Hunter x Hunter: The Ubiquitous Dragon Life

Cellulu simply walked to the table, found an empty seat and sat down. She took out the test paper that Teacher Wang had given her from her schoolbag and read it.

She's not in a hurry, anyway, when it's time to turn off the lights, everyone has to go back to the bed. At that time, she can always find out which one is her own bed. As for the daily necessities in the public area, it is better to confirm which one is unused. Which is hers.

Cellulu scanned the test paper roughly, and found that the questions were basically written, and there was no problem. She took out a pencil and prepared to make the test paper.

At present everything is like a cloud, she intends to go down the track first.

"Hmph, it's really annoying. I just like to make small reports, but I don't know what to say to the teacher." A cold hum suddenly came from my ear, with dissatisfaction and anger.

"Some people just like to curry favor with the teacher." Contemptuous snickers followed.

Cellulu looked up and saw the two girls sitting across from her. Seeing her, they both stared back at her provocatively.

A girl sitting on the bed chatting with someone heard the words, turned her head and laughed.

"Jiang Li, be careful that you, the math class representative, will be squeezed out one day."

A girl lying on the top bunk suddenly put down the book in her hand, straightened up, and spoke in a very aggressive tone.

"Heh, what am I afraid of? If she can spend 1/10 of the small reports and flattering teachers on her studies, I'll probably be a little more worried."

"Hee hee hee······"

Hearing this, the other girls all laughed, with the mentality of watching a good show, with slight malice and ridicule.

Celluloid looked around at everyone, is she so blatantly slander? Is the popularity of this identity so bad? And, snitch? Fudge the teacher? Is the truth? Or misunderstanding?

Cellulu remained silent. She didn't know which one was the truth, so there was no need to explain and argue. If her reaction was wrong, the plot would automatically correct it.

She didn't continue, and those people stopped after taunting them a few more times. Then, they still ignored Dafa and pretended that she didn't exist.

From this point of view, it is correct to be silent, so the original owner of this identity is an introverted or even cowardly character?

While thinking about it, Cellulu picked up the pen and wrote the first line of equations, but soon, the first plot correction appeared, and the equations that appeared on the scroll were completely different from what she wanted to write.

It was clearly her hand, and she was holding the pen. She even felt that every stroke was what she wanted to write, but what she actually wrote was all messy formulas and numbers. Write, it's just not right.

The handwriting is also different. This handwriting is immature and neat, but slightly rigid, but it is exactly the same as the handwriting on the textbook where the name and class number are written.

Celluloid's face was expressionless, she simply let her mind go, and let her hand write down the right or wrong check steps and answers.

After a paper was automatically generated, Cellulo made an estimate and found that the correct rate was only a little over half, hovering between pass and fail. It seems that the original owner's math level is really bad, and this level really needs to be supplemented. .

So, is Teacher Wang really enthusiastic about teaching and helping poor students? Celluloid was not sure, so she could only take a step by step.

The clock pointed to 9:30, and a girl glanced at the clock while chatting. Then, her eyes widened in surprise, she turned to look at Celluloid, and asked angrily.

"Why don't you go to fetch water?"

The other girls suddenly had expressions as if they had just noticed, and spoke in dissatisfaction.

"Huh? It's half past nine? Cellulu, what are you doing? Do you want us to remind you to fetch water?"

"Yes! What if there is no water?"

"Let's talk about it first. If you don't have water, go to the school's boiling water room to collect water. I don't wash cold water."

Celluloid glanced at the 8 red plastic thermos placed in the corner and spoke calmly.

"So, do you want me to make hot water for 8 people by myself? Why? Is it my turn today? Or do you only use me every day?"

But this question did not seem to fall in the ears of everyone, no one responded, only more impatiently urged.

"What are you still doing there? Go!"

"That's right, let's go! Do you want us to help you get a hot water bottle?"

"You yourself were willing to help us make hot water, so are you ready to be a villain who can't believe his words?"

Cellulu looked at the faces that were naturally full of accusations, and didn't speak any more. She stood up, waved her hand, and eight hot water bottles flew out of thin air and floated behind her. Cellulu turned around and went out the door.

The 7 girls looked at Celluloid's back and the 8 thermos around her. At the same time, their faces twisted strangely, as if stunned, but also full of hideousness. The fluorescent lamps in the room jumped along with them, reflecting in the dimness and uncertainty. Every face had a dull blue-grey.

