Lin Mo looked into the classroom and saw that it was quite full.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in. In an instant, I felt countless pairs of eyes looking at me.
Lin Mo has a little advantage.
That was the critical moment, and he would definitely not panic. At this moment, he walked in calmly, his eyes quickly scanning the many seats.
He is looking for an empty seat.
And you can't sit in this seat randomly.
Can't sit in front.
Because you can't see the full view of the classroom from the front, especially you don't know what's going on behind you. So it's best to sit in the back row of the classroom, which is Lin Mo's favorite seat.
You can take a quick look.
The back was full.
On the contrary, there are many empty seats in the front.
"What kind of students are these? How come they have no ambition at all? How can they hear the teacher's lecture while sitting so far away?" Lin Mo muttered.
Speaking of the students here, it is even more difficult to describe.
Although many of the students looked humanoid, their purple skin and cold aura made it obvious that they were not living people.
In other words, there is not a single living student in the entire classroom.
Fortunately, these students abide by classroom disciplines. No one spoke or commented, so the whole classroom was very quiet, but it was a bit scary.
Lin Mo still planned to sit in the back row.
It doesn't matter if he squeezes in, the main reason is that he wants to mingle with the classmates in the class.
As a result, as soon as I walked that way, the teacher's voice came from behind me.
"Zhang Yang, you sit in front, there are so many empty seats in front."
"Good teacher!"
Lin Mo's plan was ruined. The scary teacher spoke out. He could only sit in the front, and he was in the first row.
There are very few students in the first row, and they all look quite weak.
He's the kind of good student who's easy to bully.
Lin Mo thought about it, walked to the first row and sat down next to a female student.
"There's no one here, so I'll sit down." Lin Mo said and sat down.
This location is good. I can listen to the teacher's lectures very well and have a wide view. Unfortunately, I have no idea what is going on behind me.
"Okay, class starts now."
On the podium, the teacher stroked his heavy glasses and began to lecture.
The content is anatomy class.
Lin Mo thought he heard wrongly.
Listening again, it is indeed an anatomy class, and the teacher said that this is the foundation of plastic arts, which can establish a complete understanding of human body structure. Only with this understanding can we draw vivid paintings.
Of course, the main content is the skeleton and the lines of the muscles in different postures.
Lin Mo saw that everyone else had books, so it was definitely not good for his desk to be empty, so he also took out his pencil and diary, and pretended to take notes.
In fact, not a single word was written on the paper.
The class is very quiet.
Except for the teacher's voice, there was almost no sound coming from the room full of students.
Lin Mo observed secretly.
"I didn't see that human spider." Lin Mo was a little puzzled.
The way the other person looked at that time, he must have heard the school bell and went to class. Wasn't he in this class?
It's possible.
But if that's the case, how many similar ghost classes are there in this Huangli Academy of Art?
Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb.
The other students were listening to the class quietly, with expressionless faces, just like sculptures.
Time is passing slowly.
Lin Mo couldn't sit still. A class usually lasts forty minutes. After class, would the human spider suddenly run out?
No one can say for sure.
Moreover, the classroom seemed quiet, but Lin Mo could feel the weird atmosphere here.
In particular, Lin Mo felt like someone was peeping at him.
But whenever he looked back, he found that all the students were attending class diligently, staring at the blackboard.
This is also the reason why Lin Mo doesn't like to sit in the first row.
Just as Lin Mo was thinking about his next plan, the teacher on the podium suddenly spoke.
"Zhang Yang, please answer this question."
Lin Mo didn't move.
He didn't react at once, or he forgot that he was now Zhang Yang, a student at the Academy of Fine Arts.
"Zhang Yang!"
Lin Mo didn't react until he called for the second time.
"By the way, I am Zhang Yang now."
He immediately stood up and looked at the blackboard and the teacher.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Lin Mo asked in a low voice: "Teacher, what's the problem?"
The teacher was obviously very angry.
The old facial features suddenly became extremely ferocious.
Lin Mo secretly thought something was wrong.
If this doesn't answer the question, is it necessary to kill him?
Clutching the pencil, Lin Mo was also ready.
The terrifying pressure was getting bigger and bigger. Just when he was about to break through the critical point, the teacher waved his hand: "Okay, I'm giving you a warning. Sit down and pay attention. What I'm talking about today are all key points."
Lin Mo sat down with a sigh of relief.
He thought there was going to be a fight.
But the teacher seemed pretty good, and he just gave me a warning.
After half a class here, Lin Mo discovered a problem.
This art teacher seems to be the scariest person in the school. No one can compare to that suffocating aura. The human spider I met before is also a younger brother in front of the teacher.
At the same time, like other extremely powerful nightmares, this teacher is also formed by strong obsessions.
Just like the old Chinese medicine doctor Lin Mo once met, and the takeaway boy Wei Dong.
It's just that the art teacher's obsession has a strong sense of responsibility.
Lin Mo discovered that as long as he listened carefully and attended class on time, he would not trigger the art teacher's 'taboo'.
Therefore, students in the classroom are forced to come to class.
After all, the art teacher has no ill intentions on his part, but none of these students is a good person.
Let’s just talk about Lin Mo’s deskmate.
At first, Lin Mo thought it was a female student, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that this guy was actually a boy.
Long hair, very feminine, are all the boys in the art academy like this?
That's not right either.
There is a rather fierce-looking man behind him.
This is not the most important thing. The main thing is that the sissy at the same table has been secretly staring at me with cold eyes, and from time to time, there will be weird sneers and malice spreading.
Lin Mo naturally stared back without fear.
But having said that, Lin Mo suddenly felt that the sissy at his desk looked familiar.
I seem to have seen it somewhere.
I just can't remember it right away.
At this time, Lin Mo discovered that this sissy actually came over while the teacher was writing on the blackboard, and whispered in a cold voice: "You are not Zhang Yang!"
After saying that, he smiled deeply.
Lin Mo remembered. He remembered seeing this guy somewhere.
It's the terrifying human spider from before. The head on the spider's body is exactly the same as this one.
This discovery made Lin Mo's heart skip a beat, and he instantly understood something.