70: Chapter 70 received a negative review; only Sequence 033

On the podium.

The new transfer student stood very straight.

He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote two characters on the blackboard.

Gu Lang.

The handwriting was stiff, as if carved by a knife.

Beside him, the Homeroom Teacher cleared his throat, trying to make the atmosphere more normal.

He was previously the class's foreign language teacher and had just taken over today, so he clearly lacked confidence when speaking.

After all, the previous Homeroom Teacher, Old Zhou, had died under mysterious circumstances.

Publicly, it was reported as a sudden heart attack, but the Investigation Bureau had come that day, so it was clearly not that simple.

"Student Gu Lang will be a member of our class from now on, let's welcome him." The new Homeroom Teacher managed to squeeze out a smile.

There was no applause.

All the students in the class were looking at the podium.

They couldn't say what was wrong.

They just felt cold.

That kind of cold wasn't from the low air conditioning temperature, but as if someone had placed a piece of meat that had been frozen for three days directly in the middle of the classroom.

Li Hao shrank his neck and muttered in a low voice: "Did this guy transfer here straight from the morgue? Combined with that business about Old Zhou, it's insane."

Chu Youwei frowned.

She was sitting in front of Su Yun and turned her face to look at the back row.

Su Yun was looking down, flipping through a book.

His fingers paused on the edge of the page.

He didn't continue flipping.

Chu Youwei lowered her voice: "You felt it too?"

Su Yun lifted his eyes: "Felt what?"

"He isn't normal." Chu Youwei stared at the podium, "My elders at home said that some Awakened have a very strange aura, and just being near them makes ordinary people uncomfortable."

Su Yun nodded: "Then stay away from him."

Chu Youwei narrowed her eyes: "You aren't nervous?"

"I am nervous." Su Yun's tone was steady, "I'm afraid he'll affect my studies."

Chu Youwei: "..."

You are really perfunctory in pretending to be an ordinary student.

On the podium, Gu Lang suddenly turned his head.

Those pitch-black eyes scanned from the front row to the back row.

Finally, they stopped on Su Yun.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Inside Su Yun, that sense of hunger grew heavier.

It wasn't the rot of ordinary Strange Tales.

It was a rule.

Very fresh.

Like high-end ingredients that had just been unwrapped.

He could even feel that there was a core inside the other person, beating rhythmically.

That wasn't a heart.

That was the source point of a Strange Talk Sequence.

Su Yun lowered his eyelids and continued to turn a page of his physics book.

Hold it in.

This is a school.

If he ate this thing in the classroom, the subsequent cleanup would be very troublesome.

More importantly, his older sister was at the Investigation Bureau.

If he ate a transfer student in the morning, Su Yao would be able to rush home in the afternoon to give him a lecture on ideological progress.

The Homeroom Teacher was made somewhat awkward by this atmosphere, and coupled with the precedent of Old Zhou, he really didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he quickly pointed to the empty seat in the back row: "Gu Lang, you sit next to Su Yun for now. There just happens to be an empty seat."

As soon as the words fell.

Chu Youwei suddenly looked up: "Teacher!"

The Homeroom Teacher was stunned for a moment: "Chu Youwei, what's wrong?"

Chu Youwei stood up: "That seat isn't good, it's by the window, the light is too strong. The new student just arrived, he might not be used to it."

All the students in the class looked at her at the same time.

Li Hao was also confused.

The light by the window is strong?

School beauty, don't you usually like to sit by the window to do problems?

Gu Lang turned his head to look at Chu Youwei.

There was no emotion in those pitch-black pupils.

Chu Youwei felt a chill down her spine from being looked at, but she didn't sit down.

She didn't know why she wanted to stop it.

Intuition told her that she couldn't let this person sit next to Su Yun.

The Homeroom Teacher hesitated for a moment.

But Gu Lang spoke up: "It's fine."

His voice was very dry.

"I like being by the window."

He carried his schoolbag and walked down from the podium step by step.

The whole class subconsciously moved to the sides.

Gu Lang walked to Su Yun's side.

Pulled out the chair.

Sat down.

The chair legs scraped against the floor, a harsh sound.

Su Yun closed his physics book and looked at him.

Gu Lang also looked at him.

There was half a meter between them.

One was bait thrown out by High Command.

The other was the thing High Command really wanted to fish.

Li Hao was sitting in the front row, feeling his scalp tingle.

He secretly looked back, saw the two staring at each other, and quickly turned his head back.

"It's over." Li Hao said in a low voice, "Brother Yun's looks just finished evolving, and now another underworld handsome guy has come to sit next to him. Can our class still study properly in the future?"

