The entrance exam began, and the entrance exam discipline was broadcast.
1. Do not write in languages during the day
The examiner’s only got two eyes, red clothes, red pens, not electric batons, not papers.
Quiet!
The tape can stop.
The three white examiners entered the examination with the papers.
They all have three eyes, with papers, no red pen.
“I’m sick…
The sound of electricity is mixed with the screams.
“I’m going to play the exam discipline. First, get familiar with the exam. The examination must be preceded by familiarization at the prescribed time. Those who delayed the regular examination due to error in the examination and in the wrong seat are held responsible. If, after the official examination, the seating examination is still pending, it shall be dealt with in a disciplinary manner…”
To the podium, I see three white-dressed examiners standing silently, with only two eyes, with papers, not red pens.
But I just saw them with three eyes.
The chief examiner’s eyes are in the eye, like the god of Jiro, the female examiner’s eyes in the left breast, like the mouth of a knife, and another examiner has no mouth, with an eyeball in his mouth.
But they’re all normal people now. Two eyes, one nose, one mouth. And the other candidates seemed calm.
Was that a hallucination? Was I under stress?
The broadcast is finally over.
The bell rings and the teacher starts to issue paper and flash cards.
The first section is language.
But the paper is in English.
I put my flashcard on a roll, and I wrote personal information like a name exam. And that’s when I saw a couple of lines of red words on the paper through the flashcard!
The Law of Survivors.
[1. Do not write in languages during the day]
Two eyes for the examiner.
Don’t shout, keep quiet or you’ll die.
Don’t refuse any of the devil’s demands, especially when they’re wearing white and holding papers.
Don’t answer English when it’s dark.
“Well, did all the students get the papers and flash cards? Question from the examiner.
He’s in white.
He has the papers.
Wait? Didn’t he just send it down?
“At the bottom, a mathematical test. Two other teachers began to issue mathematic papers and flash cards.
I’m watching the examiner’s hand.
He’s got a bunch of paper in his mouth!
I thought you should take one test.
Why did you send us all the papers?
That’s when the female examiner showed up at my table.
She handed me the paper.
She’s wearing a white shirt and a white one-word dress today, like an angel of holiness.
“Take it easy, take it easy. The female examiner said softly.
The Law of High Examination Survival in the language papers is missing!
The female examiner stepped on a half-heavy and walked to my front desk with paper.
I saw a pair of blooded goats in Mary Jane’s little shoes.
The Law on the Survival of Higher Examinations, which appeared in the language papers, is slowly re-emerging.
Don’t let anyone see you.
The female examiner is still handing out paper.
Every step, a blood footprint is left on the ground.
I hold my breath, my heart beats like a battle, I sweat all over my body.
“This fellow student. The female examiner suddenly looked back at me!
“What happened to you?” Are you sick?”
Her white shirt looks great on her.
It also makes the bloody eye of her left chest so obvious!
Everyone in the exam is quiet.
As if only I could see the bloody eyes.
“I have a stomach ache and I want to go to the bathroom.” I’m sorry.
“Go on, try to come back before the exam. The female examiner immediately went to the mobile examination.
Soon, a woman in black came in.
“Are you going to the bathroom? According to the rules, I have to be with you the whole time. I’m sorry.
I noded my head, and I found the blood and eyes of the examiner missing.
The mobile test took me to the ladies’ room on the same floor. I was in the booth and she was at the door. Because I’ve read the papers and I can’t close them to prevent cheating.
Good thing she’s a girl, too.
It’s a tough part to protect from cheating.
And when I set out the rolls that I was given to the mobile test, and when I reached the second floor, there were words in it.
[7. People in black can be trusted. But don’t use anything they give you. _Other Organiser
Mobile examinations are in black.
The toilet paper she gave me.
“Are you ready? “The Black Inspector asked me.
I hesitated for a moment, “Okay. I’m sorry.
“Then clean up your exams. I’m sorry.
I held toilet paper with a little tremor in my hand.
Do I have to believe those words that appear in vain?
What? Mr. Lee, there you are. And right now, a mobile monitor in red came in: “What’s wrong? Another student goes to the bathroom just after the exam? I’m sorry.
“Uh, yeah, she ate a bad stomach. “How can you be so careless to eat? I’m sorry.
I slipped and the toilet paper fell into the toilet.
