Qi Yinhong pinched the cigarette butt, took a deep drag, and then exhaled with a bitter smile, "If the plot keeps developing like this, who knows, maybe one day we'll all start killing each other. Better get some weapons for self-defense."

"That makes sense." Su Yuan asked, "Can we get a gun?"

Qi Yinhong's face stiffened at the question, "Are you kidding? You know the laws in our country. Even if I could get one, my dad wouldn't let me... Besides, that thing is lethal. We're all classmates; there's no need for that, right?"

"Then forget it."

Su Yuan shook his head, "If that day really comes, I won't need a weapon..."

Qi Yinhong glanced at him, didn't argue, but said, "Alright, I'll count on you to cover me then... When do you need it?"

"The sooner, the better. I need it before noon." Su Yuan finished his last puff, patted Qi Yinhong's shoulder solemnly, "I'm counting on you."

Watching Su Yuan's departing figure, Qi Yinhong didn't hesitate and immediately took out his phone.

Usually, when Su Yuan asked him for something, he acted all high and mighty, never even saying thank you.

Today, he even used the words "I'm counting on you," which showed how urgent the situation was.

Moreover, although it didn't show on the surface, Qi Yinhong could sense that Su Yuan's heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Hey... it's me, Uncle Wang, yes, yes... Can you help me get a bugging device? A professional one, not those cheap ones from online stores..."

"Oh, it's just for some fun among classmates... I need it before noon, deliver it to the school, and get some snacks too... Alright, alright, thanks, Uncle Wang. I think your son has the potential to be the next security team leader, hahaha..."

After hanging up, Qi Yinhong took a couple more drags, and when the fire reached the cigarette butt and he couldn't smoke anymore, he tossed it away and walked out.

Two more classes passed.

The broadcast chime for break-time exercise sounded, but the classmates didn't move.

One by one, they lay lifelessly on their desks.

Until Zhao Han, the section leader for the senior year, rushed in, "What's going on with Class Ten? Other classes are already lined up, and you're still lying here. Do I have to come in and invite you personally?"

To his surprise, the usually unruly Class Ten seemed even more defiant today, lazily lying on their desks.

Seeing him come in, they only slightly lifted their heads before lying back down to sleep.

Zhao Han was furious, ran to the podium, and banged on the desk, shouting angrily, "What's going on? Not listening to the teacher anymore? Do you all not want to study? If you don't want to study, get out and go home!"

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At this moment, Zhao Han exuded authority without anger, full of momentum!

But as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

He couldn't really expel these students at will, at most give them a few days' suspension.

Such punishment was intimidating for ordinary students.

But for the slackers in Class Ten, was "go home" a punishment?

It was clearly a reward!

He had no doubt that in the next second, a student would cheerfully walk out of the classroom and tell everyone that Section Leader Zhao Han gave them a holiday.

Thinking of that scene, Zhao Han's mouth twitched, ready to find a way to backtrack.

Unexpectedly, the classmates actually reacted, standing up one by one, and class monitor Zhou Yulong began organizing everyone to line up.

Zhao Han was momentarily stunned, then adjusted his expression, snorted coldly, "There's still hope!"

With that, he walked out of the classroom with his hands behind his back.

On the way to the playground, the sunlight after the rain was a bit dazzling, and Su Yuan instinctively turned his head to the side.

Song Xiaoxia walked beside him, wearing earphones and listening to music, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her profile.

Noticing Su Yuan's gaze, Song Xiaoxia looked up and smiled, offering one of her earphones to him, "Want to listen together?"

Just as Su Yuan reached out, the scene before him blurred, and when it cleared again, another female classmate stood beside him.

He felt a tightness in his chest, withdrew his hand into his pocket, and fiddled with the MP3 inside.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the front of the crowd.

Lin Yuan, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped.

Su Yuan, caught off guard, bumped right into him.

"Hiss~" Su Yuan covered his nose, cursing, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Lin Yuan, usually quick with a quip, said nothing, just shook his head repeatedly, murmuring in awe as if he'd seen Ultraman interrogate Buddha, "Oh my god..."

"Oh what god, did you see your great-grandmother?..."

The rest of Su Yuan's words got stuck in his throat as he stared blankly in the direction of the playground.

In the center of the playground stood a massive stone tablet, dozens of meters high.

The stone tablet's area almost occupied the entire center of the playground, from a distance, it looked like a small mountain.

"Oh my god... Xiao Su, what the hell is that..."

Lin Yuan waited for a long time without a response from Su Yuan, and turned his head in confusion...

Only to see Su Yuan staring at the stone tablet as if possessed, his pupils interwoven with threads of gold and blood-red light.

"Damn, Su Yuan, what's going on with you?!" Lin Yuan was startled, quickly shaking Su Yuan vigorously.

Su Yuan snapped back to reality under Lin Yuan's shaking, impatiently swatting his hand away, "What's going on, are you crazy?"

Lin Yuan stared intently at Su Yuan's eyes, "Are you wearing cosmetic contact lenses? Why are your eyes sparkling?"

Su Yuan looked at him in confusion, rubbed his eyes, and blinked hard a few times, "Are they?"

"Aren't they?" Lin Yuan looked at his dark pupils, rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

After confirming everything was normal, Lin Yuan shook his head, "Maybe I haven't slept well these past few days, having hallucinations."

The commotion in the line soon caught the teacher's attention, and Section Leader Zhao Han stormed over, "What's going on... what's going on! What are you all up to now? Why are you stopping here?"

"The line behind is all messed up, if you don't want to study then..." Zhao Han's mouth twitched, swallowing the rest of his words.

"Teacher..." Zhou Yulong pointed to the stone tablet in the center of the playground, asking, "What is that?"