Chu Youwei didn't smile.

She stared at Gu Lang's hand on the table.

That hand was too white.

So white it didn't look like a living person's.

Early self-study started.

Scattered sounds of reading rose in the classroom.

Gu Lang didn't take out a book.

He just sat there.

Five minutes later, he took a black fountain pen out of his schoolbag.

The pen cap opened.

A wisp of extremely faint grayish-black aura seeped out from the nib.

Ordinary people couldn't see it.

Su Yun could see it very clearly.

The aura crawled along the edge of the desk like a thin snake, slowly approaching Su Yun's wrist.

Testing.

Provoking.

Also like it was giving off a scent.

Su Yun stared at that wisp of aura, his expression somewhat strange.

What is this supposed to be?

The takeout ripped open its own packaging and is asking the customer if they can smell it?

Just as the grayish-black aura was about to touch Su Yun's cuff.

Su Yun raised his hand and picked up an eraser.

Slap.

The eraser pressed down on that wisp of aura.

The aura disappeared.

Gu Lang's fingers paused for a moment.

He turned his face to the side: "You can see it?"

Su Yun put the eraser back: "Your pen is leaking ink."

Gu Lang looked at the desktop.

The desktop was clean.

The corners of his mouth moved.

It was as if he was smiling.

"You are very interesting."

Su Yun opened his workbook: "You are affecting my studying."

Gu Lang said in a low voice: "In this city, there is something very hungry. It will be attracted to me."

Su Yun's pen tip stopped.

Gu Lang continued: "It will come to find me."

Su Yun was silent for a second.

Then he asked seriously: "Have you ever thought that it has already arrived?"

Gu Lang's pitch-black eyes contracted slightly.

The air grew cold at this moment.

Chu Youwei sat in front, unable to hear what they were saying, but she felt something was wrong.

She turned back: "Su Yun, the teacher just asked you to hand in yesterday's homework."

Su Yun looked at her.

There was homework yesterday?

Chu Youwei blinked.

The meaning was very clear.

Stop talking to this person.

Gu Lang also looked at Chu Youwei.

The next moment.

The classroom in front of Chu Youwei suddenly darkened for an instant.

She saw a pale hand emerge from under her feet.

That hand grabbed at her ankle.

Chu Youwei's pupils shrank.

But before she could make a sound.

A pen tapped lightly on the desktop.

Thump.

The shadow shattered.

The classroom returned to normal.

Su Yun withdrew his pen, his tone calm: "New classmate, don't mess with other people's front desks."

Gu Lang turned his body fully for the first time.

He looked at Su Yun.

"You are not an ordinary person."

Su Yun lowered his head to do problems: "You don't look like a normal transfer student either."

"My name is Gu Lang."

"It's written on the blackboard."

"Codename Lone Wolf."

Su Yun's pen tip slid across the paper: "I suggest you go to the middle school next door for that chuunibyou."

Gu Lang leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered even further: "I am High Command's File Number Zero. Sealed inside my body is the Strange Talk Sequence 033, Corpse-eating Dog."

Su Yun finally looked up.

He activated the Foolish Eye to take a look.

Sure enough, it was only 033.

A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Bad review.

Moreover, the Strange Tales was really inside his body; he was not the Strange Tales.

Su Yun didn't eat people, so that was an even worse review.

Gu Lang didn't notice his disdain and continued: "High-level sequences will devour low-level sequences. It will smell me and lose control."

Su Yun nodded: "Then you are quite dangerous."

"I am not afraid of death." Gu Lang said.

Su Yun glanced at him: "I can tell, you aren't afraid of awkwardness either."

Gu Lang's face froze.

This was the first time he had encountered this rhythm of conversation.

When normal people heard about Strange Talk Sequences, they were either terrified or asking questions.

This person was like he was listening to his deskmate show off a newly bought pen.

Gu Lang pressed his fingertips against his fountain pen.

A stronger grayish-black aura spread from his body.

This time, the lights in the entire classroom began to flicker.

A few girls stopped reading.

Someone rubbed their eyes: "What's going on? Why do I see someone hanging outside the window?"

There was nothing outside the window.

But panic began to spread.

Gu Lang was releasing bait aura.

The new Homeroom Teacher who took over after Old Zhou died was even more scared, his face turning pale, not daring to even speak.

He didn't care about the ordinary students.

He wanted to fish that monster out.

The calmness on Su Yun's face faded a little.

He reached out and pressed down on Gu Lang's fountain pen.

"This is a school."