The girls’ dormitory has only one boiling water room. On the second floor, there are crowds of people, talking and sparring. The elders have already queued up in front of the four water taps. Some people also have two hot water bottles at their feet. , a person like her who plays 8 parts of water is unique.

If it was the original owner, it would take 4 round trips for 8 hot water bottles, plus the time to re-queue each time, and it would definitely take about an hour after all the water was filled. If you come so late today, you may really need to go to the school bathhouse The boiling water room over there draws water.

This is really bullying, Cellulu's face is pale, but now, she naturally didn't plan to make the plot even this kind of thing correct.

Celluloid moved slightly, and the stoppers of the 8 thermos bottles opened with a bang, and then, outside the large thermos, eight silver-white water columns appeared out of thin air, falling from the sky, like a water dragon, falling into the thermos with precision, the water gurgles, It wasn't until it was full that Celluloid flicked her fingertips, the water column disappeared, and the cork was closed again. Celluloid turned around and walked to the dormitory with the full hot water bottle floating in the air.

After she left, the noisy boiling water room suddenly fell silent. Dozens of girls turned their heads in unison, looking at the door where no one was visible, their expressions seemed to be speechless and hideous.

Back in the dormitory, seeing that Cellulu had brought back the hot water, the 7 girls took out the washbasin and footbath from under their beds one after another, thus allowing Cellulo to find her bed smoothly, the innermost side on the left. The lower bunk by the window.

Before this bed, Celluloid thought it wasn't her own, because two girls sat on this bed and chatted with melon seeds. Although it was covered with newspapers, a lot of melon seed skins flew onto the bedding and pillows next to it.

Cellulu stood in front of her bed, looking at the pile of **** on it, and then looked back at the two girls, who were already sitting on her clean and tidy bed and washing their feet.

Although Cellulo didn't feel any emotional ups and downs, she could think rationally. In this situation, what should I say normally?

She turned back and spoke with a flat face.

"Take the trash and make my bed."

The two girls were laughing and giggling, as if they didn't hear her at all, and the other girls were gloating at the misfortune, looking like they were watching a good show.

Cellulu stood in front of the two girls and asked calmly again. "Take the trash and make my bed."

The two girls were still laughing and laughing, turning a deaf ear.

Cellulu was silent, and then, with the movement of her fingertips, the newspapers piled with the skins of melon seeds on her bed automatically floated up, and the debris on the bedding and pillows also gathered together. Flowering.

The two girls, with their heads full of melon seed skins, froze completely on their faces. They looked down at the large amount of melon seed skins on their bodies and in the footbath. Their faces were dull. With gray yin, his pupils suddenly disappeared, leaving only the pale whites in his eyes, staring straight at Cellulu.

Celluloid looked back in disgust.

In the dormitory, it suddenly became quiet, and the other girls stopped talking and snickering. Although they didn't roll their eyes and their faces were blue-gray, they all suddenly lost all their emotions and looked at Cellulu with no expression on their faces.

There was a stalemate like this for a moment, and when Cellulu thought it would be a direct showdown, everyone returned to their normal expressions in an instant, mocking and mocking, disapproving and disdainful. As for the two girls with only white eyes, It was as if nothing had happened, and he started talking and laughing to himself again, completely ignoring the melon seed skin on his head and face as nothing.

Cellulu sat back in front of the bed. Since she didn't intend to turn her face, she could only continue. She drew water and washed her face and feet. At ten o'clock, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and it was time to go to bed.

Everyone got into the bed, and Cellulu was no exception. In the darkness, the room suddenly became quiet. Not only was there not a single voice, but even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear. Cellulu didn't care, just Looking out at the near window.

Outside the transparent glass window, a hazy moonlight shone down, but it was dim and blurry. The willows planted outside the window danced with the wind, and their silhouettes fell on the glass, as if countless pairs of ghost hands were tapping on the window and trying to come in.

Yuehua became more and more bleak, and the ghost clapped and danced more vigorously, and Cellulu gradually felt that her eyelids were a little heavy. At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Cellulu suddenly became more energetic. The girl fell straight down from the sky on her head and feet, and the moment they passed by, the eyes of the two met here in an instant.

Those eyes were full of resentment, anger, hatred, and despair. They were bloodshot and red, as if they had been crying for a long time. It also seemed that blood vessels had burst due to cerebral congestion.

Cellulu got up and walked to the window, only to hear a dull thud, as if her body was rebounding heavily, and then, countless sheets of paper were scattered from above, flying all over the sky.

