a zombie haunts me

Chapter 7 Classes of Three Years

I backed away again and again in fright, and the screams resounded throughout the teaching building.

Frightened, I saw that face clearly, it was a man's face, not only pale, but with a faint gray, as if he had just crawled out of a coffin.

His eyes were dark, bags under his eyes were deep, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

"You... who are you?"

I suppressed my fear and asked, the voice seemed to be trembling.

I seem to be able to feel my hairs standing up from head to toe, a deep fear quickly spread in my body.

The white curtains were still flying in the air, and the broken windows were shaking, as if they were about to fall apart.

"I am the principal here, and you are the substitute teacher who came here to support the teaching."

The headmaster looked at me expressionlessly, and between opening and closing his lips, I saw his smoky teeth, yellow and black.

I nodded, took out the dispatch notice and handed it to him tremblingly, but I didn't dare to look at it myself.

He slowly lowered his eyes, glanced at the dispatch notice, did not mention the blood stains, and then said to me, "I have received the notice from above, I will arrange for you to rest in the faculty dormitory tonight, and you will officially start work tomorrow."

After the principal finished speaking, he turned his stiff body slowly, turned his back to me and said, "Come with me."

I saw his thin shoulders, as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind, and after a moment of hesitation, I followed his footsteps helplessly.

"By the way, principal, which class and what course am I in charge of this time? I...I want to prepare lessons early."

My legs were still trembling, and I asked cautiously.

"Take your luggage and I'll tell you slowly."

The headmaster stretched out his gray hand and pointed to the luggage outside the classroom building.

At this moment, I saw his skin shriveled like dried orange peel, and several deep grooves appeared at the joints.

Those ravines criss-cross, just like my messy heart at the moment.

"Okay." I replied timidly.

Immediately went to drag the suitcase, because one of the wheels fell off, so it was very difficult to lift, but the principal didn't look at me, and didn't think about helping me.

I found that the sky was getting darker and darker. Occasionally, there would be one or two flashes of lightning, and then there would be a muffled thunder.

The crows that had stayed on the dead tree had disappeared, and the bare tree trunk made the school look even more terrifying and weird.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will be the substitute teacher for Class Three. As for the courses, you and Director Wu should coordinate. By the way, I forgot to tell you."

When he said this, he stopped suddenly and slowly turned half of his face.

Seen from behind, his head seemed to be hanging on his thin shoulders, and when his neck turned, I seemed to hear a clicking sound.

I was slightly taken aback, and saw his originally gray skin, without a trace of blood, that pale face became even more terrifying under the lightning.

"Our school only has one class every three years. Director Wu is the class teacher and dean of students. If you have anything, you can ask her for help."

The headmaster's voice became deeper and deeper, and the last few words almost merged with the thunder.

I didn't hear clearly, but I nodded anyway.

He continued to walk, and I continued to follow him silently.

I felt my legs trembling uncontrollably, and my voice became very weak: "Principal, why does our school only have one class for three years?"

I am not only curious, but also grateful to a trace of fear from the bottom of my heart.

However, I didn't expect the principal to answer me. He said: "There are fewer and fewer children in Guitou Village. The school cannot continue to operate. There are fewer students in other grades, so they are merged into the middle school in the town. Classes every three years It's a graduating class, so there's no merger."

"Oh."

I felt relieved at last. It seems that after the senior high school entrance exams for this batch of graduating students, it is estimated that Gudao Middle School will become history forever.

Before I knew it, the principal had taken me to the staff dormitory.

It is still a very simple house, a low bungalow with a small tile roof, which seems not very dense, and it feels like it will leak.

The windows are also worn out, but fortunately, there is a plank bed that looks clean.

I looked around and found the light switch. It was an old pull switch. I pulled it lightly, and the dim yellow light came on, but the voltage seemed unstable. After I turned it off, it turned on again.

"Principal, thank you so much, I..."

Before I could finish my sentence, when I turned around, the principal disappeared.

(End of this chapter)