Chapter 12 Time limit of ten minutes (3)
At this moment, Yan Junze didn't want to move casually.
Anyway, according to the mission prompt, as long as you stay in the same room with Teacher Zhang Tiantian, the mission will start.
It is best to stand like this for 10 minutes, no matter where Zhang Tiantian went. It's best if you can hide under the table and don't appear in front of yourself.
Of course, the reality is very skinny.
While he was making wishful thinking, the sound of paper flipping came from the innermost part of the office, from the direction of the desk near the window.
There is Zhang Tiantian's desk.
"Who's at the door?"
Zhang Tiantian's voice came.
She still heard the sound of Yan Junze closing the door.
But listening to the voice, it seems that Zhang Tiantian has returned to normal.
"Mr. Zhang, hello."
Yan Junze gritted his teeth and agreed, walked reluctantly, and walked slowly into the office, and soon saw Zhang Tiantian's petite figure sitting at the innermost row of desks by the window.
Zhang Tiantian's complexion is as usual, and the influence just now seems to have completely disappeared.
"Are you...a student in class three (five)?" Zhang Tiantian looked up at Yan Junze, flipping through a stack of mock test papers in his hand.
It's okay, at least I still remember my class, so I won't become a passerby.
Yan Junze secretly rejoiced that as a man, no matter whether he likes this woman or not, at least he can be remembered by a beautiful woman, which is undoubtedly a very honorable thing.
Although, uh, I don't remember everything.
"What's the matter?" Zhang Tiantian lowered her head again, holding a red ballpoint pen in her right hand, and continued to read the test paper with her left hand.
"Teaching... the director asked me to take a look, Mr. Zhang, are you... feeling better now?" Yan Junze said.
During the process of asking, doubts had already arisen in his mind.
As a person who was just carried back to the office by several people and lying on the sofa, but now sits here nonchalantly correcting the test papers, if it is not an abnormality in himself, he must have amnesia!
Zhang Tiantian didn't answer.
In fact, after she asked "What's the matter?", her movements of flipping through the test papers slowly became stiff, and then she fell into a frozen state again.
Yan Junze's heart skipped a beat, and he looked down at the phone in his hand. It showed a countdown of 8 minutes and 57 seconds, and it was only a little over a minute since he entered the door.
Now that she looks like this, it's best not to attract her attention.
Yan Junze didn't dare to expect Zhang Tiantian to answer him at all. In fact, at this moment, he prayed that Zhang Tiantian had better stop talking.
It's better for me to become air in front of her, so that this woman can't see it at all, and completely forget myself.
Yan Junze moved his body, stepped back with his right foot, and took a step back quietly, making himself a little farther away from the desk.
A creepy atmosphere permeated around the desk, making him feel like he was dreaming for a moment, and everything became unreal.
Especially the motionless Zhang Tiantian in front of her, like a sculpture.
Right after he stood still at this step, Zhang Tiantian suddenly put down the test paper, did not look up, but sat on the chair, and slowly rotated backwards, facing the file cabinet behind him, his movements were stiff and slow.
During this process, the test paper was touched by the back of the turned chair, moved aside, and touched a pen holder. The round pen holder fell on the table and quickly rolled to the edge of the table.
Instinctively, Yan Junze had an urge to step forward to hold the pen holder, but he resisted it.
Wow!
The pen container fell from the desk to the ground and was smashed in half. Various refills, pencils, ballpoint pens, disposable ink pens, etc. inside were spilled all over the floor, all over the desk and under the seat.
good chance!
Yan Junze backed away silently seven or eight steps again, getting farther and farther away from the desk.
The feeling of making people feel hairy is slightly relieved, and the goosebumps on my body have also gone down a lot.
Hoo!
At this moment, Zhang Tiantian sat up straight again, but still facing the file cabinet, with her back to Yan Junze.
Because she leaned down and sat upright again, her curly, wavy long hair was already scattered, but Zhang Tiantian didn't reach out to smooth it out, but just sat quietly with her messy long hair.
The moment she sat up straight, Yan Junze trembled slightly in fright, and his back steps paused. After finding that there was no other movement, he started backing up again.
At this moment, Zhang Tiantian suddenly said, "Student, have you seen my pen?"
She's sober again?
Yan Junze showed surprise, and replied: "No...no?"
"Please help me find it, thank you." Zhang Tiantian's tone seemed to be still very stiff.
Yan Junze's face was troubled, he finally retreated so far quietly, and he still has to go?
Lowering his head, he looked at his phone again. At this moment, he understood what it meant to live like a year.
So far, only two minutes have passed.
"good."
With a promise, Yan Junze had no choice but to return to Zhang Tiantian's desk.
As he approached the table, the hairy feeling in his heart permeated his whole body again, making his scalp numb and his limbs becoming stiff.
He didn't want to go to the side where Zhang Tiantian was sitting to find a pen, but squatted down slowly on the opposite side of the desk, only to find that his vision was not very good, so he had to kneel on the ground, leaning against the ground and looking under the desk .
Several pens were scattered under the table, and half of the pen holder was broken.
Yan Junze thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Zhang, which pen are you looking for? I can only pick up a few for you here, and a few fell under your seat."
"I don't want anything else, I want the red one." Zhang Tiantian's indifferent voice made people feel chills.
"The red one? Didn't you always hold the red one in your hand?" Yan Junze had a question in his heart.
However, I took a closer look and found that the few pens that fell under the desk were not red, so I lay down on the ground and looked carefully under the chair where Zhang Tiantian was sitting through the bottom of the table.
Although Zhang Tiantian was sitting with his back facing him, from his angle, he could just see Zhang Tiantian's legs below the calf.
She was wearing a pair of bright black high-heeled shoes, and she should be wearing flesh-colored boat socks on her feet. Because of the cropped pants, after sitting down, half of her calf was exposed, which was indeed a bit attractive. The skin on the feet is delicate, without a trace of excess fat.
But at the moment, in Yan Junze's view, the skin on Zhang Tiantian's ankle seems a little too white, frighteningly white.
Soon, he saw a red pen, but it had rolled under the seat.
"Mr. Zhang, that red pen may be what you're looking for. But it's under your seat, and I can't reach it here." Yan Junze said.
Before the words fell, boom!
Zhang Tiantian, with disheveled hair, suddenly hung his head from the side of the seat, turned his face upside down, and stared at Yan Junze with a gloomy expression.
Because the head was turned upside down and the face was congested, Zhang Tiantian's eyes seemed to protrude a lot, with faint bloodshot appearance.
"Fuck!"
Yan Junze trembled violently from the sudden scene.
In the early 1990s, the classic "hanging upside down" in ghost movies. Yan Junze never thought that he would be lucky enough to experience it himself.
"Where is it?" Zhang Tiantian maintained this movement and spoke calmly.
Yan Junze stretched out his index finger, suppressed the panic in his heart, and pointed to the right side of her upturned head: "There... it's on your right."
(end of this chapter)