I'm drawing an action-packed anime within a depressing one!

The books on the second floor were also arranged very neatly.

Although there were no labels, the left side contained books related to awakening and cultivation, while the right side contained books about old stories.

To He Zhou's surprise, most of the ten bookshelves on the right were empty.

Although there are traces of books on it, there is a ring of dust around it, so it must have been empty for a while.

Take a closer look.

Scattered on it are some school newspapers that ceased publication two years ago, as well as a lot of miscellaneous books, and exaggerated propaganda histories of seven other schools.

Their school newspapers are filled with headshots of various students and extremely detailed rankings.

What monthly exam rankings?

Ranking of physical fitness.

Ranking of cultivators in the lamp pool.

And the ranking of carrying capacity.

Even the completion rate of night patrol missions, the school's on-campus task of clearing out abnormal items, and various competitions and rankings such as resource grabbing contests.

"Goodness."

"Dude, you're in the newbie map, while they're in the advanced map, right?"

He Zhou cursed inwardly, "So the new map is better than the initial map, huh?"

That damn unreliable Tian Xiaoxi!

...

This section of the school magazines and newspapers has probably been neglected for a long time.

Although they were all placed on the same shelf, the dates and other information were all mixed up.

"Are they all school newspapers?"

He Zhou picked up a portion at random, showing great patience.

If this isn't investigated, what if I go to the old campus and disappear there too?

Given the school's track record, deaths are highly likely to be included in the list of missing persons.

That would be the end of the game.

Because it concerned his life, He Zhou quickly flipped through the first issue and the most recent issues.

I had to go through all the newspapers on the bookshelf before I finally found the first issue of the school newspaper.

[Kirishima Eighth Junior High School Internal Newspaper, Kirishima Calendar 84.]

The front page of the newspaper featured a man in his thirties standing at the door.

The background should be the newly built Kirishima No. 8 Middle School.

At that time, the school was not called Kirishima Eighth Middle School; the text on the later photo should be:

Dongwai Island No. 8 Middle School

...

He Zhou browsed through it carefully.

Most of them were words of praise.

Principal Zhang led five students, along with some outstanding local students, to form Experimental Class One.

[Class One has fifteen members, including Liu Qiyao, Long Yu, Jiang Wang, Lu Ming, and other students who returned with Principal Zhang...]

Then below is a dense string of nonsense, not a single useful sentence can be found.

The newspapers contained all sorts of information, such as news about demons and news about life on the island.

You can tell that it used to be more lively than it is now, so lifeless.

There were clearly more shops than there are now.

"So, did the owners of these shops die or move away?"

He Zhou couldn't help but wonder, and quickly searched for when Kirishima had become deserted.

"No…"

"No…"

"Why are they all... huh?"

I stumbled upon a notice about the relocation of dormitory residents in the old campus in the school magazine of the year 86 of the Fog Calendar.

[Office of Academic Affairs: Students residing in Dormitory Area 1 of the North Campus should move out within one week. Entry and exit to the North Campus will be temporarily prohibited for this month. All classes in the North Campus teaching buildings will be moved to the South Campus. Please be informed.]

...

"and many more."

"Did the school actively relocate students?"

He Zhou sat up straight immediately, his mind went blank for a moment, and a chill ran down his spine.

Even if ordinary people in Mingde Garden were occasionally affected by the clay sculptures, and the people in Buildings 2, 3, and 4 became containers for them, and Mingde Garden is located to the northwest of the school, the school never said anything to students about not living in Mingde Community.

At that time, why would they go to such great lengths to demand the relocation of the entire northern district?

What does that tell us?

This suggests that Principal Zhang was leading the students of Experimental Class 1 to carry out a major operation.

How dare you call it an unexpected accident?

We're doomed!

He Zhou felt a surge of crisis.

Based on these clues, either the situation over there has been completely brought under control, and the school is simply arranging for them to participate.

Either the situation there is completely out of control, and the school, seeing that they resolved the Mingde Garden issue last time, can only send them there to try their luck.

Although I don't know the school's usual practices.

Koda Konishi…

Oh.

The cliff is two.

It can't be one.

...

"What are you looking for?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Here, this is for you."

A stack of drawing paper was handed over.

Lin Fan seemed much calmer. He paused for a moment when his gaze fell on the school magazine: "You're interested in these?"

"..."

He Zhou noticed that it was almost time to go, so he browsed through the books but didn't borrow any. He planned to come back and read them next time.

"Hmm, just browsing."

"I have some more at home, I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

Lin Fan glanced at the old principal's newspaper from the school that He Zhou had placed aside earlier, and sighed.

"Are you interested in the first batch of students?"

"Speaking of which, Lu Ming is Lu An's cousin in your class. He was also a high-achieving student, ranking among the top three in the entire school."

Lu Ming?

That would be a good time to ask Lu An.

Upon hearing this, He Zhou couldn't sit still any longer. Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly called back.

"He Zhou, you...keep it up."

"?"

"nothing."

Lin Fan carefully wrapped the stack of photocopies of the drawings in the book cover, placed them on the bookshelf, and then put the originals back in: "I really like your drawings, so I wrote your name on them and made a copy. You don't mind if I put them here so that other people can see them, do you?"

"do not mind."

It's fine if the photocopies are left in the library and seen by other people.

Maybe it can even increase my popularity score?

...

When I went back to class, I felt someone staring at me as soon as I sat down.

Jiang Dai sniffed the air and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't smell anything unusual.

He Zhou had long since lost interest in listening to the lecture.

I took out my drawing paper and prepared to continue drawing.

liver!

After finishing the grind, I need to exchange for a survival skill.

Otherwise, I'll go to the old campus tomorrow. Even though it's the outer campus, I still don't feel very safe there.

"Hey……"

He Zhou sighed deeply.

Even Jiang Dai could sense the helplessness and frustration in his tone, and she leaned closer: "Are you hungry?"

I'm not hungry.

"Are people afraid?"

"It's not all about fear."

He Zhou paused, unsure how to explain to a cat his feelings about not wanting to die inexplicably in a strange comic book world.

What's the difference between dying here and being a wandering ghost?

What if I'm reincarnated into this world?

Just thinking about it makes me feel an unprecedented surge of longing to go home immediately.

Without hesitation, I immediately picked up my paintbrush and started working on it.

Even comic book readers could tell something was wrong with that desperate effort.

Why is Lao He so engrossed in reading comics today that he doesn't even look up?

On what day did he ever raise his head?

No, I just felt his expression was unusually serious today.

How could you tell that?

...

In the comic "Red Lotus Demon Child Havoc in the Sea".

Nezha fought with the Dragon King of the East Sea and naturally defeated him.

"Even the Dragon King of the East Sea is no match for you. I knew I was right."

"The Chan Sect needs talents like you."

Just as Wuliang Xianweng was preparing to recruit Nezha, Ao Bing arrived with Li Jing and his wife, both unharmed.

They're still alive!!!

Ao Bing, standing nearby, shouted, "Nezha! It wasn't my father who destroyed Chen Tang Pass!"