“Take it easy, take it easy.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you, teacher. I’m sorry.
It is more credible than it is. I didn’t use the toilet paper from the black dress examiner.
I went back to the exam and I saw everyone answering the English paper.
And suddenly it is dark.
Article 5 of the Law on the Survival of the High Examination: Do not answer English at nightfall.
But the students are working hard.
It’s completely dark, there’s no light in the classroom, and everyone’s head is like a lit candle, with warm light in the dark.
Everyone’s writing English.
Is something terrible going to happen?
My heart is in my throat.
The three white teachers were waiting for me to return to their seats, and I saw them, and they were all covered in holy white light, and no one had a third eye.
I went back to my seat and looked down at the Law of Life of the High Tests on the rollers, and I couldn’t get it back.
What the hell is going on?
And it was at this point that the light of darkness around me became brighter.
I looked up and I found the boys’ clothes on the front table changing.
He was wearing half-sleeves of dark-coloured tan, but now his blouse fades, turns white, gradually sends the same holy white light as the teacher of the test!
And even worse, I saw clearly that his back had two wings growing at high speed!
What’s this?
Angel!
I can’t breathe.
More and more light, I’m scared to find that all my classmates’ shirts are changing.
When we came to the examination, we were all wearing our own clothes. But now, everyone’s clothes are turning white.
Except me!
I took the pen hand and started shaking.
In the English version of the paper, the writing of the Law on the Survival of Higher Examinations is getting more red.
Don’t answer English at night! _Other Organiser
I saw six giant exclamation signs coming out of space.
But everyone around is answering English.
They all become angels.
And I…
Through the desk, I was terrified to discover that my feet were becoming goats’ feet…
I’m whispering to open the English papers.
Don’t answer English at night! )The exclamation mark is handwritten because it’s broken by force.
But the people around are answering English.
They have angel wings.
And I grew goat hoofs.
Why should I believe the note?
It’s just some kind of blank thing.
Why can’t we write languages during the day?
Why can’t you answer English when it’s dark?
Why can someone in black trust, but white is the devil?
There’s no reason, no basis, no reason to believe!
I wrote my name on the English test.
“The price of the shirt is fine sounds and fine pence…”
English hearing begins automatically.
I saw my feet faded, my striped shirt began to shine, my back itches, something seems to be growing up.
Finally, I became an angel with wings.
The Red Scandinavian Law of High Test Survival disappeared.
I’m in the shower of holy light.
“Steve…”
After a brief electrical current, the English-language hearing ceased and was replaced by the voice of the elder ‘ s affection.
“My son, please believe me. It’s Purgatory outside. It’s the only net soil. I’m sorry.
“The only way to stay here forever is by following the following rules. I’m sorry.
“First, after dawn, it is important to write a language. I’m sorry.
“Secondly, the examiner has three eyes, two eyes for the world, and the third eye for ghosts. They are dressed in white, with a watch for authority and a test paper for wisdom. I’m sorry.
“Believe not those who take red pens, which represent deception, temptation, sin and slander. I’m sorry.
“Four, stay away from the devil in red! I’m sorry.
“Five, don’t answer English after dawn. I’m sorry.
“Six, goats and goats are a sign of sin. As soon as you see it, please call the examiner. They’ll kill the devil to protect you. I’m sorry.
“Seven, no one wears black. If you see it, please report the teacher in white and ask him to take you to a doctor. I’m sorry.
The broadcast was interrupted.
Because the examining teacher found a person in red among the candidates in the class.
“Now, please stop asking questions from all students. I’m sorry.
After the broadcast, all the classmates in the classroom were like robots who were instructed at the same time to put their pens on the table and sit on the end.
I’m in it, and I’m learning how to look at them. I’m like a little kid.
Only candidates in red clothes are still dying.
I tried to look at his curls with the extra light.
“This fellow student. “Sacred like an angel’s teacher, the lady examiner, came to me with a smile, and she pulled an electric stick out of her hip skirt.
Wait, the electric stick?
I’m numb.
How’d she get so big into a dress like that?
She smiled at me, and the eyes of that bloody knife appeared on her chest.
“You can’t cheat on the exams. “The lightning entangled on the truncheon and snapped.
I couldn’t react, and she was laughing on top of my waist.
The burning came and I screamed.
At the same time, the Law of Life of the High Tests appeared in my mind.