Celluloid opened the window and looked down. A girl with two braids was lying on the ground with her limbs twisted to the ground, like a rag doll whose limbs had been broken, pitiful and strange, with bright red blood. It slowly trickled out of her.

With just one glance, Cellulu knew that the girl was helpless. Although it was doubtful whether there were any living people in this place, she reached out and caught a piece of paper, but found that it was a drawing paper with a piece of paper on it. There is a person sketching, Teacher Wang.

However, in this painting, Mr. Wang's image is abstract in reality, and people can see that it is Mr. Wang at a glance, but the exaggerated cracked mouth, extremely curved eye corners, reflective glasses, full of desire And the malicious smile, as well as the pure black background, made Teacher Wang look like a demon.

Cellulo reached out and caught two more pieces of paper, this time it was watercolor, but it was also dark and distorted.

One picture is of a physical education class in the school. Some students are running, some are playing ball, and the teacher is guiding them. However, the sky is dark, the playground is blood red, and the teachers and students are distorted. Like an amoeba, its face is also distorted, with unspeakable malice, a black gas condenses from everyone, forming a **** mouth that seems to be sneering in the sky above them.

The other picture is of a man who is painting with his back to the person in the art room. He is thin, wears a quartz mechanical watch on his wrist, wears a white shirt, and has a camel sweater over his shoulders. A full-body portrait of a young girl was depicted on the paper, but, I don't know if it was unfinished or what, Cellulo always felt that the girl in the picture seemed to be naked.

And the tone of this whole painting is also half sunny and half dark, which makes people feel that there may be a deep trap hidden under the beauty.

There are countless paintings scattered in the sky, fluttering and fluttering. In the middle of the night, it seems like a rain of white paper money to pay homage, falling on the dead girl and the surrounding ground, like a pair of art paintings, full of Eerie shock and deathly beauty.

Cellulu withdrew her gaze and turned around with a sense of feeling. In the dimly lit bedroom, seven girls sat on the bed, their pale white eyes staring straight at her, not knowing what to do. How long had they looked at her like this.

Celluloid turned a blind eye to the death of these girls, and asked indifferently.

"There are dead people down there, do you want to go down and see?"

The seven girls showed expressions of disgust, fear, and disgust.

Seeing that these girls were pretending to be dead, Cellulu didn't care, she lowered her head and glanced downstairs, only to find that the body of the girl just now had disappeared, and the drawing papers that were flying everywhere were gone.

Cellulu put her hand on the window sill and stared at it for a while, thinking that she should continue to lie on the bed and rest.

At this moment, a word suddenly floated in the bedroom.

"...she's the biggest nightmare in this school..."

Cellulu looked back, but couldn't find who said it. She lay back on the bed again and covered the quilt. The night was still long.

Eyes closed, in a trance, a woman's face full of blood suddenly appeared, looking at her with resentment.

On that face, there were only two dark blood holes left in the eyes, the upper and lower lips were cut off, revealing white teeth, a mouth, but the inside was empty, the tongue was gone, and the feet were connected from under the knees The root was cut off, and the left hand was gone, only one right hand was desperately grabbing towards her, roaring frantically.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~"

It took Cellulu to observe for a while before recognizing the face.

"Celluloid?"

Isn't this the girl who fought for her name? Why didn't you see for a while, and it became like this? Is it a dream? But she's not familiar with this man, is she? There is no deep hatred or hatred for her to become such a virtue.

Cellulu felt it, and asked with understanding.

"You are... dead? Have you been absorbed by this place and turned into obsession?"

Isn't this girl surrounded by a bunch of men protecting her? How did he die so soon? Did you meet some monster?

Cellulo's questioning made the grimace even more terrifying and screamed loudly.

"...Celluloid...yes...I'm Celluloid...I'm Celluloid...Dead and I'm Celluloid...・・・Not you・・・Not you・・・I curse you and those men with all my obsessions          You never remember that you are celluloid    The pain I have suffered...torment...humiliation...must have those men inflicted on you as well..."

After a pause, Grimace began to cry lowly with love and hate.

"Lord Pariston...Lord Pariston...I love you...I hate you too...what is the real you... ·I don't understand...What is your love for her...I don't understand either...Free your nature to the fullest...I will see Looking at you...seeing what your love is..."

In the flying drawing paper, a girl with double ponytails showed a strange smile.

"・・・・・・・・・・・・Crazy girl for love・・・ I would like to help you out..."

Cellulu was in a deep sleep, frowning slightly, she seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss and gradually lost herself.

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