Heavy white snow has covered the entire campus. Except for a few bell towers and the spiers of tall buildings emerging from the snow, this top aristocratic school covering an area of 2,000 acres has completely disappeared from the ground.
It's hard to believe that there are still people alive in this bustling campus covered in ice and snow.
This relies on the solidity of Tianqing College’s campus and the massive amount of money invested in its construction.
After all, the children who go to school in this place are all the children of wealthy officials.
The quality of the schools they built for their children was more than a hundred times better than public schools.
At this time, there was a group of students taking refuge in a gymnasium in the school.
Under the snow, the air was thin, coupled with the horrific incidents they had encountered in the past few days, making everyone exhausted mentally and physically.
Everyone gathered in small groups, with haggard and frightened expressions on their faces.
The teacher who had just taken care of them went to the warehouse to find food, leaving them to rest here.
In a corner of the gymnasium, a long-haired girl was sitting in a wheelchair, looking down at the floor of the basketball court in ecstasy.
Her skin was a sickly white, even paler than the snow outside.
Her slender figure looks like it could be blown over by a gust of wind, making her extremely fragile.
But underneath that long black hair, there is a beautiful face.
Exquisite and small, less than the size of a palm, it looks very similar to Yang Mi, but has completely different styles from Yang Mi.
Yang Mi always has a stubbornness and self-improvement on her face.
And the tenderness and pitifulness on her face can definitely make every man feel protective!
To describe it in one sentence, it is - absolutely pitiful girl, as beautiful as a flower that will wither at any time.
She is Yang Mi’s cousin Yang Xinxin.
But at this time, this talented hacker girl seemed a little lonely.
She only has one long-time friend by her side.
The other students stayed away from them and did not want to have anything to do with them.
Even the look in Yang Xinxin's eyes was filled with disgust.
It's not because Yang Xinxin did anything wrong.
Just because her legs are disabled and she is still alive.
Nowadays, everyone is in danger, and no one knows when the terrifying creatures in the dark will appear.
Having a lame person next to you is like adding another burden.
But their teacher is a person who attaches great importance to teacher ethics. Every time he encounters danger, he must take her with him.
At the beginning, everyone had no complaints about Yang Xinxin, but instead cared about her and took care of her.
But as more and more people died, from the original number of more than a hundred to more than forty people now, everyone's mentality has undergone distorted changes.
Yang Xinxin, who can only sit in a wheelchair, is regarded as a burden even if she does nothing.
Some people even blamed Yang Xinxin for the death of their friend.
"Everyone else is dead, why can you still live as a cripple?"
"Is it possible that everyone was killed because of your existence?"
In the desperate situation of death, human beings either burst out with extremely rare kindness, or burst out the evil hidden deep in their hearts.
The latter is easier, because disgust is easier to learn than forgiveness.
And this evil made their hearts extremely twisted.
Amidst the depression of death, people always need to find some way to release their negative emotions.
If they can get pleasure from bullying the weak, they are happy to squander this evil at a time when life and death are uncertain.
The strong are angry and draw their swords at the stronger, and the weak are angry and draw their swords at the weaker.
Breathing thin oxygen, none of the students in the gym had any extra energy to move.
Everyone leaned against the wall or sat on the gymnastics mat and started talking.
A girl spoke slowly: "You think... can we still survive?"
When several girls around heard this, their tired faces showed fear and helplessness.
Another girl hugged her knees tightly and said tremblingly: "We can definitely survive! We can definitely survive."
"But, too many people have died!"
"Li Huimin, Yuan Sisi, Zhao Huan, Tong Siya..."
As the names were read out one by one, everyone felt extremely cold in their hearts.
Those were their former classmates, whom they watched helplessly die in front of them.
At this moment, a girl with wavy hair caught a glimpse of Yang Xinxin in a wheelchair.
For no reason, a strong feeling of disgust arose in her heart.
"So many people have died, why is this disabled person still alive?"
Once this topic begins, it is difficult to end it.
Everyone seemed to have found an outlet to vent their anger, and they all looked at Yang Xinxin with angry eyes.
"It's so troublesome to have to take her with me every time we escape! Teacher Liang is also serious, why not just let her feed the monsters!"
"That's right, what's the point of her? She might die of illness one day if she looks like this."
"I think she is the broom star. If she doesn't die, she will keep dragging us down!"
The girls' expressions gradually became distorted, with perverted pleasure in their distortion.
Criticizing Yang Xinxin gave them pleasure in this despair.
Just throw all the responsibility on Yang Xinxin!
It was as if they could all survive if Yang Xinxin died.
Or maybe, they are simply releasing their malice and fear.
Once someone opens this topic, the people around them will also be affected.
"I think she is also a burden! If she dies, will everyone not have to work so hard?"
"If she dies, the monsters won't let us go! But... if there is a next time, how about we leave her down to lure the monsters?"
"In that case, at least her sacrifice will be meaningful!"
"After all, she is like this, why is she still struggling? Even if she survives, she will still be a useless person!"
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The girls were talking more and more unscrupulously.
Their voices gradually became louder, and finally the expressions on their faces became distorted and crazy.
On the boys' side, some people are also discussing the need to protect Yang Xinxin.
"We have protected her for long enough, and we have done our best, right?"
A boy with a crew cut frowned, "Why don't you take her with you next time!"
At this time, a boy with his back against the wall and a delicate perm said helplessly: "What's the use of talking about it? Teacher Liang is reluctant to leave one person behind every time. What's the result? Oh, aren't more and more people dying?"
He is the monitor of this class and his name is Wu Chengyu.
At this moment, among the people who were first talking about Yang Xinxin, a girl with a ponytail suddenly stood up.
With a weird smile on her face, she walked step by step in front of Yang Xinxin with her hands behind her back.
Yang Xinxin raised her head, too afraid to look at her.
"Zhang...Zhang Mengning..."
Zhang Mengning walked up to Yang Xinxin and looked down at her condescendingly.
Her eyes slowly turned vicious, then she bowed down and said to Yang Xinxin: "Yang Xinxin, please die as soon as possible?"
"You look like a complete burden now, so disgusting!"