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"Ding Ling Ling—"
The class bell finally rang.
I let out a long sigh, my body shedding its burdens, and I relaxed slightly.
The students freed themselves from their tired expressions, trickling out of the classroom in small groups. Their footsteps became lighter, and laughter echoed in the room.
No one came over to offer me a drink, no director shook my hand to say "Good job," and not a single fan rushed over for my autograph. Even though I hadn’t flubbed a line and had performed as if in a full-length movie, a twinge of disappointment welled up inside me.
But the day wasn’t over yet. Once the classroom was empty, I quickly locked the door.
I checked to see if any students had forgotten their belongings. If not, the chance of them returning to find me would be less than one in a thousand—negligible, as I calculated silently in my mind.
The curtains had already been drawn when I started the slide show, creating a barrier that separated the classroom's secrets from the outside world.
Just to be safe, I had taped newspaper over the window above the door yesterday. The paper clung tightly to the glass, like a protective suit for the window.
After retrieving him from the platform, I carefully loosened his limbs, gently massaging his joints to minimize any unwanted discoloration.
Then I moved him to a spot at the back of the room, in the least conspicuous corner. It felt like handling a precious piece of porcelain; my movements were soft and cautious. I arranged him in a position that resembled someone sleeping with their head down on the desk—a common sight in classrooms that wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. I looked at my work with satisfaction.
"Classmate, it's already after class; why aren't you leaving?"
His stillness prompted me to fully embrace my role. I feigned shock, widening my eyes and opening my mouth in surprise as I turned his face over with a somewhat frantic motion.
Although the order was reversed and no one shouted "CUT," I dashed toward the teacher's lounge as fast as I could, my footsteps flying as if something terrifying were chasing me from behind.
"Another one."
"Sigh..."
"The exam pressure is too much, we should call the police..."
Seeing their reactions, I began to doubt whether I should be so surprised. I gasped for breath as if I had just run a marathon, and quickly dialed 110 on the phone on the desk, followed by the Security Department, my fingers pressing the buttons rapidly.
Not long after hanging up, a crowd of students filled the hallway, like a swarm of curious ants gathering together.
However, the entrance to the classroom was blocked by security guards who had arrived first, preventing anyone from entering. The guards stood firm at their posts.
Those who were stopped leaned in curiously, their expressions serious and tense, reminiscent of scenes from past student movements. Their eyes reflected curiosity and unease.
I thought to myself that if Xiao Fang suddenly sat up and laughed, saying "It's just a movie shoot," everyone would show expressions of great disappointment and then leave grumbling.
Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted from downstairs.
"Are the police here already?"
"That can't be true."
"Police cars usually don't arrive this fast."
"School matters are unpredictable."
The discussions from upstairs rose and fell, piquing my curiosity. Were they really the police? Why hadn't I heard any sirens? I wondered internally.
Just as a few of us teachers were about to open the door to find out what was happening, a familiar figure pushed the door open and rushed in.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, and I was taken aback, staring at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion.
His lips were tightly sealed, and his face was etched with sorrow and anger. He stood there, glaring at me in silence, his gaze piercing as if he wanted to see right through me.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally broke down in tears, the floodgates opening wide. Through his sobs, he choked out, "It was Le'er, it was Le'er who killed him..."
I doubted my hearing, my body jolting as I quickly reached out to steady his trembling shoulders, shaking him slightly as I urgently said, "Say that again; I don't think I heard you clearly."
"Just ask her yourself! She told me on the phone just now that she killed Xiao Fang..." His voice quivered with grief, his body shivering slightly, eyes filled with terror and panic as his hands flailed helplessly in the air.
At that moment, my mind felt like it had been emptied, leaving me in a state of blankness.
I instinctively opened my mouth, almost blurting out, "But I killed him," yet when I turned to look at the crowd gathered by the door, I suddenly froze. My gaze became somewhat dazed as doubts crept into my mind. Was this really something I had done?
Had everything I just experienced been nothing more than a fleeting dream? Or had I truly stepped into another parallel world as I once imagined?
I stood there in a daze, staring blankly ahead as if trying to recall something important, but my thoughts were a chaotic mess.
It seemed that not only could I aspire for an Oscar for Best Actor; perhaps even a Nobel Prize was within reach.
I silently chuckled at the absurdity of it all. My expression grew increasingly complex—part resignation, part self-mockery. The corners of my mouth lifted slightly, yet my eyes were filled with bitterness and confusion. I gently shook my head, trying to shake off these ridiculous thoughts.
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