While the old class had not arrived yet, the students quickly "pushed the cups" and passed on the homework that they did not complete last night back and forth.

Jiang Ye did not interfere with it. Because of the self-study class and the early morning, he had already finished his homework.

The teacher in each subject said that he had less homework and he could finish it in just twenty minutes. Whether it was liberal arts or science, there were six subjects. If he had some ink and had problems, he would not have enough homework to complete his homework without three hours.

"Have you heard that the Pujiang Bridge has been completely closed, and I don't know when it will open."

"I know, my dad didn't even walk over yesterday when he was going to drive there."

"It is said that a hidden pit was found under the bridge. The bridge was unstable and could not get on the bus. I finally found out that it was a big loss."

"Hey, have you played the new game? It's the 'bloody curse'."

"I've been fighting for a night, and today I'm probably going to be level 20. If my parents didn't urge me, it might have to be all night. It's so fun. I suggest you try it too."

"It's too expensive, the genuine version costs 128."

"But it's fun, it's not a loss."

Listening to the chattering of classmates around him, Jiang Ye looked at the prey anatomy manual in his hand. It contained the famous wilderness hunters' unique insights and analysis of creatures, fat layer, muscle tissue, bones, joints...

It's just too professional. Although Jiang Ye can learn, he always feels lacking in fun. He doesn't have the interesting book "Teaching you how to become a killer". The autobiography of a killer tells the story of a killer. The killing method is second-hand, mainly because the story is good enough and you can read it.

Guiying sat quietly on Jiang Ye's desk, quietly reading a children's illustration. Jiang Ye didn't know if he could understand it. Anyway, it was a book about infant education. When buying the books, he bought two books to tease Guiying.

"It's time to collect homework!" Seeing that it was already 7:30, the old class should come to the class for inspection later. Jiang Ye shouted and closed the homework at the same time.

The classroom, which was already a little noisy, suddenly became vast and mixed into a large area.

On Wednesday, July 15, at 7:55 am, the pre-bell rings.

The voices of talk in the classroom gradually became smaller and were waiting for the teacher to arrive in the first class.

As the bell rang, the teacher announced the get out of class was over. Jiang Ye did not stay for a long time but walked towards the Foreign Language Office with his homework book.

"Dongdong!" A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in." A lazy and magnetic voice rang out.

Jiang Ye walked in, and there were two other foreign language teachers in the office, and the other one should have gone to class so he didn't come back.

Jiang Ye stood beside Xia Ya with a smile, crossing her legs, and put the high homework book in her hand aside: "Teacher, the homework has been collected, and the next class is your class."

"Are you all?" Xia Ya leaned on the seat, picked up the water cup beside her, and glanced at the homework book in Jiang Ye's hand.

Jiang Ye nodded and said, "It's all."

At the same time, he slowly carried his hand and took out the saw bone axe from his backpack. After thinking about it, he still took it back. Even if it was cut, it would not be killed. He had tried so many times.

In other words, the problem must not be here, either the old teaching building or Xia Ya's own problem.

Xia Ya raised her hand and put her palm on Jiang Ye's cheek. There was a cold touch. Jiang Ye didn't feel any warmth. Instead, the hair on her body stood one by one. The two teachers on the other side of the classroom seemed to have not seen it at all.

In the blink of an eye, darkness turned before his eyes.

“Tick tick!”

The sound of clocks rotating on the office wall awakened Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye touched his neck, and his life span was reduced by another day, but fortunately, it was harmless for him now. The production life span of the entrance to the dungeon and the first floor of the big dungeon provided him with considerable help.

Looking at the side face of the person in front of him, Jiang Ye frowned. His physique had increased to 40, but he had no strength to resist. Is Xia Ya still the killing method of ordinary monsters?

Talk and laugh with other teachers, and they can even get along with the people around them.

But Jiang Ye knew that this was a murderer who could not blink.

As soon as the preparatory bell rang, Jiang Ye followed Xia Ya towards the classroom with Xia Ya's textbook.

After a listless morning, after having a meal, Jiang Ye took Guiying to the school’s information room. Most of the files were recorded here, including the files of Gui Teachers and Xia Ya’s files.

Even if you are expelled or your school is eliminated, files will be left, at least traces will be left.

The information room was on the top floor of the library. In the morning, the teacher on duty went for lunch. Jiang Ye walked to the closed door of the information room, took out the copied key, and opened the closed door with a click.

Jiang Ye told Shen Mengxi that he had all the classroom door keys, but it was not just a talk.

