That night, Feng Xue sneaked out of the dormitory once again and arrived in front of the school building adorned with corpses and white bones. After a few days of student life, he had a faint hunch about certain issues here.
Regrettably, this wasn't his original world; under lockdown in the school and without internet access, he couldn't search the web of this world to see if around the year 2001, such a well-equipped high school had undergone any incidents.
Heading straight to the copy room, Feng Xue saw those stacks of test papers again. However, this time he wasn't there to print papers, but to mark them with sweat (meaning to make marks).