Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He ignored the cold gaze of the Chinese teacher and looked at Su Jian who was sitting upright. He watched Su Jian move leisurely and comment on his essay on ghost painting.
"Su Jian, you, you are..." He didn't say the words.
The cold gaze of the Chinese language teacher instantly glanced at him, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He felt as if his whole body was frozen by that gaze, and he could no longer move.
...The teacher can no longer tolerate this student who gets distracted again and again.
A pointer appeared on the teacher's hand. The pointer seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Wang Xingkong even saw blood that had not yet dried on it. However, the other students looked down at the compositions in their hands as if they were used to it. Gusts of cold wind flowed into his neck along the crack in the door. Wang Xingkong's calves were trembling. He watched the pointer getting closer to him. His tongue froze for a moment, and he didn't know how to get out of danger——
"Teacher, classmate Wang, do you want to recommend the composition in his hand?" Suddenly, Su Jian's voice saved him.
The Chinese language teacher's neck tilted to an arc that was beyond human limits. He twisted his neck and looked at him sideways. His two black eyes looked particularly terrifying:
"...Really?" The teacher tilted his head: "Classmate Wang Han?"
"Ah, ah...yes, yes!" Wang Xingkong quickly held up the composition paper in his hand, and there was still a cold sweat on his face when he sat down.
"Don't be distracted, or you will have a heart-to-heart talk with me in the office on the second floor." The teacher warned, and then pulled the paper away from his hand, causing a gust of cold wind to hurt him.
...cold wind?
Only then did Wang Xingkong realize that the temperature in the classroom had completely dropped. Many students were trembling with their arms folded, looking at this scene with horror in their eyes.
The teacher walked back to the podium step by step, and Wang Xingkong noticed Su Jian's eyes.
Su Jian smiled at him and then turned her head.
...Wang Xingkong already understood something.
The other party, this "Su Jian", might be...the number one player, Su Mingan.
Wang Xingkong has almost engraved his theory into DNA.
The other party came back from the dead? Or not dead at all?
Why did the other party write such a composition? What was his intention...?
Announcement?
…
Su Mingan looked at Wang Xingkong's essay in his hand. At the beginning of the campus world, he found himself sitting in the classroom wearing a summer school uniform, with the name "Su Jian" written on the title page of the book.
Then, he saw the word "Shen Xue" written all over the notebooks and books, which seemed to be left by his predecessor. The title page is full of such densely packed names, which is shocking to see.
Then, he noticed that the word "Shen Xue" was written neatly on the notebook of the girl at the same table.
He understood - he was playing the monitor of Class 4, "Su Jian", an ordinary male student, an ordinary boy obsessed with his deskmate Shen Xue. Because he liked Shen Xue, he wrote her name on his on every corner of the book.
[Obtain clue 1·"Shen Xue"]
["Shen Xue": You discovered that Su Jian's books are all filled with her name. 】
[Get 10 exploration points]
[The clues have been included in the clue column and can be viewed at any time]
While looking through Su Jian's cell phone, he saw one candid photo after another, all of Shen Xue, but they were all from behind. Perhaps because of fear of being discovered, there was not even a single picture of Shen Xue's front face.
He looked over there and happened to meet the eyes of the girl at the same table. Shen Xue was indeed very good-looking, with porcelain white and extremely glossy skin, long black and thick hair, and eyes like glass balls. But once everything is put together, it makes people look a little nervous, as if they are facing an exquisite doll, not like a lively female classmate with someone.
"Su Jian, don't be distracted." She whispered to him, her smile raised, and the arc looked particularly stiff.
Su Ming'an watched her lower her head again, thoughts flashing in her eyes.
However, as early as the beginning of the world, his barrage had already exploded.
The popularity immediately reached 400-500 million. Except for players and some players who didn’t understand this mechanism, everyone gathered in the live broadcast room. Perhaps they didn’t expect that Su Ming’an was still alive. Their barrages filled the entire screen. Unclear point.
【What the hell? 】
[Oh my god, I didn’t expect this live broadcast room to light up again! 】
[What are those people from the First Guild doing for public relations? Aren't people still holding their own? ? ? 】
[I smell a conspiracy. 】
[So is it really the clone who died? I guessed it, but I couldn’t believe it]
[Su Mingan, what are you playing at? The new number one player is coming out! 】
[Great, God...I finally see you again, God knows how desperate I was]
[I began to believe that he is an eternal beacon, and he will appear vividly in front of us no matter when.]
[Su is such an incredible person, I started to want to follow him. 】
[Wait... is he treating us like monkeys? They obviously said he was dead]
[Speak back, reply! Doesn’t it mean that everyone has light? You should explain what's going on! 】
[Ming Anan, I love you——(mixed into the crowd)]
【……】
Su Mingan moved the barrage to the upper right corner of his field of vision to ensure that it would not delay his vision, and then began to read Wang Xingkong's composition.
[I like going to school very much, and I also like reading. I am very happy going to school. I am a happy school person. I face everything with a positive attitude, and I am very positive about reading and learning...]
He wrote a big "OK" with a red pen, and then began to observe other players.
At the same time, the teacher on the stage also began to read aloud his essay recommended by Wang Xingkong:
"...People are used to "stability". But social control should not be premised on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The so-called real authority and effectiveness of systems and laws does not only lie in forced obedience, but first of all in education. …”
The originally noisy classroom fell silent.
Su Ming'an felt many eyes falling on him. Perhaps like Wang Xingkong, they recognized him because of the content of the essay.
...but that doesn't matter.
The barrage seemed to be silent for a moment, but soon broke out:
【Familiar taste! It’s really Ming’an! 】
[Why did he write such an essay? What did he want to express? 】
[I feel a conspiracy. Those people in the First Guild may be hiding something. 】
["If all the stars will be saved, will there be travelers making wishes to them..." I feel like I understand something]
[This is a declaration, obviously an essay, but I read it like a declaration of war]
["They are carried forward by the will of the upper class, so much so that they forget the ridiculousness of their actions... Such people cannot become a "lighthouse", even if they have the eyes of the world on them..." This Is it a metaphor for Edward and the others? To be honest, I did feel that Edward and the others were putting on a show]
[The writers on the forum are about to start analyzing again, we just upload the article and wait for the results]
【……】
…
"Well, OK, OK, OK!" After reading aloud, the Chinese teacher said "OK" three times in a row. It was obviously not a very positive content, but he seemed to be very happy to read it, applauding with that look in his eyes. Then it deflected onto himself.
"...Classmate Su Jian." His eyes changed a little: "After school, come to my office, alone. I want to give you composition tutoring."
……very good.
Su Mingan knew what clues he might have entered.
"Yes, teacher." He responded immediately, and then noticed that Shen Xue was staring at him.
There were deep emotions hidden in those glass ball-like eyes... and a hint of love that was hard to detect.
…
This class was the third class in the afternoon. Su Mingan looked at the class schedule. There would be a music class after that, and then school was over. There are no leisure classes for senior high school students, but there is a unique, relaxing music song once a week. Everyone sings and sings together, which is helpful to relieve the tense atmosphere of the upcoming college entrance examination.
The moment the bell rang, the Chinese teacher glanced at him with a meaningful look, then left with the textbook in his arms.
The Chinese teacher should be an NPC rather than a player. The strange things about him are not something that players can have. They should be the key clues to this dungeon.
...If you can go to the Chinese teacher's office and have a look, you might gain something.
Su Mingan sat in his original position, and then saw several figures walking over.