Don’t shout, keep quiet, or you’ll die.
“Aah! I’m sorry.
I’m screaming in pain.
The female examiner finally took the truncheon and I was paralyzed.
She was still smiling, holding a truncheon, holding a test bag, and looking down at me, softly: “This fellow, you can’t cheat on the test.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t kill me don’t” I breathed.
She smiled and looked at me, and then she got down and touched my head, “Don’t shout, keep quiet.” Otherwise she leans over and laughs with the voice that only we can hear: “You will die.” I’m sorry.
I paused, and there were two rules in my head.
— 1. Do not write in languages during the day
– First, after dawn, it is important to write a language.
The examiner has two eyes, he wears red clothes, he takes a red pen, not an electric stick, and he’s not a test paper.
– Second, the examiner has three eyes, two eyes for the world and a third eye for ghosts. They are dressed in white, with a watch for authority and a test paper for wisdom.
Don’t refuse any of the devil’s demands, especially when they’re wearing white and holding papers.
– Fourth, stay away from the devil in red!
Don’t answer English when it’s dark.
– Fifth, don’t answer English after dawn.
—…
The Law of Life of the High Tests on the scrolls of paper, and the attention of the elderly, are the same and the same.
However, there is no “third” notice from the elderly.
And the third thing on the scroll is, “Don’t shout, keep quiet, or you’ll die.”
That’s exactly what the lady examiner said to me!
Where’s the old man’s third priority?
Why did the female examiner say to me the third rule of the High Test Survival Act?
Does she know that I saw the law of the moment?
Or is this rule, for some reason, common to both?
I don’t know!
I’m a mess.
According to the Law on the Survival of High Examinations, the person in white clothes with three eyes is the devil.
“This fellow student. “Get up! Eat some fruit and relax and focus on the questions. I’m sorry.
I just noticed that all the other candidates left their seats.
They stood around the classroom in a circle. The wings behind them are bound up with a white wall that is insulated.
I found my wings missing.
The red-clothes examiner was also missing.
Instead, a pile of strawberries.
A bunch of weird, juicy strawberries.
“Come and get the fruit.” I’m sorry.
The lumbered candidates lined up in a quiet line, and everyone went there and picked up a strawberries.
That’s really a beach of strawberries.
Soft, sticky. Like melted snow cream.
Finally my turn.
I’m learning from the other candidates, crouching down, and I’m going to get a bouquet of strawberries.
“Wait. The third examiner stopped me and her mouth turned into eyes. When you talk, your eyeballs are out there and it’s like it’s gonna fall.
“Where are your wings? I’m sorry.
All the candidates at the exam have wings, only I don’t.
My wings are gone.
When I didn’t know, I suddenly disappeared.
“It’s okay, she’s just making a mistake for all the candidates. She’ll fix it. He said to me, “Is that right? I’m sorry.
I saw the female examiner’s wire chain around.
I couldn’t help but nod my head. I’m sorry.
“Good boy, eat up. “The chief examiner himself brought me strawberries.
I put my hands on it.
I saw a tooth in the smell of blood.
A human being chews a moth.
Eat. “The judge said, compassionately.
I’m holding Strawberry and I’m stiff.
I remembered the candidate in red.
Where did he go?
“Why don’t you eat?” asked the examiner.
And the truncheons screech as if they were near in their ears.
I tried so hard to stop vomiting, and I ate a little bit.
“Doesn’t it taste good?” she asks.
That moment, it wasn’t a delusion.
I’m a soft, rusty, strange tissue that really turns into sour strawberries.
And, it’s clear.
But before that, they looked like melted ice cream.
I looked at that strawberry.
It’s really just strawberries.
Even the teeth are gone!
“Go back to your seat and answer your questions. The female examiner said:
The electric baton in her hand was missing and was replaced by draft papers.
All the other candidates returned to their seats in a quiet and orderly manner, like a bunch of robots following orders.
I’m learning how they look, and I’m still going back to my seat.
That’s when it’s dawn.
And the sky is dawning.
The sun was like a incandescent light controlled by a switch, just turned off, and it was turned on.
Sunshine comes in, burning the examiners’ wings.
Their wings and their feathers will weep in the fire.
“Don’t shout, keep quiet. “After dawn, you must write in a language.” I’m sorry.
I hold the pen, I’m overwhelmed.
