Devil's Word

Chapter 12: Hey, don't run

"Class president, go get the assignment for the whole class." The math teacher put a thick set of problems on the teacher's desk.

The class president went to the teacher's desk to receive the questions and distribute them to the whole class in turn.

Her whole life of more than ten years of schooling has always encountered a scary math teacher. Math isn't scary, but Emma Hatthaway is. To be more precise, afraid of the teacher teaching it.

At all three levels of schooling, Emma Hatthaway had to study difficult and harsh math teachers. The fear of math ran through her head. Seeing the teacher's face as the numbers left her head, there was nothing left.

Emma Hatthaway read through the problem. This time the problem was not too difficult, she could still solve it. When she was mentally ready, she started to do the homework.

The first few sentences seem to be only in the form of awareness and understanding. Emma Hatthaway works very quickly. But after a few sentences, it seems that her progress has slowed down.

The cold feeling on the back of her neck found her again just as she was testing this damn subject.

"Miss, do it. The answer to that question is D." A familiar voice entered her ears every night, the other eyeless woman came to interrupt.

"No, you won't do anything to me." Emma Hatthaway said firmly. She was also strengthening herself. Let go of the cold on the back of your neck.

The answer to the question that woman just asked is A. She has already calculated the result. This woman is just distracting her so she can't do her homework.

The cold was no longer on the back of Emma Hatthaway's nape, but all of her goosebumps had to rise one by one, the cold now wasn't just in one place. It moved in circles, as if the eyeless woman was circling around her.

Try to refocus yourself, not to be distracted by her. Emma Hatthaway is hard at work.

"How can you be so tired? If you study a lot, you'll be crazy, if you miss school, you won't have to study so hard." That woman did not give up, just flew back and forth and said meaningless sentences into her ear.

"You have to give me your eyes first, then I'll help you with your homework. I was good at math when I was alive." That woman wheezes like a hungry ghost.

"Go and teach your children." The anger was unbearable, Emma Hatthaway said it out loud, fortunately without inciting everyone.

"What did I do... was..."

Her words were only half spoken when another sound overcame hers.

"Hey Emma, ​​who are you talking to?" The ghastly face of the math teacher crouched down next to her.

If she didn't have a heart that had been trained over the years, she would probably have jumped back after being startled by the teacher.

"No, I'm not talking to anyone." Emma Hatthaway immediately regained her composure to protest.

"Don't try to ask other friends, just once I see you like that again, please submit." The teacher slammed her hand on the table and walked away.

Emma Hatthaway hadn't even swallowed her first shock.

"What kind of person is so ungainly, with a slim figure but a hateful face? People keep interrupting when they're talking." The angry woman spoke up, no one knows what her expression is now. Only voices could be heard because it was daytime.

Emma Hatthaway didn't respond anymore, she was afraid she would be distracted. She was afraid that she would have to submit her papers early, and if her score was low, she would be done.

"Don't ignore me, answer me."

"..."

"Hey hey, don't make me hot."

"..."

Emma Hatthaway felt a sudden rush of cold air at the back of her neck. This was followed by the feeling of long, sharp fingernails touching the body. Deeper and deeper day by day. She gritted her teeth and endured, in broad daylight, she could do this. It was very likely that she was about to turn into a demon. This must have been accumulated over the course of the day.

Emma Hatthaway's hand clenched into a fist, her teeth clenched together to endure this flesh and blood torture. There were blue veins on the beautiful white hand. Knowing she wouldn't be able to finish the last few sentences of the exam, she quickly circled all the questions.

Time did not leave Emma Hatthaway. Just a moment later, the drum sounded to leave, everyone stood up to load cards. The bone pain in her neck also disappeared, she quickly loaded her cards and quickly ran out of the classroom.

She was afraid that if she stayed a second longer, her friends would come out before her, and the woman would come looking for her again.

"Hey Emma, why run so fast? Wait for us a moment." Mai's voice called out to follow behind.

Running with Bella are two more friends in her class, including neighbor Lisa.

"What's wrong?" Emma Hatthaway turned, waited for the other three to run up to her, and then asked.

"Why are you running like crazy when you leave today? Is something wrong?" Lisa asked, she was sweating profusely.

Bella and Lisa, to keep up with her, had to run down from the third floor to follow her, the two of them breathing like they'd never breathed before.

"No, I just want to run. It's nothing."

"Today at the crossroads there is a new grilled meat skewers shop. Come home from school this afternoon and eat." Bella smiled gleefully.

The side of the intersection near the school is a snack paradise for all high school students here. At the intersection, there are dozens of shops selling snacks. They are all open when students come home from school, or at home, they sell all day. Which is the patch, the meatball, the banh beo, which is enough. And many snacks are learned from the north. Just passing through the intersection, the aroma had already hit everyone's nose.

"Okay, I still have money. Have you tried it yet? What if it's not delicious?" Emma Hatthaway also likes to go out to snack with some friends, just mentioning food, her eyes light up.

"I've eaten it, I have to call it the best. It's really delicious, I'll have to check it out first before I tell you," Lisa said.

"Okay, then see you later this afternoon."

"Don't run like before."

Emma Hatthaway smiled lightly and left, followed by Lisa. Because their houses are close to each other, they went home together, but Lisa rode the tram with her sister. So she ended up riding alone on a crappy bike.

Today is a very hot afternoon. Through the layer of uniform and T-shirt underneath, she still felt her skin burning. With the concrete pavement, it must be called hot as fire.

"Hey girl." A hideous voice that sounded like an imposter came from behind her.

By inertia, she turned around to see if someone was calling her. But behind her was a man with a haggard face like an addict, wrinkled skin clinging to the bones inside, which was extremely creepy.

"Pedal slow, just listen to me." The man on the dilapidated motorbike made a loud squealing sound and shouted at her to drown out the roar.

At this time, Emma Hatthaway seemed to have encountered a ghost and was addicted. She turned around to look at him, and then tried to kick her life. Perhaps she could run faster than the tram, but by the time she accelerated, there was no one on the road. When she was still cycling leisurely, everyone had already gone home to avoid the sun and eat lunch.

"Hey, don't run. I didn't do anything." The man ran over to her again.

She rode a rickety bicycle with a small amount of strength and had no problem with the other motorbike. No matter how fast she tried to pedal, he could still catch up without losing strength.

Where she stayed was a remote countryside, sparsely populated. There was not a single person on the way she walked, there was only one house from time to time, but it seemed that people had finished eating, went to bed, turned on the fan, and had almost finished sleeping.