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One hundred and six one plus one equals

Xin'er has always remembered the rules in this classroom. As long as she needs to survive, only those who survive can leave the classroom and play the following game.

If Xin'er hadn't been the teacher of this school, Xin'er wouldn't have walked on the stage and snatched the position of the teacher. Besides, this position was originally from Ling Xin'er, so what would you teach the teacher basic knowledge? She would also call teachers of the same level to write ancient poems and... what would you do?

Anyway, in the situation where Ling Xiner knows about teachers, this happens only when other teachers listen.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiner had not heard any news before that she wanted Lin Xier to come and listen. It is very likely that Lin Xiner was not qualified enough!

Then Ling Xiner was very happy to survive. Anyway, Xiner was not killed by the people here, so Xiner was naturally happy.

...

Xue Ji’s side!

Faced with the teacher's rudeness and even contrary to the moral issues in the minds of ordinary people, Xue Ji naturally answered clearly without any mistakes.

In the class, not only Xue Ji can answer it, but other students who understand the meaning of the teacher's question will almost no longer have any problems.

"Students, one plus one equals a few!" The teacher said with a smile on the stage. At this time, she had changed into a white dress, and there were sunflowers that could not be seen in the city. They looked very pure and cute, like a determined sunflower growing up in the city.

Even this world is different!

There is no longer the fragrance of the soil, no sound of insects, no smell of grass lying under the sun.

But the sunflower still has proud perseverance in the soil, standing in this rhythm that has accelerated significantly, standing in this modern city where people's hearts are unpredictable and fearful.

sunflower!

Many people have forgotten this name!

But!

Outside the teacher's white skirt was yellow skin, and on the teacher's face was Zou Wen, who could hold people to death. Her eyes seemed to fall out, with only a thread connected. Her mouth trembled, as if it was about to crack a little bit heavy, and she could see the shreds of flesh.

If the teacher was really as proud as a sunflower.

This is also a sunflower that was tortured by everyone, picked by passers-by, and submerged by aunts, who was still sticking to his dream.

The students who still survived already understood the teacher's routine and after thinking for a few seconds, they all answered loudly.

“One plus one or one is equal to one.”

"Because half will become the other half of flesh and blood, and be eaten by him. His head will be placed in the refrigerator, and his skin will be made into a sweater and worn on his body."

"By the way, if there is nothing left, there is only one head, the other head that is coldly looking at the world."

"His lover will also be tortured to death, a sick girl, a woman who has been completely betrayed by love, poured her water into her lower body, inserted a blade into her eyes, and the mouth that kissed her man is about to..."

"Baobabababababababa!!!" the teacher nodded in praise, and the beads of the eyes that were about to fall were full of excitement. "No, good, good! It's really a blessing to meet you! Your answers really satisfy me."
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