Teacher Zhang's response made everyone feel as if they were plunged into an ice celr, a chill spreading from their feet to their entire bodies.

  Li Ge extended a finger, dug into his ear forcefully, and asked again, "Teacher, what did you just say?"

  "I asked you, who is Mao Houwang?" Teacher Zhang still looked puzzled, as if he had truly never heard this name before.

  "Say it again?!" Li Ge smmed the table, pointing at Teacher Zhang, his emotions clearly on the edge.

  "What's wrong with you today, Li Ge?" Teacher Zhang also got angry, "Has no one taught you how to respect your teacher? Who exactly is Mao Houwang? Is there such a person in our grade?!"

  "What kind of joke is this!!!"

  Li Ge flipped the table in front of him with a loud crash and stormed out of the cssroom without a second thought.

  "Li Ge, what are you doing?!" Teacher Zhang shouted, preparing to chase after him, but was stopped by Zhou Yulong.

  Zhou Yulong was also unsettled, his lips trembling as he said, "Teacher Zhang, Mao Houwang is our cssmate, how could you not know?"

  "You too?" Teacher Zhang was breathing heavily, clearly agitated, "What Mao Houwang, if there was such a person in our css, how could I not know?"

  Zhou Yulong pulled Teacher Zhang over to Zhou Chang's side, pointing at the empty seat next to him, "Here, this is Mao Houwang's seat!"

  Looking at the empty desk, Teacher Zhang frowned and began to think.

  The students in the css had already lost their ability to think, each one looking at Teacher Zhang without daring to breathe.

  After a while, Teacher Zhang said, "There was never anyone sitting here."

  "What did you say?" Zhou Yulong was dumbfounded.

  Teacher Zhang's expression turned a bit grim, "If you're all pying a collective prank on the teacher, I advise you to stop."

  "This empty seat was arranged because Zhou Chang came to me, saying he wanted a desk to himself."

  Everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Chang.

  Feeling nervous under so many gazes, Zhou Chang swallowed repeatedly, "That did happen, but it was because I was being bullied by Mao Houwang that I wanted a desk to myself, wasn't it? Besides, you didn't agree to it back then, Teacher."

  As he spoke, Zhou Chang's voice grew a bit louder, "You said the css had an even number of students, so it wasn't convenient to arrange single desks, and you'd help me switch seats with someone else when you had time... isn't that what you said?"

  "I never said such a thing," Teacher Zhang shook his head, absolutely certain, "And the css has always had 51 students, where's the even number?"

  "How could you not have said it? You..." Zhou Chang was getting anxious, wanting to say more, but Zhou Yulong stopped him with a wave.

  Then, Zhou Yulong took a few books out of Mao Houwang's desk drawer, "Then what about these textbooks, Teacher?"

  "What about them?" Teacher Zhang looked at him strangely, "Students often lose their textbooks, so I always request an extra set when distributing them. If you lose one, you can take another... is that strange?"

  Hearing Teacher Zhang's answer, Zhou Yulong was momentarily stunned, then shook his head firmly, "It can't be like that, because..."

  As he spoke, Zhou Yulong opened the textbook in his hand.

  In the next second, the confident expression on his face was quickly repced by terror, the textbook slipping from his hands as he muttered, "This is impossible, this is impossible..."

  "What do you mean impossible, css monitor, what are you talking about?!" An anxious student stepped forward, grabbed the textbook from the floor, and started flipping through it.

  As the pages turned under his fingers, the student's face visibly paled.

  Others couldn't contain their curiosity and gathered around.

  But without exception, everyone who looked at the textbook had a look as if they'd seen a ghost.

  More and more people crowded around, and those who couldn't get a book started searching through Mao Houwang's desk for other textbooks.

  Ye Haoyu, taking advantage of his height, squeezed into the crowd and grabbed a nguage textbook. After a quick gnce, he handed it to Su Yuan with a shocked expression, "Old Su, there's nothing in it."

  Su Yuan took it, gnced at it, and frowned deeply.

  The textbook wasn't new, showing clear signs of use.

  But as Ye Haoyu said, there was nothing on it, not even a name.

  Su Yuan had already had the chance to look at Mao Houwang's nguage textbook a month after the semester started.

  He clearly remembered that the first page of the textbook had a drawing of the Hulk hugging a Gundam from behind.

  As for why it was a viewing, it was because Mao Houwang was a well-known artist in the css, and any famous person in the textbook illustrations hadn't escaped his creative touch.

  Like Cyclops Du Fu, Swift Sword Master Li Bai, Emperor Qin sweeping the world with a big pineapple, and Transformer Hawking, these were just his impromptu sketches.

  Anyone who had seen Mao Houwang's textbooks couldn't help but marvel at his avant-garde thinking, rich imagination, superb drawing skills, and ck of morals.

  But now, all of that was gone.

  The book was still the same book, but all traces of Mao Houwang's doodles had disappeared.

  Could a living person just vanish like that?

  No, it's too early to say that now; this isn't enough to prove that someone has just disappeared from the world.

  Su Yuan suddenly said, "Surveilnce!"

  "Surveilnce?" Ye Haoyu scratched his head, not quite getting it.

  Su Yuan squeezed into the crowd and shouted at Teacher Zhang, "Teacher, you should have the surveilnce from our cssroom in your office, right?"

  "Yes!" Zhou Yulong also shouted excitedly, "Let's go to your office and check the surveilnce; it will definitely prove that Mao Houwang is in our css!"

  "Yeah, Teacher, if you don't believe us, just take a look. This is really serious now!"

  "If we don't resolve this quickly, many more people in our css might end up dead!"

  Teacher Zhang frowned, looking at the students in front of him whose faces were filled with fear, and he began to doubt himself.

  Could it be that his memory was failing him?

  If this was a prank, then his students' acting skills were too good.

  Even the girls in the corner were so scared that they were crying.

  Thinking of this, he hesitated but eventually nodded, "Alright!"

  With that, Teacher Zhang headed straight for the cssroom door.

  The crowd followed him in a grand procession.

  However, they were immediately scolded back by Teacher Zhang.

  "It's css time now; what does it look like for so many people to be outside? Zhou Yulong, come with me to the office; the rest of you wait here!"