— 1. Do not write in languages during the day
– First, after dawn, it is important to write a language.
Who am I supposed to listen to?
“Students, hold on. “The phoenix needs to get back to life.” These pains are a blessing from the Lord! I’m sorry.
The students were burning and writing on the answering papers in the language.
I’m nervous to wrap myself in wings.
The pure snow and white wings were not burned by the sun.
He’s just getting more transparent.
“You again. The female examiner knocked on my desktop with a roll of paper, “Didn’t she have to write a language after dawn?” What are you doing?
I know that the flashlight changed.
I don’t know how it works, but I don’t want to be electrocuted again.
I had to pick up my language paper and start writing.
It’s like I started a switch at the moment when my pen hit the flashcard. I’m turning my transparent wings back into a real thing, and the sun is on it, and my feathers on my wings, like other candidates, are lit by the sun.
Ouch!
Ouch!
It’s like it’s not wings, it’s my whole body.
I don’t want to write!
But the examiner was standing at my table, smiling at me.
“Teacher, don’t look at me. I’m too nervous to write. I’m begging.
“Sensei, please don’t stare at me. I’m running out of time.
“Do you take the blame if it affects my grades?” I’m going crazy!
I’ve been smiling at my examiner, and I’m finally responding.
She didn’t think she was pulling down the lip: “Do you think your parents sent you to this exam and care about your grades?” I’m sorry.
Mom and Dad…
The exam…
Memories come and my head breaks.
But my wings hurt more!
I’ll flip my English roll and I’ll answer it!
When you write English, your wings are flexible. Transparency doesn’t hurt anymore.
Pop! The female examiner’s truncheon squeezed on the table, crushing my papers: “Did I not just say that? After dawn, you must write your language! I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“No questions, obey orders! I’m sorry.
“Why?”
She lifts the baton again.
The truncheons were drawn upon me, and my wings were burned to the ground, leaving only a dark red ashes.
I was in pain, and I couldn’t move because of the very high voltage.
My mind is getting blurred.
Just there’s a resonance in my heart.
– Why?
– For what?
– I’m right.
After a while, I finally woke up.
Lie in the green belt of the school.
My nostrils have a wrinkled chalk. It’s full of different fonts:
I’m right!
These words are red.
The Law of Life of the High Examinations, article two:
Red, right?
I climbed from the green belt hard.
Electric sticks, strawberries, burning wings…
White people are not good people.
There is no doubt that I have been caught in a very strange situation, and the only way to escape is to observe the rules here.
The examiner has two eyes, he wears red clothes, he takes a red pen, not an electric stick, and he’s not a test paper.
I decided to find someone in red.
I’m going to find a real school teacher and get rid of the white devil in the classroom.
“I’m right I’m right I’m right” sounds like sleepwalking.
Hissing, despair.
I quickly hid behind the nearest bush.
A beautiful young girl in a rotten red dress, with a cape and a dead face, came to me as a corpse.
She’s got a big ice cone in her eyes, almost vertically into her brain, and blood and brains mixed out of the hole and watched my stomach flip.
“I was right…” She came to me in her sleep. I have a new red pen in my hand.
It’s a red dress.
“Get it! Get it! “A group of men dressed in white chased out. They jumped on a girl in a red dress like a walker and put her back in a sack.
“I’m right I’m right I’m right” says the red dress girl.
There was a bloodbath.
Where she stood, she left a red pen.
She had two eyes, a red dress, a red pen, not a truncheon, and not a test papers.
But she’s still human?
I waited a long time to make sure the white men didn’t come out, so I walked in front of the red pen.
This is an ordinary pen, and the pen is still in place, and it never seems to be used.
I picked it up and held it in my hand.
On the pen, it’s a small role model:
Don’t touch anything red until you’ve got a sense of martyrdom. Especially don’t hold the red pen in your hand. _Other Organiser
We said: “Damn!”
I have the red pen in my hand.
It told me not to hold it in my hand.
I’ve been working on my head, and I’ve seen the other one.
[just a joke]
I promote the National popul.
Why would someone make such a stupid joke in such a dangerous place?
I scolded and relaxed, and suddenly a great shadow overtook me.
The blood smell came from all sides, and I turned my back to the sun, and saw my shadow and the monster grow longer.
The monster’s shadow looks like a giant mushroom cloud, full of giant mushroom crowns full of hands of teeth and claws, with small little girls reaching out from time to time on their long torso.
