Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Sometimes, death could be extremely close. Death could be on the same bus with us. Gao Ming put away his phone and walked to the back after reading Liu Yi’s message. He walked past the bandaged man and sat beside Zuo Bo. Zhou Sisi looked behind her curiously. She had no idea why Gao Ming suddenly left.
“Long time no see.” Gao Ming stared at Zuo Ba silently. He saw the wounds on Zuo Bo’s fingers and neck. This was the evidence left behind by Zuo Bo’s mental illness. Zuo Bo mumbled something. Gao Ming had to lean close to hear clearly.
“Pavlov’s dog, Thorndike’s cat, Skinner’s guinea pig, Bandura’s doll, Kohler’s Mentality of Apes, Tolman’s mice maze…”
“Psychological experiments?” Gao Ming had memorised these things before. Zuo Bo was not a social person. He seemed to be trapped in a class. After some time, Zuo Bo suddenly stood up. He looked at everyone on the bus and scratched his face. “Is it recess? Why are we not in class?”
“Zuo Bo, you’ve graduated.” Gao Ming consoled Zuo Bo softly, “We’ve all graduated.”
“Then, why are we in the same place? Do you want to lure him back?” Zuo Bo turned around and bent down. His face was almost stuck to Gao Ming’s face. His eyes were bloodshot.
“Lure whom back?” Gao Ming was confused.
“It’s him!” Zuo Bo couldn’t explain it. He scratched many wounds on his face and then returned to his previous state. Zuo Bo seemed to know something. Gao Ming tried to remember their time in university. Zuo Bo’s mental breakdown was not without warning. He often talked to himself during classes, like he had an invisible friend.
The bus continued to move. The atmosphere within was not affected. The students sang, played games and drank. The passengers appeared to be lulled by them. They didn’t realise how much time had actually passed.
“We’re here.” The bus didn’t arrive at the holiday villa but at Han De Private School.
Before everyone could react, the driver with the black band drove the bus into the school. Then, he plugged out th
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