Zong Jiu said perfunctorily, “Then we'll just follow along. We're going to die anyway. With this many people, if we really die, since everyone's buried together, atleast we won't get lonely.”
Everyone else, “...”
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Xu Su was too anxious, “What's going on? Poor brother Jiu won't be caught by the old lady who turned into a corpse and be the wife of the coffin for her, right?!”
Zhuge dark: “...”
This imagination is unnecessary.
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The white-haired young man said indifferently, “We are in the dungeon now, the devil is playing the teacher, and I am a student. Trainees and trainees can't fight each other. In the long run, you can't kill each other in the trainee dormitory. It's the same until the end of the game.”
“Except for the class being wiped out in the next exam, can he kill me?”
“That being the case, he can't kill me, why should I be afraid of him?”
Other people: “...”
For a while, I felt that these remarks were very reasonable, and I couldn't refute them.
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“Teacher Nan, why is your shoe surface so dirty? Is it raining outside?”
“Oh, this one.”
No. 1 bends the corner of his mouth, “I was stepped on by a cat, it doesn't get in the way.”
“There are still cats in our school?” The faceless man doubted.
“Of course, a silver gradient.”
The devil smiled deeper, “fierce, but still cute.”
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“Hi.”
Zong Jiu: “...”
Hi you big head ghost.
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[To everyone in Class 9:]
I really really like when I am with you, whether it is entering an infinite loop or before entering an infinite loop, these are my happiest days.
This time, I did not fulfill my promise, because I really like Class 9 too much.
As the diary says, there must be someone who sacrifices. Why can't that person be me?
I'm leaving now, don't worry about me, this is my own choice, no one is forcing me. If you really want to thank me, then live your life.
[Definitely, I must live well, even with my share]
In the end, a big smiling face was drawn on the white paper, with the corners of his mouth cocked, exactly the same as when he laughed on the 15th on a weekday.
But they can't see the face of the Number 15 anymore, never again.
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On the empty desk, the handwriting written on the desk with a black pen.
Mant of the words written on it have no subsequent text in half of the writing. The only string of words that can be connected into a sentence is–
“I'll beg you for the remaining ninety-seven people, Brother Nine.”
At the end of the note, there is small smiley face painted on the 15th note.
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Eight hundred and two points, only three points more than seven hundred and ninety-nine, but to light a lamp for the other ninety-eight people walking in the dark.
The lamplighter smiled and waved at them, followed behind the long-lost No. 15, ran away from them disappeared into the boundless darkness forever, never looked back.
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danmei lines
RandomThis is basically lines that I copied, and is currently chilling in my clipboard lol The lines here isn't in order, since I would reread some parts of the novel based on my mood, and when I would read that line again, I would copy it and not caring...