It’s growing at an eye-to-heart rate, and it’s soon above two me.
I pull my leg and run.
“I was right!”
“I was right!”
“I was right!”
The sound of the sky is coming from the monster.
It seems to be full of mouths, the cries of despair among teenagers, the cries of young girls crying, some anger, some despair, and countless negative emotions coming with the sound of the sound, which crushes me.
It came to me in tremors, and the blood fell.
I put up with disgustingness and rushed into the nearest building, rushing to come to me and finally being held out by the solid skeleton of the school building.
I suffocated ten metres in the dark hallway.
“I’m right…” The voice of sleepwalking came from the classroom.
I look up, I haven’t even breathed, and I’m totally slit in my throat.
In the dark, numerous mortuary girls in their rotten red skirts came to me.
They’re all murmured with a huge ice cone in their eyes, with a different number of red pens in their hands.
“Ooo, I can’t remember, I can’t remember anything. I’m sorry.
“I’m right… Doctor. I’m right. I’m sorry.
They gathered me in mourning.
I thought I saw a bunch of zombies.
Outside the school building is a giant monster and the sun is amazing.
The building is full of dead girls, and the darkness devours everything.
I’m surrounded.
I have no way back.
I looked down at the red pen that I’d been holding in my hand.
Don’t touch anything red until you’ve got a sense of martyrdom. Especially don’t hold the red pen in your hand. _Other Organiser
I let go of the red pen.
The red pen fell on the ground.
The pen was broken. The red ink flows to the ground, like the female inquest made me eat strawberry mud.
The zombies and the monsters are all gone.
What is this?
I picked up the red pen again.
Nothing happened.
I’ll put a red pen in it.
The surroundings are still empty, so quiet that I can hear my heart beating.
The red ink on the ground disappeared.
It’s turned into an ants crawling around.
I crouched down and looked at the place where the ink was supposed to be, and it was a bunch of curly hairs with dark red blood stains.
How could there be such a thing in a red pen?
My heart stopped, held my breath, looked back at the red pen that had just been assembled.
[You’re right. _Other Organiser
I saw different fonts on the pen, and the same words were written in secret.
I feel like I’ve heard the sound of a monster again.
I turned my pencil and I looked at it a lot.
Only three words!
The long warning is gone.
I’ve lost my English.
Why!
Are you hallucinating?
Have I changed my mind…
“Students, come out!” And the door was opened.
The sun was pouring out and pulling him long and long.
He was wearing black shirts, black pants and white chest pocket, with many red pens.
“Get out! It’s dangerous inside! I’m sorry.
The sound of his voice had just fallen, and there had been a noise in the classroom.
No! No!
There’s no room around!
All classrooms were turned into sealed operating rooms. The girls in red were tied to the corner like animals, without a light, on a dirty operating table, and several men in white coats were throwing ice picks in their eyes.
The flies are buzzing in the air.
I threw up and lost my consciousness in all the screams.
Wake up, class. Wake up. I’m sorry.
“Now it’s the test!”
I rubbed my face and opened my eyes.
I’m back in class?
“What are you doing?” The saliva is on the flashcard. We’ve got half an hour to get a copy. I’m sorry.
She had two eyes, red clothes, red pens, not electric sticks, and not papers.
I’m relieved.
There’s only mathematic paper on the desk.
This is one of my worst subjects, and since high school, I’ve been sleeping through most math classes with my eyes closed.
I don’t even know when I fell asleep. Anyway, it’s hypnotic.
I rubbed my eyes and picked up my signing pen to continue with the questions.
The dream was real…
My pen pointers don’t flow out of ink.
I thought the pen was stuck, looked at it, and there was no pen in it.
Instead, it was a bunch of hair with dark red blood.
I’m either not dreaming at all or I’m stuck in a dream.
I tried so hard to find that piece of paper with the Law of Life on the High Test.
Nothing!
It’s gone!
Not only that, but at this moment, my desktop, only math.
“Sir, I’m going to the bathroom! * I’m not sure what I’m talking about *
His clothes, somehow, became red.
There are only two crosses left with broken wings, with burning flesh and blood.
The third examiner came to take him. I saw clearly that there were no feet in his shoes and that a thin goat leg appeared on the ankle.
Don’t let anyone see you.
