The Yinshan Ghost School is really big. An Xin raised his eyes and saw that there are 7 or 8 buildings on campus...
On the left are several red ones, and on the right is a group of white ones.
With a large red and green playground as the dividing line, they are far apart.
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From this point of view, time will definitely not allow them to go back...
Which one should I go to?
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Which building is the teaching building?
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I had already wasted a lot of time at the gate just now. An Xin raised his hand and looked at his watch. It seemed that there were only 5 minutes left...
Wei Zhibin gently pulled An An's clothes from behind and secretly said to her: "Let's follow them...
They are very powerful! "
An Xin looked in the direction he pointed.
Wen Ling and Martin were seen taking the lead to walk towards the three red buildings connected together on the left.
As the saying goes, listen to others and eat enough!
An Xin and Wei Zhibin also hurriedly followed.
When the human players behind saw someone taking the lead, most of them followed.
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Only a few stubborn ones walked resolutely towards the white buildings on the right.
They think that their luck is better than others, and they believe that their choice is the right one!
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As soon as they walked under the red buildings, An Xin and others could faintly hear the sound of reading aloud.
Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that their choice was the right one.
Those players who chose the white buildings are obviously in bad luck...
But at this critical moment, no one could care about them.
Who told them not to follow the large army?
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A stream of light flickered in Wen Ling's hand, and she looked down.
Said to Martin: "The teacher's office is on the third floor, but there are three buildings...
We have to move quickly and look at them one by one! "
An Xin felt the ghostly energy of the items in Wen Ling's hand.
I immediately realized: No wonder she made the right choice. It seemed that the thing in her hand must be a prop redeemed in the Thriller Game Mall.
"The teacher's office is on the third floor, and there are student classrooms on every floor. Everyone, hurry up and find where you should go!"
Martin turned his head and shouted to the people following him.
At this moment, he no longer had the playful smile he had before, but had a serious look on his face.
After all, Martin and Wen Ling are official people.
Their main purpose in entering the copy of the thriller game is to help the country retain more people!
Because there is really no rule in selecting people for the thriller game. Since its arrival, the country has lost a lot of talents...
That's why the National Security Bureau's Supernatural Team was established, and experts were selected to form teams and enter various horror dungeons to save as many talents as possible that the country needs.
It is said that two of the fifty people who entered the dungeon this time are professors from the Academy of Social Sciences.
They are the main targets of Wen Ling and Martin's protection.
It's just that time is running out. Wen Ling and Martin need to protect themselves first and don't bother to look for them yet.
After hearing what Martin said, everyone immediately dispersed and ran towards the teaching building.
After all... no one wants to be wiped out by the system so easily!
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Wei Zhibin was lucky. His class was on the first floor. As soon as he ran in, he saw the class card of Class 2, Grade 3.
I couldn't wait to rush in immediately...
An Xin walked towards the third floor, lowering his head to look at the suit he was wearing.
There were a few small pieces of colorful paint stuck to the corners of her clothes...
Horror games don’t work in vain…
An Xin thought.
This must be a clue for her...
Does this mean that she is an art teacher in school?
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She raised her head and saw the Chinese Language Group sign hanging on the door of the first office on the third floor.
Just didn't go in.
Instead, he walked straight back...
Wen Ling and Martin quickly rushed into the first office.
Soon, Martin ran out again.
But Wen Ling stayed inside.
[An Xin: ...It looks like Wen Ling should be the Chinese teacher!
She is lucky...]
Math group written above the second office.
An Xin still didn’t enter.
She couldn't waste any more time.
An Xin quickened his pace.
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Behind him, a panting voice came. Martin ran fast, surpassing An Xin.
Rushed into the third office - the English group.
time……
Coming……
It’s not easy…
An Xin finally saw the sign of the Tiyinmei group!
She rushed right in.
The moment she walked in, the system prompt of the thriller game came to her mind: "Time's up..."
Congratulations to player Wen Ling, player Martin, and player An Xin...
Complete tasks and successfully enter the correct offices and classrooms...
Player Li Wei, player Wang Liang, player Jin Meihua...the mission failed and has been erased by the system..."
Safety on base!
An Xin couldn't help but want to give herself a pat on the back!
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The next second, she saw 8 pairs of eyes looking at her in this office.
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This office is quite large, with a total of 10 desks in it.
Eight of them were occupied, and two were empty.
An Xin saw a name tag placed on the table.
One of them had a big "Reassurance" written on it in blood red.
She walked over directly and placed the big bag she was carrying on the table.
He pulled out the chair in front of the table and sat down.
It's quiet in the office.
No one spoke, they all looked at An Xin silently.
An Xin ignored them and opened the drawers on the table and looked at them one by one.
finally……
A female teacher with big eyes and curly yellow hair that looked like a doll couldn't help it.
She stood up and walked towards An Xin.
"Teacher An, why are you here so late today?"
An Xin found what he was looking for from the drawer in the middle of the table - a printed course schedule.
After all, the role she needs to play this time is that of a teacher. How can a teacher not teach?
Isn't it crazy that there is no class schedule?
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Although An Xin has never been a teacher, she was originally a student for many years.
I have been dealing with teachers all the time, and I have seen it for a while...
She looked at the beautiful teacher walking towards her, helpless...
After all, in An Xin's eyes, she and beauty are really incompatible...
Her face was pitch black, and when she spoke, pieces of burnt meat kept falling, and her nose didn’t even know where it fell...
Only two huge holes were left, and the bright red granulation could be seen inside...
"It's not too late! Didn't the bell just ring?"
An Xin replied angrily.
She always felt that this female teacher had no good intentions.
What he said seemed to be digging a hole for himself.
"Besides, I don't have class in the first period...
Why are you here so early? "
She glanced at the job badge on the female teacher's chest and saw that her name was Xu Xinlan.
Xu Xinlan was speechless for a moment...
He looked to one side as if asking for help, a tall, handsome male teacher.
An Xin said as she looked over and saw the four words "Group Leader Wu Gang" written on the work badge of the male teacher.
All right……
This is still a leader!
An Xin looked at him again.
This WISCO looks like it should be a drowned ghost.
His exposed skin was pale and pale, and his messy hair looked like waterweed on the seabed. A stream of water seeped out of his skin and slowly flowed down...
Wu Gang coughed twice and said: "Okay...
Don’t make small talk during work hours!
Prepare your lessons quickly! "
