Chapter 371 Angel Kindergarten 7

  Where would a normal person handle a corpse like this?

   Teachers are very problematic!

  In the empty and quiet kindergarten, several people had different expressions.

Jingle Bell!

   A sharp bell rang.

  The next moment, the wake-up song started playing on the radio. In the classroom came the noisy and cheerful voices of children, and the joyful and lively music made the kindergarten seem a little normal.

  The remaining nine people were assigned to their respective classes.

  Although there are lights, the interior is extremely bright, but there is an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling. The two stood by the wall near the classroom door, looking at the children and teacher inside.

   Both teachers are sitting on stools.

   Eyes stared at the child like an eagle, without a smile on his face the whole time.

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  Fu Anan stood at the door and looked at the environment in the classroom.

  The whole classroom is not big, and it is divided into two areas.

  There are a lot of cots placed side by side inside, and the outside is the place for class activities during the day.

  There are various pictures and paintings on the wall. The color of the paper on it is slightly yellowed. It seems that it has not been replaced for a long time. The messy painting methods and colors seem a bit shoddy.

  The most obvious of these is a red lip painted with vinyl paint.

   Posted on the wall behind the classroom.

  The lips are somewhat distorted, stretched to an exaggerated level, and there are a lot of cracks after the paint dries.

  A finger with the same dry paint was placed on such lips, making a silent gesture.

   Weird, ugly, and eye-catching.

  There are various printed contents pasted behind the classroom door, announcing their daily schedule.

   Morning is breakfast, doing exercises, attending classes, and playing games.

  Noon is lunch and nap.

   Afternoon is for classes, activities, dinner, watching TV, and sleeping.

   "Hey, fat, what are you looking at?" Zhang Yuanyuan leaned over and glanced at the thing pasted on the door, "Hey, what is this?"

  Fu Anan looked in the direction of her finger.

  It was a ball of yellow paper paste.

   It should have been stuck to something before, but was torn off and not cleaned.

   The two of them hadn't thought it through yet, and they were told to do morning exercises on the radio.

  A group of children gathered in front of the door, and I lined up obediently, and was led out by the teacher.

   They naturally have to go out with them.

   Players who were assigned to other classes were also there, and several people gathered together.

  Ma Yi was the first to ask everyone if they had discovered anything.

   What I got was nothing.

   "Okay, everyone be careful." Hearing this, Ma Yi nodded, looking like a leader,

   "People started to die on the first day of this round of the game. Be careful, everyone, and share any discoveries in time."

   Fu Anan stood a little outside and listened to them talking. Suddenly there was movement around her legs, and a child ran and suddenly tripped over her feet.

  A look like crying or not.

   Fu Anan was silent for a while, then picked him up, and patted the little boy's knee lightly, "Does it hurt?"

  The little boy stopped crying immediately, and smiled at her, "It doesn't hurt."

   While talking, he stretched out his hand to touch her face, "Teacher, you are so pretty."

  The child's warm touch still lingered on his face, making Fu An'an slightly taken aback.

  Is she... being molested by a child?

  The next moment, a cold look looked at her.

  It was a thin-looking teacher with high cheekbones, staring at them sullenly.

  The child seemed to be very afraid of the teacher, and immediately let go of Fu Anan's hand, and ran back to where he should be.

  (end of this chapter)