– Sixth, goats and goats are a sign of sin. As soon as you see it, please call the examiner. They’ll kill the devil to protect you.
I already know who to trust.
I’m silent and blind to goats.
The third examiner took the red classmates out of the classroom and tore them alive in the hallway.
Yes.
He tore him alive.
Screamed all over the building.
Soon he went back to his classroom and walked to my red dress examiner in front of my left: “Are you going to the bathroom?” I’m sorry.
“No, no, no. I’m sorry.
As if the third examiner had not heard, he asked, “Are you going to the bathroom?” I’m sorry.
His mouth was gone, and instead an eye came across. The eye came out from inside and looked straight at the examiner, almost on her face.
The red-clothed examiners were nervously swallowing their mouths: “No…”
The third examiner laughed. The eyes of the mouth are laughing like the mouth.
“You’re going to the toilet. I’m sorry.
I can’t even breathe.
The red examiner stood up shaking, and said, “Let’s go.”
The third examiner took him to the hallway. And it’s torn alive.
Candidates in red clothes were taken away from the classroom.
No survivors.
Finally, the examiner came to me.
“Are you going to the bathroom?”
I was nervous about swallowing water, and then I realized, somehow, my shirt was red.
Now I’m also a red-dresser.
“Are you going to the bathroom?”
“No, no. I’m sorry.
“Are you going to the bathroom?”
“No! I have to answer!”
“You’re going to the toilet. I’m sorry.
The eye in his third eye was reaching out and staring at me, almost on my pen.
It’s like I’m stuck in something. I can’t move.
“…good. I’m sorry.
“No! He doesn’t want to go! A girl in red suddenly stood up: “Teacher, he said many times, he didn’t want to go.” I’m sorry.
My confinement has disappeared.
The third examiner turned around, with his eyeballs, and a straight hook to the red girl’s face: “What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
“I said, “He will not go.” The girl in red shouted, “What about those who went to the bathroom before?” Why haven’t you come back yet. What did you do to them?”
The third examiner did not reply immediately.
Two other examiners went down to the podium, and they surrounded the group of girls, speaking with one voice, and asked, “They are dead.” Can’t you see?”
“You have three eyes, and you are demons with goats and goats. Let us eat of one another’s body, and go to hell.” The girls in red are surrounded by them, screaming in their hysteria: “Guys, we have to fight, and do not let them abuse us at will.” I’m sorry.
Boo!
Metal jingles.
The girl’s screaming stopped.
An ice cone about 40 centimeters long, from her eyes, vertically into her brain.
She was like a plumb on a cliff and she was blown away in front of me.
“Are you going to the bathroom? This time, the speaker is the examiner.
He smiled and looked at me. The right hand also holds a hammer that inserts an ice cone into a girl’s skull.
“I go. I’m sorry.
I stood up like a corpse and followed the examiner down the hall.
And behind her she laughed, “Come and get the fruit.” I’m sorry.
The candidates went to the girl’s body. Their clothes are different, some are grids, some with stripes, some with patterns and some with cowboys.
But when they go to the teacher, everyone’s clothes start to fade.
“Come on, one strawberries each. “The lady examiner raised the toothy strawberries on the floor.”
I remember the strawberries I ate and the tears came down.
The first strawberries eat them in the belly.
I saw his jersey fade away and become white.
He grew wings.
The same wings I burned in the sun before.
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I look at strawberries on the ground, and I think of a dead girl in another school building.
The mortuary girl had two eyes, was dressed in red and took a red pen instead of an electric bar, and was not a testimonial.
I said, “The 1949 Nobel Prize for Medicine awarded to a surgeon, Monique, in recognition of his invention of a pre-past-white cut. I’m sorry.
The chief examiner stopped.
All the examiners’ movements were suspended.
Strawberries flow in the ground, twirling into red eyes.
“You know too much. I’m sorry.
The chief examiner reached out with his hands, his arms were inflated and his muscles were growing fast, making him look like a deformed lobster.
He grabbed my arms.
He wants to tear me apart.
“Sensei Jang. “The sound of a purified woman.
It’s the mobile teacher who sent me to the bathroom.
She’s in black.
The chief examiner’s arm quickly returned to normal. Strawberries are missing, as if nothing had happened.
“Why are there so many people missing from your exams? I’m sorry.
“They’re late. I’m sorry.
It’s not!
They were killed!
