"These days, Bichi can be promoted to run for student council president. I think this school is going to have fun!"

"Please close the door."

"ghost···"

"The candidates running for the president this time are from the fourth class of the second year..."

Qiao Qing recalled the past.

"Men are not human beings? We must not be afraid of death?"

“···”

Identify one by one.

The designated person was watched by many people, and she stood up with a red face and gritted teeth.

Instead it was a gun.

Then.

The strong smell of blood is pungent.

"Buzz-"

"Uuuuuuuuuuah!"

“···”

mischief?

Who would do such a mindless prank?

Try to contact Qiao Qing.

silence.

"Um···"

When someone saw this, they rushed over immediately.

"!"

"Bang--"

"Why can't you even handle this little thing?!"

Pointed at gunpoint, they all went back.

I don't know when it had been infected with a large amount of blood, and the fishy smell was flowing in the air. Only the handle of the snow-white knife was left outside.

"Also, I just heard some students say that Qiao Qing's private life is chaotic. What's going on?"

What exactly is it?

Su Yao almost lost her grip when her phone vibrated suddenly, and when she saw the number, it was an unknown number.

catch.

"Su, Teacher Su!"

There was obvious fear and crying in the voice.
Chapter completed!