Chapter 210: Survivors

A few days ago.

The former site of T Academy.

The white snow had covered the entire campus, and except for a few clock towers and the spires of high-rise buildings emerging from the snow, this top aristocratic school covering an area of 2000 acres had completely disappeared from the ground level.

It's hard to believe that there were still people surviving in this bustling campus covered in ice and snow.

This depends on the sturdiness of the T Academy buildings and the massive amount of funds invested during construction.

After all, the children who attend school in this place were all the children of officials and tycoons.

The school they built for their own children was more than a hundred times better in quality than public schools. At this moment, there was still a group of students taking refuge in a gymnasium in the school.

Under the snow layer, the air was thin, and coupled with the terrifying events that had occurred in recent days, everyone was mentally and physically exhausted.

Everyone gathered in groups of three or five, with haggard and anxious expressions on their faces.

The teacher who just took care of them went to the warehouse to look for food, leaving them to rest here.

In a corner of the gym, a girl with long hair was sitting in a wheelchair, looking down at the basketball court floor in a daze.

Her skin was somewhat sickly white, even paler than the snow outside.

The slender figure seemed to be easily blown down by a gust of wind, delicate and delicate.

But beneath those long black hair, there was a stunningly beautiful face.

Exquisite and compact, not much larger than a palm, with a six point similarity in appearance to Jennifer, but completely different in style from her.

Jennifer's face always carried a hint of stubbornness and self-improvement.

And the softness and pitiful look on her face can definitely make every man's desire for protection explode!

In one sentence, it would be - an absolutely pitiful girl, as beautiful as a flower that could wither at any moment.

She was Xin, the cousin of Jennifer.

But at this moment, this genius hacker girl appeared somewhat lonely.

She only had one long-time friend by her side.

And other classmates were far away from them, unwilling to get involved in any relationship.

Even the look in Xin's eyes was tinged with disgust.

It's not because Xin did anything wrong.

Just because her legs were disabled and she was still alive.

Nowadays, everyone was in danger, and no one knew when the terrifying creatures in the dark would appear.

Having a cripple around was equivalent to adding an extra burden.

Unfortunately, their teacher was someone who attached great importance to professional ethics, and every time they encountered danger, they insisted on bringing her along.

At the beginning, everyone had no complaints about Xin, but instead cared for her and took care of her.

But as more and more people died, they went from just over a hundred to over forty now, and everyone's mentality twisted.

Xin, who can only sit in a wheelchair, was seen as a burden even if she hadn't done anything.

Some people even blame Xin for their friend's death.

"Why can you live with a disability when everyone else is dead?"

"Could it be because of your existence that everyone was killed?"

In the desperate situation of death, humans either burst out with extremely rare kindness or burst out with evil hidden deep in their hearts.

The latter was easier because disgust was easier to learn than forgiveness.

And this evil twisted their hearts immensely.

In the repression of death, people always need to find ways to release their negative emotions.

If one can derive pleasure from bullying the weak, they were willing to indulge in this sin in moments of uncertain life and death.

The strong were angry and drew their swords towards the stronger, while the weak were angry and drew their swords towards the weaker.

Breathing thin oxygen, the students in the gym had no extra strength to move around.

Everyone leaned against the wall or sat on gymnastics mats, and began to discuss.

A young girl spoke slowly, 'Do you think we can still survive?'

Upon hearing this, several girls around showed fear and helplessness on their tired faces.

The other girl hugged her knee tightly and trembled, saying, "We can definitely survive! We can definitely survive."

"But too many people have already died!"

Reading out each name made everyone feel extremely cold in their hearts.

Those were their former classmates, and they watched helplessly as they died in front of them. At this moment, a girl with a wavy roll caught a glimpse of Xin in her wheelchair. For no apparent reason, a strong sense of disgust rose from her heart.

"So many people had died, why was this disabled person still alive?"

This topic was difficult to end from the beginning.

Everyone seemed to have found an outlet, and they all looked at Xin with angry eyes.

"Every time I run away, I have to bring her along. It's really troublesome! Teacher is really sorry, why don't we just let her feed the monsters."

"Exactly, what's the point of her? With her appearance, she might die of illness someday."

"I think she's like a broomstick star. She doesn't die on her own, but instead keeps dragging us down."

The girls' expressions gradually became distorted, with a twisted pleasure in between.

The criticism of Xin gave them pleasure in this despair.

Just put all the responsibility on Xin!

It's like if Xin died, they could all survive.

Or perhaps they were simply unleashing their malice and fear.

Once someone initiates this topic, those around them would also be affected.

"I think she's also a burden! If she dies, won't everyone have to work so hard."

"If she dies, the monsters won't let us go! But... if there's a next time, can we throw her down and lure the monsters."

"In that case, at least her sacrifice is meaningful."

"Anyway, it's already this looks What is she struggling with? Even if she lives, she's still a hermit, isn't she?"

…

The girls were discussing more recklessly.

Their voices gradually grew louder, and eventually their facial expressions became distorted and insane.

On the male side, there were also people discussing the necessity of protecting Xin.

"We have protected her for long enough, can we consider it as a display of benevolence and righteousness."

A flat headed boy frowned and said, 'Why don't you bring her next time!'

At this moment, a boy with a delicate hairstyle and his back against the wall helplessly said, "What's the use of talking about it? Teacher always can't bear to leave someone behind. What's the result? Oh, aren't people dying more and more?"

He was the class monitor of this class named Frank.

At this moment, among the people who were initially discussing Xin, suddenly a girl with a ponytail stood up.

With a strange smile on her face, she walked step by step with her hands behind her back to Xin.

Xin lifted her head, afraid to look at her.

"Meng... Meng…"

Meng walked up to Xin and looked down at her from a high position.

Her gaze slowly became malicious, then she bowed and said to Xin, "Xin, please go die quickly, okay?"

"Your current appearance is completely a burden, how disgusting."