"Competition?" Little Freckles raised his head and looked at his little brother who was a head and a half taller than him.
"It means that because Tan Tao left the liberal arts class and went to the science class, the liberal arts class was unconvinced and wanted to show that Tan Tao's decision to leave his class was a wrong one..." Lin Zhu scratched his head. He was a top student, but he still wasn't convinced. I have never encountered anything so incredible.
"This is a copy. Just find the causal relationship. Don't worry too much about whether it is logical or not." Seeing that Lin Zhu still had something to say, Cheng Miao motioned for him to continue.
Lin Zhu cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Also, the dean likes Tan Tao very much."
Everyone recalled the red eyes of the dean when he mentioned Tan Tao.
"It's normal...I also like such good students." Old Yu pursed his lips and observed everyone's expressions.
This seemed to make sense, so Cheng Miao didn't dwell on it too much, just waited for Qiao Jin and others to finish class and exchanged information with them.
When school was over, Qiao Jin brought her group down. In order not to appear intrusive, everyone followed the crowd to the student cafeteria.
"The student food is pretty good." The greasy man filled a plate with food and kept talking with a mouthful of greasy food.
Sister Li moved her seat with the dinner plate in disgust, fearing that his spittle would fall on her food.
Qiao Jin slowly drank the chicken soup Qian Ming brought her and looked at the note, "I didn't expect you guys to gain so much."
Cheng Miao was eating spicy and sour snowflake fish, but his eyes fell on Mr. Zou, a successful man who was sitting languidly in his seat without going to eat.
Mr. Zou was wearing a wrinkled suit when he entered the dungeon. It was not expensive, but it was definitely not cheap either.
Now he took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His face was full of dejection, and he no longer had the arrogance of a leader.
Cheng Miao looked at the bloody streak on his cheek, "What's wrong with him?"
The old man on the side only made some rice and vegetable soup, and said quietly, "I fell asleep in class and was scratched by a pen that flew out accidentally by my deskmate. I almost lost my eye."
Cheng Miao was speechless, and Mr. Zou was also helpless. He knew it was a copy, and he was very nervous because two people had died. Unexpectedly, the more nervous he became, the more drowsy he became while listening to the teacher's lecture.
Fortunately, it was just a scratch. God bless him, if he can leave the game and never have such a long meeting again, he will know how painful it is to listen to other people's nagging.
"I advise you to eat a little. It may not be peaceful at night, and it is dangerous if your physical strength cannot keep up." Everyone was eating their own meals, but Cheng Miao thought about it and reminded her.
Mr. Zou woke up from a dream. He sweatily thanked Cheng Miao and ran towards the place where he was cooking with weak steps.
"There are too few clues now. Fortunately, we know a pattern, and we can only try the others slowly." Qiao Jin didn't eat much, so she took out a tissue with floral and jasmine scent from Qian Ming's bag and wiped it. Wiping his mouth, "If you don't have classes at night, it's most likely a different set of rules. You can just follow your own rules."
After saying that, regardless of the aunt and Zhou Jian who were frightened by her words, Cheng Miao nodded with a smile and left with Qian Ming.
Cheng Miao looked at a room full of people with different expressions and rubbed his eyebrows. She looked so indifferent. Why did everyone still like to surround her?
"After dinner, go to your dormitory first, and be more alert at night." Cheng Miao couldn't comfort these frightened players. She didn't know the rules herself.
Cheng Miao and Qi Jiajia live across the street from each other and share a dormitory with Sister Li. Lin Zhu was in the boys' dormitory on the opposite floor. The players were all separated. They had to rely on themselves for anything.
Before turning off the lights, we briefly bumped heads in the girls' dormitory, but found that no one noticed.
When the classmates in the dormitory ask questions, he always answers with the same few sentences. He usually looks like a real person, chasing stars and gossiping.
There is a strange sense of dissonance.
Everyone returned to the dormitory with worries. Cheng Miao was lying on the bed, wondering if there was anything he could ask in the boys' dormitory. After all, Tan Tao was a boy.
"Miss Cheng, are you asleep..." Sister Li's trembling voice came from the bed next to her.
Cheng Miao frowned. The lights were out now, and the other people in the dormitory were resting again. It was not clear whether speaking was a foul, so this person spoke rashly.
Seeing that Cheng Miao didn't answer her, Sister Li wondered why she fell asleep so quickly. She was about to continue speaking, but suddenly she realized something in hindsight and suddenly covered her mouth.
In the darkness, Sister Li was covered in sweat, and the sweat from her forehead obscured her eyes. She continued to cover her mouth, not daring to move.
She listened to her deafening heartbeat in the darkness and didn't know how much time had passed.
It seems like... you're okay?
Sister Li took off her hand tremblingly and waited quietly for a while. There was no sound or ghost.
She breathed a sigh of relief, scolding herself for snoring. She lay down and sank into the soft pillow.
It's okay, it'll be okay. Who didn’t turn off the lights and talk when they were in school?
Sister Li comforted herself and turned over unconsciously, lying on her side.
Drowsily, Sister Li felt that her mouth and nose were sunk into the pillow, and she couldn't breathe smoothly.
She struggled vaguely to turn over, but her whole body seemed to be pressed down by a heavy object, unable to move at all.
Sister Li suddenly opened her eyes. In front of her eyes was snow-white, the color of the pillowcase. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even move her fingers.
She wanted to scream, cry, punch.
But he could only lose his life in vain, quietly, and without disturbing anyone.
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Lin Zhu didn't know when he fell asleep, but he woke up when he smelled a strong smell of formalin.
Yes, he woke up in the lab.
The conditions of this school are good, and the laboratories used by students are not much different from those in hospitals. They have pale walls, various glassware, specimens and animal organs soaked in nutrients.
Lin Zhu saw two other people in the room, one was Qin Musong who woke up earlier than him, and the other was a greasy man who was still lying on the ground.
Lin Zhu called the greasy man up. The greasy man was dazed and a little impatient. After seeing a dissected experimental rabbit, he was so frightened that he immediately woke up.
Qin Musong had already walked around the room and found nothing. The door was locked, and he was hesitating whether to blast the door open with his pistol.
"What is this place? Why did I come back here? Is it you!" The greasy man stared at Lin Zhu with a pair of bloodshot eyes, looking funny and horrified.
Lin Zhu shook his head, "I guess the situations this copy needs to face during the day and at night are different. Please calm down."
Lin Zhu frowned and looked at the greasy man's hand holding his sleeve, and pulled the clothes out with force, "Calm down, only then can you find the rules and survive."
"Yes, yes, the pattern." The greasy man jumped up and followed Qin Musong, who looked more secure. He said he was looking for clues, but in fact he was scared.
Lin Zhu shook his head and turned back to contemplate the various specimens.
He also likes the laboratory. It looks normal here. Is there any problem...
"Ta, tap, tap..." Just as the three of them were wandering around the laboratory aimlessly, the clear sound of high heels came from the corridor outside.
