Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

The closer you got to the classroom, the more pungent the smoke became, the fumes and black smoke blocking everybodys vision.

The theological teacher first stopped the students from moving towards the classroom and began to have them evacuate immediately.

Hurry, go downstairs and line up students!

But the anthology book I just bought is still there![1]

Thats right! My wallets in there too! What do I do? Ill be like a poor vagrant!

Ahhhh! My limited edition Angel Angel comic book![2]

For a while, the students anxiously kicked up a noisy racket.

But the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and they didnt have the courage to keep approaching. They ended up leaving the building with the students of other classes.

Zhou Yu looked expressionlessly at the huge fire in the classroom. The clear, emerald eyes reflected the flames that never seemed to burn out.

Was it the sketch?

Who knows.

Boom-pop!!!!

The flames burst from the classroom; even the windows couldnt withstand the heat waves, shattering before being consumed by the inferno. The glass fragments were scattered over the evacuated and screaming populous below.

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Hot cheerleader Jenny was a popular figure on campus. Her long blonde hair and large breast were in line with the mainstream aesthetics of Clay planet. Having received mens attention even after her puberty had only just begun, Jenny was very proud of her body.

But today, Jenny, whod always been beautiful, came to school with an exhausted anxiousness.

She sat in her seat, doodled uneasily in her textbook with her pen, and didnt even look up at the lecture.[3]

Today, lets learn about Lesson 11 On the podium, the English teachers voice floated around like a lullaby.

The originally beautiful Jenny had two dark circles under her dull eyes.

Listening to the hypnotically soothing speech of the English teacher, Jenny felt her eyelids become heavy; it seemed that she might enter a deep sleep at any time.

Dont! Cant sleep! Absolutely not!

Jennys eyes widened in horror. Trying to drive away the remaining drowsiness, she pierced her arm with the pen in her hand to wake herself up.

Bright red blood spewed from her pale, tender arm, paining her instantly. She couldnt help the tears emerging from her eyes.

Wuwunoowuwu, dont sleep, dont sleep! Please! Dont sleep! She wept in a low voice, trying to suppress her inner despair.

She regretted that shed lied due to a moments hatred and caused Morris to be taken away. Now that hes back, hes back to revenge ohh! What could she do?

Jennys gaze became even more horrified when she remembered how hed been fooled by her lies and taken away by fanatical believers two weeks ago.

He wont let me go, hell kill me, hell kill me

Jenny? Jenny! Im asking you a question! Get up and answer the question! The English teachers harsh and unpleasant voice was so sharp that she pierced Jennys anxiety fiercely, causing her eyes to dull even more.

Wh-what? Jenny no longer had her usual spirit, and stood up with a jumpy look on her face.

Maybe she should go to the priest in the church for help, yes! Perhaps only a deity could subdue this demon!

Jenny thought of this solution, and as if she had finally escaped from the continuous nightmares these days, her face began to recover some warmth.

Im asking you On the podium, the English teacher with long, smooth brown hair curled up behind her head frowned and looked at Jenny with an unscrupulous stare.

Puchi

A sharp, ghostly hand pierced the English teachers head, and bright red plasma splashed onto Jennys face.

Jiejiejie, you should say hi to me. How do your lies taste? Haha! Look at your tongue, it must be terrible! Jiejiejie~ Skin charcoaled black, the male teen in an unsuitable high school uniform held the English teachers corpse and malevolently grinned.

A few drops of blood had also landed in Jennys eyes, reddening her vision.

Her body was shaking, and she felt strangely cold all over.

She couldnt tell whether she was in a dream or not. The strong smell of blood stimulated her fragile nerves, and she nearly collapsed right away.

The man standing on the podium looked at her, and in the pitch-black eye-sockets was a deathly stillness, which made people feel terror and a shivering cold from looking at them.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The previously beautiful-looking blonde could no longer control her inner terror, and screamed in despair.

Shing

The scorched man cut Jennys tongue out and stared at her laughingly.

Wow, youre magical Jenny, you can scream without your tongue. Could you still see me without your eyes?

The youth was making a horrifying joke. Jenny dreaded being close to that coma-inducing face, and had the tongue that had been severed in her hand. That horribly frightening visage, in it, she could just barely recognize where some of his handsome and bright features from the past would be.[4]

Jennys tongue was cut off whole, the pain that ordinary people couldnt bear caused her pupils to start to dilate.

She thought, this must be a nightmare, and she wanted to wake up.

But no, no matter how much she screamed and prayed in her heart, she couldnt escape this hell.

Even such severe pain couldnt wake her from sleep.

Perhaps this is the real world?

Jenny looked in horror at the demon who was burnt so far that he had no clear semblance of skin.

She could only cover her mouth that was constantly bleeding and weep in despair.

The burnt, ugly, and scary face was getting closer.

Jenny could no longer control her horror, and tried to run out of this classroom.

However, when she turned her head, Jenny found that the classroom, which was originally full of people sitting, now had no soul in sight, and all the tables and chairs seemed to be on fire.

The floor creaked under her feet and was nearly worn through, as if she could not bear her weight and would break the next moment.

Crackle

As Jenny desperately tried to run out of the classroom, the floor cracked open as a large hole appeared, exactly as she suspected.

She fell in one step and half of her body came down. She could only cling to the floor next to her helplessly, letting those wooden thorns stab her fingers bloody, not daring to relax.

Because under the floor was a pool of hot magma, anything that fell in would be engulfed by extremely hot flames and turned into ashes.

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[1] Original mtl translation said album, so I went into the raws to see what type of album it was, but it didnt specify. The other definition was anthology, a collection of writings in a book, so I went with that.