But I can’t make a sound.
“Oh, I see. The mobile examiner laughed, and she pointed at me, “What about her?” What are you doing here?”
“She has to go to the bathroom. I’m sorry.
“Okay. “I’ll take her. I’m sorry.
I went back to the familiar bathroom.
The mobile examination is at the door.
And when I started the mobile test, I gave me the rolls, and when I went to the second floor, I saw the words.
Run. I’m sorry.
There’s a car key in the scroll.
People in black can be trusted. But don’t use anything they give you.
Mobile examinations are in black.
She told me to run and gave me a car key.
“Are you ready? “The Black Inspector asked me.
I hesitated for a moment, “Okay. I’m sorry.
“Then clean up your exams. I’m sorry.
I held toilet paper with a little tremor in my hand.
The Law of the Life of the High Tests did not lie to me; indeed the one in white is the devil.
Do I have to accept the car keys?
What? Mr. Lee, you’re here. This is when another mobile test came in. But she was wearing white.
“What’s wrong? Another student goes to the bathroom just after the exam? I’m sorry.
“Uh, yeah, she ate a bad stomach. “How can you be so careless to eat? I’m sorry.
Everything seems familiar.
But everything is different.
I said, “Teacher, have you ever heard of ice cones? I’m sorry.
The wind has swept over, the darkness has engulfed everything.
My head snapped like a sting.
Don’t shout, keep quiet, or you’ll die.
– All this pain is a blessing to you!
– You think your parents sent you to this exam?
– I’m right… Doctor. I’m right.
The teacher of the examination in the white shirt suddenly sheds a heavy light on him.
I was blinded by the light. I could only see on her holy white wing.
Every feather is bones.
I saw her snowy goat hoof and the horn of the devil over her head.
She’s got eyes all over her!
“You are the highest man I have ever seen.” I’m sorry.
Noble?
Where is it noble?
Can’t you see she’s full of bones?
But I can’t talk!
“This is all I should do.” I’m sorry.
I can’t talk.
I saw the back of the black teacher, and there was a bloody word.
Run! _Other Organiser
I flipped my head and ran.
The White Officer was flapping his wings and the Black Officer was holding her leg in good faith.
She can’t fly anymore.
More and more inspectors of white clothes stormed into the building, and their white wings were made of skulls, and they came to me with bones clinking.
I’ve got nowhere to go.
I fell in a bunch of bloody heads.
Their necks are stretched, like a giant balloon, more like a giant mushroom cloud.
“I am right!” I’m sorry.
I move with my head, and the blood and the bump make me sick. I sat on such a bloody cloud, watching the playground.
The dead girl came in like a tide.
With my head divided on both sides, and I rolled down their necks.
And I rolled into the tide of the dead and fled in the red skirts of the young.
“I’m right… Doctor. I’m right. They cried and were cut off by angels flying their wings.
The limbs fell like rain, and in chaos I finally washed into the garage.
I touched the key.
Seven people in black can be trusted. But don’t use anything they give you. _Other Organiser
But I have to drive out of here!
I don’t care about the rules.
As soon as the engine started, I saw the teacher in black on the cockpit glass.
She was trapped in countless white examinations, and looked far away as a little ink on the snow.
The car was blown out of the garage, and the clothes of the teacher in black were quickly redened and then swallowed up in white.
“Get out of here. “Take the evidence and get everyone out.” I’m sorry.
I slept a long time.
I know it’s not a dream.
But I, I must admit, it was just a dream.
Do not write in the daytime.
Because there are some truths that can’t be seen.
The examiner wears red clothes, takes red pens, not electric sticks, and is not a test paper.
For authority should not stem from violence and barriers to information.
Don’t shout, keep quiet, or you’ll die.
Because the gun hit the head.
Do not reject any of the demons’ demands, especially when they are dressed in white and hold papers.
Those who stand on moral high ground and are politically correct cannot be wrong.
Do not answer English at nightfall.
Even if the situation is bleak, it should not be blind.
Don’t let anyone find out you can see goats.
Protect yourselves before you defeat the devil.
People in black can be trusted. But don’t use anything they give you.
I don’t know.
Dream over.
I’m awake.
The day I got out, the sun was very bright.
My parents were all over the headmaster and the doctor, grateful.
“Thank you! Thank you so much! Thanks to you two, we’ll get her off the Internet. I’m sorry.