As soon as the door opened, a faint coldness came to my face. There was a deep corridor inside, with layers of bookshelves leading directly to the ceiling, and the closed windows and curtains around it were also half-covered, so that the light outside could not be shining in, and it was impossible to illuminate the entire information room.

The quiet information room was a bit weird.

Jiang Ye walked in boldly, not only because he was very skilled, but also because he knew that there was no abnormality. The top floor of the sixth floor of the No. 1 teaching building is a library, which is divided into two floors, and the uppermost floor is the information room.

They belong to the No. 1 teaching building, and other abnormalities are impossible to enter the No. 1 teaching building without Jiang Ye's permission.

"Da da da da!"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty classroom, and Jiang Ye walked towards the depths of the archives.

Each row has a large piece of archives, and every small box contains an archive. If you want to find archives from ten years ago, you have to find the batch from ten years ago.

The ghost baby on his neck had big scarlet eyes looking at the files around him in a daze, and sat quietly on Jiang Ye's shoulder.

In the morning, when he found that a stinky crow was about to fall, he beat the stinky crow on the spot, pulling out more than half of his hair.

Jiang Ye tried to fight, but the little guy gave up. From then on, Yin Crow could only stand obediently on Jiang Ye's arm and never dared to lean on Jiang Ye's shoulder again. The ghost baby stabilized his position and did not plan to come down.

"A file from ten years ago." Jiang Ye murmured and searched in rows.

Teacher files and student files are two different parts. Although the resigned teachers' files will be preserved, there is no obvious label like students.

Jiang Ye searched in rows and picked up the files to read them one by one, but he didn't read the content, and he didn't have time to read the content, mainly just to see whether the names on the label are correct.

For half an hour, Jiang Ye didn't know how much he had been looking for, of course, but it seemed that there was no rule.

"Can't schools classify them? Either sort them alphabetically by the teacher's last name or by the time. What the hell is this sorting method now!"

This random sorting is even more uncomfortable than giving manuscripts when he draws the original paintings. Fortunately, he is very patient.

Although the veins on the forehead have been beating, after calming down, you can still look for them patiently.

Half an hour later, Jiang Ye glanced at him and suddenly saw a file, the name on the file was "Xu Yian".

"Gudu." Jiang Ye licked his chapped lips, and his eyes immediately burned. When he took apart the file, he saw only two thin pieces of paper.

Name: Xu Yian

Age: 25

...

Graduated from..., he worked as a senior high school in XX, and taught in Class 1 and 3 of high school. He was expelled from the school due to personal lifestyle problems and later died.

...

During the following year, a fire broke out in the teaching building and all students in Class 1 and 3 of high school died. Some faculty and staff and students saw Teacher Xu Yian appear.

There are very few archives, only two pages, one of which is a big head photo and his resume. The second half of the page is the archive, and the end is a large blank space, and then there is nothing left.

"It seems that the problem is here." Jiang Ye smiled on his face. Because of this reason, it became like that. As for Xu Yian, he just didn't know if he saw the ghost Xu Yian or the living Xu Yian.

"The whole class of the first and third graders died, but none of the other students were injured. This class of the first and third graders also had big problems."

Jiang Ye put Xu Yian's file back to his original location and then began to search for Xia Ya's file. The student's file was much easier to find than the teacher. In less than twenty minutes, Jiang Ye found Xia Ya's file.

Jiang Ye just took down the box containing the archives and just opened it.

"Hello!"

"Peeing the privacy of others, do you think you're doing it right?"

"Student Jiang Ye?"

Jiang Ye looked back and saw that not far behind him was Xia Ya. Xia Ya was wearing a black hip-covered skirt and black high heels, and a smile appeared on her face with a faint makeup.

Jiang Ye immediately threw the file into his backpack, and showed a successful smile on his face: "I just peeked, so what can you do!"

Xia Ya took out the love letter and shook it, then pulled the collar of her clothes, lowered it a lot, revealing her snow-white collarbone, and then tickled her hair, pulling off the rope that tied her hair.

Jiang Ye smiled and looked at Xia Ya's performance. Now the files have been put into his backpack. No one except him can take out anything from his backpack.

He took out the mirror to take a look. Xia Ya nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Jiang Ye and said, "If the teacher shouts now, classmate Jiang Ye intends to infringe on me. Let the whole school know, what do you think, classmate Jiang Ye?"

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, looking surprised: "Don't, you're so cruel!"

"Take it out, or I'll shout it. If I shout it, you will become famous in a while." Xia Ya grabbed her hip-pack skirt with her fingers painted with nail polish, which was a sign of tearing her skirt if Jiang Ye didn't give it to her.
Chapter completed!