Chen Shuo's body was still lying there, but the invigilator didn't care about his death and continued to write down the voting results.

"Third round of exams:

Shen Ming: 30 votes

Chen Shuo: 2 votes

Hao Ren: 1 vote

...

Xia Xue: 1 vote"

The class monitor, Chen Jiao, and Zhang Kai are already dead. Only 47 students are left, and this time the vote count finally matches, exactly 47 votes.

But I never thought that more than half of the classmates would choose to vote for Shen Ming.

The promise we made, it turns out most people didn't keep it, and Shen Ming is about to die soon.

And Chen Shuo, who just died... didn't need to die at all.

It's truly... ridiculous!

My palms are still sweaty. If I had... If I wrote my own name, would I also face the same fate?

I really dare not imagine...

When I talked to the invigilator just now, I was already sure that she voted for me in the first round.

I didn't see the vote count for Li Juan, the class monitor I wrote, obviously this BUG is not valid, so the current vote count matches the number of people.

So, who has been voting for me in the second round and now the third round... who is it?

Unconsciously, a chill ran down my back, as if something was watching me in the darkness.

Just at that moment, the invigilator's body twisted again.

Her neck suddenly stretched very long, and then it floated in front of Shen Ming's eyes.

"Oh dear ~ seems like you're the vice class monitor, right?"

"It seems your classmates don't like you very much ~"

Shen Ming's face visibly turned pale, and then "crack".

That pale face disappeared, completely gone.

Because...

His entire

head had been swallowed in one bite by the invigilator, who suddenly opened her mouth wide.

"Indeed, the brains of clever ones taste better ~"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the invigilator.

And my eyes met hers all of a sudden.

"The brains of clever people are sweeter!"

The invigilator said again, then licked her lips.

Although she didn't speak, I was absolutely certain that she was talking to me!

If I didn't escape, I would be her next snack...

I don't know why, but a sentence Sweetie said to me before popped into my head:

"Why take a one percent risk when you can be a hundred percent sure to stay alive?"