“Oh, what’s so bad about being young? You had to play the game. You said the game. I’m sorry.
“She’s been disobedient and we’ve broken our hearts. And what about the E.C.I. Award? Don’t do business!
I sat in a wheelchair, looked down at my arms.
Red marks all over it.
It’s a trace of electroshock therapy.
I wasn’t crazy. I just happen to be a teenager.
I don’t want a blessing.
And do not be blessed.
I just want to be a free man.
“Don’t worry, she’s a good girl now. I’m sure next year’s finals will be good. I’m sorry.
I felt myself in a good wake.
Yeah, I’m sure I’ll make it next year.
Note
My high school essays have rocked the country.
Because I wrote a zero-point fairy tale.
I wrote:
I’m a colored cat.
There are many kinds of cats in the world, white cats, red cats, grey cats, black cats, but there are no five-coloured cats.
Either way, they love life. They like to eat cat food, to walk, to leave black balls everywhere.
But I love studying.
My mom said to me, “You’re a cat, you should eat cat food, get more meat, get a hearty cat with lots of kittens.”
But I wouldn’t. I have to learn.
Mom put me in a good cat house to save me.
The cat teacher is so beautiful, white hair, like an angel without a stain.
The teacher said, “You will eat nothing but cat food from today, and you will not study.” I’m sorry.
We said, “I can eat cat food, but I also have to learn.” I’m sorry.
The cat teacher got angry and stabbed me with a truncheon.
I still don’t want to. I have to learn.
Gradually, it began to be said to me, “We are cats, we should eat cat food, we cannot learn.” I’m sorry.
So they became snow and white cats.
And the kitten said to the cat, “I’ve eaten the cat food, why don’t I study?” If you hit me, I’ll tell Mom! I’m sorry.
Here comes the little cat’s mother, and she listens to the little cat, and she says, “No, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
Cats and cats get beat up. Blood dyed her hair red. She became Red Cat.
I said with other cats and cats: “We are cats and cats, we should eat cat food, we cannot learn.” I’m sorry.
And I said to the Red Cat, “Eat well, don’t learn. I’m sorry.
The Red Cat cried and said, “I am right! I’m sorry.
I think she’s right. But it hurts.
No matter how hard the cat teacher beats with an electric stick, the kitten won’t give up on his studies.
Then, one day, the teacher took an ice cone and put it in her eyebrow, and it got a couple of times in her head.
Dr. Cat says it’s called a pre-estate white hysterectomy. It’s a good thing that you won the Cat Belle Prize.
It’s quiet after the operation, she eats cat food every day and doesn’t talk about studying.
More and more cats and cats are being brought in, and more and more cats and cats are becoming white cats and cats.
But there’s more and more red cats.
There’s a big red cat and he’s not allowed to operate on her. The doctor was angry and accidentally turned the red cat into porridge.
Each one of us ate. Sweet sour, like strawberry.
I decided to pretend to be a white cat for life. Until one day I saw a black cat.
“I’m a white cat.” I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “You’re not a white cat.” I’m sorry.
“I’m a white cat in the shadows.” I’m sorry.
He’s mixed up with a white cat.
One day I learned to be found by a white cat who said, “No, this little cat is just destroying contraband.”
White Cat overwhelms me in black cat’s soft and hard bubble. I said, “Are you really white?” I’m sorry.
“I’m a cat.” Whatever the color, we were supposed to be cats and cats. I’m sorry.
I thought I was used to only eating cat food, but I was too much of a learner.
I’ve been ready for a long time and I want to run away.
The day I ran away, White Cats caught me in groups, Black Cats gave me a dandelion.
“Fly away. It’ll take you away. I’m sorry.
I’m holding on to Plum. And the spring wind came, and I was overflyed by the wind.
I saw the black cat being torn to pieces by the white cat, who shouted with anger: “Trait! I’m sorry.
I flew over them. I was so scared.
The spring wind makes the sound of a red cat: “Men asks us what we want to become, and we say we want to be a spring wind for other kittens. I’m sorry.
I finally flew out, and I told Mom and Dad about the murder of the black cat and the red cat.
Nobody believes me.
I was sent to another good cat and cat library.
I had to pretend I was white.
A year later, I successfully graduated. White Cat said to my mother, “Don’t worry, she’s very good now. There must be a lot of cat food next year. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
