The Chinese teacher took off the lenses and wiped the dirt on the lenses with glasses cloth.
She put on her glasses again and gave Su Qingyu a gentle smile that she thought was perfect: "You are the best student I have ever taught.
Do you want to stay here as a teacher? I can help you. "
Su Qingyu's eyes sharpened: "As students, shouldn't we graduate first?"
"Graduation... yes... there is graduation..." the class teacher lowered his head and muttered softly, "It has been a long time since no students graduated. It has been so long that I have forgotten..."
It has only been a month or two since the strange recovery. Why did the class teacher say that no students have graduated for a long time?
This shows that the time flow rate in Daystar High School is different from that in the normal world.
She has discovered that many trialists in this dungeon have chosen to stay here. They work and live in the dungeon and have forgotten the original intention of escaping from the dungeon.
Getting a job is like boiling a frog in warm water.
Su Qingyu's eyes revealed determination: "Teacher, how can I graduate successfully?
How many credits do I need? How high a score is needed? "
The head teacher shook his head.
She opened the cabinet and took out an old, rusty box.
In the middle of the box is a note.
It turns out to be a customs clearance rule!
[S level: Eliminate all sources of pollution in the dungeon. 】
[Level A: Get your ticket and leave on the correct school bus. 】
[Level B: Gain real recognition from the principal and graduate early. 】
[Level C: Get a job in school and survive for one year. 】
Su Qingyu's eyes flickered and she concentrated on thinking.
S level clearance is basically impossible.
Daystar High School is a giant copy composed of multiple pollution sources. The number of known pollution sources can be counted on one hand.
In addition, there are places where Su Qingyu cannot set foot, such as the boys' dormitory.
To eliminate all sources of pollution in this five-star dungeon is a fantasy for Su Qingyu now.
The C-level customs clearance rules are a trap. The chemistry teacher asked Su Qingyu to be his assistant, and the Chinese teacher asked Su Qingyu to stay as a teacher.
Once you gain an identity in the dungeon, you will become a part of the dungeon.
It can indeed save lives in the short term, but...
Su Qingyu glanced at the tired head teacher, and then thought of the extremely polluted chemistry teacher.
The longer you stay in this copy, the deeper the degree of contamination will be.
Until the end, it was assimilated into weirdness and stayed here forever.
The remaining B-level clearance rules were truly approved by the principal.
In the past, students who got perfect scores participated in the award ceremony, and those who received certificates were sent directly to participate in the "competition."
It is equivalent to switching from one copy to another new copy.
An equally dangerous fate.
The last A-level clearance rules.
Although there is no corresponding clue for the time being, Su Qingyu decided to start with this one to find a way out of Star High School.
After the head teacher handed the customs clearance rules to Su Qingyu, he started to cover his head with a splitting headache.
"For you, staying and working is the best. As long as you work for one year... no... three years..." The head teacher raised his head, his eyes were blurred, and he looked a little confused, "How many years have I been here? "
Su Qingyu remained silent.
The head teacher clenched her fist and hammered her head, and she continued: "The principal always sends outstanding students to other places, and he never reveals to us the whereabouts of those students.
But one thing is that the students sent away by the principal never came back.
Ah...the students I taught never came back..."
The head teacher seemed to have thought of something and showed an extremely painful expression.
"Where are the tickets?" Su Qingyu asked, "Teacher, are there any school buses in the school that require tickets to ride on?"
“When Daystar High School was first established, there was a school bus that required a ticket to ride.
The school bus was for day students and would take them home every Friday night.
However, this school bus has disappeared for a long time.
I heard from a previous teacher that the school bus disappeared because there was a car accident on the way to send students back.
The car fell into the lake together with all the classmates on board, and has not been salvaged so far. "
"So that's it." Su Qingyu nodded thoughtfully.
Hammering with her fist seemed unable to resolve the class teacher's pain, so she actually banged her head against the desk.
Su Qingyu quickly picked up a book and stopped it for the head teacher, so that her forehead did not bleed.
Pollution increases.
Farewell to the class teacher, Su Qingyu left the teaching building.
Back in the dormitory, Luo Zixuan and Zhuang Xiaodie were not there.
Su Qingyu turned on her phone and dialed Zhuang Xiaodie's number.
The phone rang twice and was hung up.
Later, Zhuang Xiaodie sent a text message.
"Qingyu, I don't dare to be alone in the dormitory to watch Baihuo and the others put on spells. I'll be back later."
Bai Huo, this bastard, spares no effort to find trouble!
Staying alone in the dormitory, Su Qingyu felt a strong sense of being spied on.
Before it got dark, she left the dormitory and walked to the door of the girls' dormitory.
At the door, seeing the familiar flower bed on the roadside, Su Qingyu suddenly remembered that on her first day at school, there were words written in red chalk on this location.
"Get away from here!"
She went to look for the chalk words and found that they were too faded to be recognized.
It turns out that everything had warnings from the beginning.
You can't stay in this school for too long.
All exams, credits, and work-study programs are traps that confuse people.
If the trialist puts all his thoughts on these things, he will become exhausted.
The school's rules and regulations are tied to credits, and there are 1,000 prohibitive clauses alone.
There are countless places for work-study programs.
The exams are held once a week, which is unreasonably frequent.
These things are all designed to consume the trialists and make them think that the way to leave is to study hard, accumulate credits, get good grades, and then graduate with honor.
But the real situation is that it is impossible to graduate normally from this school!
The confession written in blood in the utility room is proof of this.
We must escape from here!
In the evening, Zhuang Xiaodie and others came back.
All Su Qingyu's thoughts were on the ticket.
She climbed to the upper bunk and looked at Qi Yue sleeping opposite. She closed her eyes, not breathing, like a dead person.
Su Qingyu asked: "Qi Yue, how did you get home before?"
Luo Zixuan took a breath of cold air.
Qi Yue is obviously weird!
Apparently he was eaten by the dormitory administrator!
The floor was covered in blood, but we had to clean it up in the morning!
How dare Su Qingyu ask her questions!
Qi Yue opened her dark eyes and sat up straight. She looked at Su Qingyu, her voice was low and ethereal, as if coming from the abyss, shrouded in a gloomy chill.
"I took the school bus home."