[2] this:Angel angel comic book

[3] Never do this. Pleasseee, if youre going to doodle on anything, do it in a notebook. Please never doodle in a textbook. And I spent far too much time trying to figure out an alternative to Jennys name

[4] I dont understand what this paragraph as to do with the rest of the story at all

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Ch 66.2

Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wuwu! Tears covered Jennys originally beautiful face, her bright-blue eyes filling with a dull dread.

She wanted to ask for mercy, but blood was still flowing from her mouth, she could only make hoarse wailing sounds with the surviving half of her tongue.

The soles of her feet could already feel the scorching heat of magma, and the fear of death was draining her spirit.

Eh! Hey, Jenny, you poor thing, do you need my help? The charred man walked to Jenny, pretending to be sympathetic. A touch of false compassion appeared on his black face.

Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Anxiety and pleads appeared in Jennys eyes.

A blade of light flickered, and five of the digits holding Jenny above the pit on the edge of the floor were scattered into the magma.

The cuts on the knuckles were so neat that it took several seconds for blood to come flow.

The pain at the separation made Jenny scream unbearably: Aggggghhhhhhhhh!

Ha ha ha ha ha-great, it seems that you liked my help! Then Ill do it again! A terrible smile appeared on that wicked face, he raised his sharp edge of the knife in his hand.

Sweat turned Jennys beautiful blonde hair into just a pile of straw, sticking to her face, looking extremely pitiful.

Desperately, she grabbed the floor with her other hand, and as the body slowly dropped, she left a few crimson marks on the floor.

Not good! Its on fire! The classroom is on fire!

A scream tore through the original horror atmosphere, and the man with burn scars all over his face and eyes, gradually put away the deliberately cruel smile on his mouth, instead revealing a sort of despondent expression

The fire was in his friend Zhou Yus classroom.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! At the same time, the flames devoured Jennys body.

Jenny woke up from her nightmare of dropped in the magma, sweating and utterly terrified.

The lingering feeling of every piece of skin on her body being licked by the flames made her deathly pale; she could no longer return to her normal life, as if shed actually really died.

During the past few days, she continuously had nightmares every night, extremely real and vivid nightmares.

The pain she suffered in the dreamscape made her wish she were dead. She was overwhelmed.

While it was originally very loud due to somebody shouting fire, there was a brief silence because of Jennys outburst.

Jenny glanced around, panting quickly, then rushed out of the classroom.

She was going to find the priest, yes, priest, only the priest could deal with that damn demon!

Jenny! Dont run around! Jenny! The English teacher standing on the podium wanted to stop Jenny, but failed, and finally gave up.

Bang pieces of glass exploded one after another, the fire was already sky-high.

On this cold winter day, Zhou Yu watched the raging fire in that classroom; strangely, it made him feel a little warm.

The classmates next to him started screaming again; apparently they had left the building, but they seemed to still be stuck in the scare of the fire, crying without end.

In fact, Zhou Yu knew that when he faced this unexpected situation for the first time, his reaction was most abnormal.

He was always expressionless and emotionally stable, like a robot without any empathy or feeling.

It was as if he was separated from the world around him by a layer of film, and he couldnt get in.

After Morris left, his symptoms became even more obvious. Maybe the depression hadnt gotten better before, but he didnt want to heal.

He felt that it was so good. Right now, the extra feelings would only affect his reasoning.

After a while, the firefighters in the town finally, belatedly, started to douse the fire.

As a result of the incident, the students were told to take a day off and wait for the fire to go out before going to class.

Zhou Yu went together along the flow of people out of the school gate, his green eyes filled with indifference.

As in the morning, it was gloomy outside.

It was still cold at noon in early winter; the chilly wind blew across Zhou Yus cheek, bringing a little bit of a shiver to his skin.

Not far away was a corner. He could go home by walking to the left.

Zhou Yu walked to the corner, paused, and turned right instead.

He needed to prove a conjecture, a somewhat exaggerated idea that the fire really was related to his drawing.

This old town was located in a remote corner of the country. Due to the developments in agriculture, it maintained a close connection with the outside world, but still retained its history and cultural traditions.

For example, the small town library in front of Zhou Yu.

The quaint doors were wide open, revealing rows of bookshelves and several tables for people who wanted to study.

Zhou Yu walked into the library, expertly strode to the deepest bookshelf, and took out a large tome.

Opening the book, a simple portrait of the gods came into view.

Obviously, this was a book about countless gods origins, which is best suited to his current situation.

Closing the book, Zhou Yu took out the few yuan left on his body and borrowed the book from the librarian dozing off at the counter.

Outside the library, Zhou Yu looked at the small amount of change left in his palm, and frowned nearly imperceptibly.

His cheap, drunkard father wouldnt give him pocket money, so he earned some by working odd jobs before. He was almost out.

Looks like I need to find another job.

Zhou Yu shoved the money back into his pocket and hugged the heavy tome while striding towards his so-called home.

Sure enough, it is a bit inconvenient to lose his schoolbag.

The crows in the branches above were still screaming Caw with an unknown meaning.

Long-neglected lawns covered in weeds, with wooden houses that looked particularly eerie and shabby.

Zhou Yu walked to the door and was about to open it and enter, but out the corner of his eyes, caught a glimpse of something by the doorway.

An outdated fat is placed next to the door frame.[1]

There were some burn marks on the whitish cloth that had been partially washed away, and there was a smoky smell.

Zhou Yu crouched down, his emerald green eyes fluttering open and closed. He recognized a familiar schoolbag.

This was his schoolbag, the one that shouldve been logically burned to ash in the sea of fire.

Picking up the schoolbag, Zhou Yu noticed something wrong, turning it over to reveal the back strap.

A dark handprint was particularly noticeable on the otherwise clear fabric.