'm drawing her dead. ”

With that, he pointed to another student not far away.

Zhang Erden broke out in a cold sweat.

OK...... I only said about the death experience, and I didn't say "your death experience", otherwise I am afraid that it would have been NG at this moment.

Isn't it a fool of a mother......

And the most memorable experience was someone else's death?

Who could have guessed that......

Seeing that he had already coped with the past, Zhang Er silently retreated and walked to the side of several other students who had finished drawing.

The next plot went very smoothly.

Relying on the almighty "death experience", Zhang Er successfully persuaded several other students to "find fault".

Before you know it, time flies by......

Seeing that it was already time for the end of class.

Zhang Er sighed secretly, as long as he held on until the bell rang for the end of class, this abnormal incident should be over.

However, the devil did not fulfill people's wishes.

Just when Zhang Er finished all the students' questions and was about to end class-

"Teacher, we have one more question."

A student suddenly asked Zhang Er.

Well......?

And also?

Zhang Er felt a little uneasy, but on the surface he still had to give an answer.

"Hmm...... Ask. ”

I don't know when it started...... All the ghost students raised their heads and looked at where Zhang Er was.

Then another student slowly spoke:

"Teacher."

"Although you know, we're all drawing everyone's death......"

"But ......"

The stiff voice was a change of voice.

"Teacher."

"You know ......"

"We ......"

"How the hell did you die?"

The pupils in Zhang Er's eyes shrank suddenly!