Dongwan No. 1 Middle School, Class 6, Grade 3.
Study early.
"Did you hear that?"
"Recent news, I heard that someone in our Dongwan City was dragged into the game. I heard that the death rate is very high..."
"Shhh - keep your voice down - we have never gone in, maybe we can come back alive..."
The reading recitation was interspersed with some students taking the opportunity to gossip.
Their pure curiosity drives their attention.
The game does not block even these, they have the right to know the existence of the game so that they can be in panic all the time.
Among them, there is curiosity, anxiety, and the most 'expectation'.
In the last row of the classroom, Shen Yan, who was lying on the table, still looked like he had not woken up, with a few broken hair sticking up in a daze.
Here, his identity is that of a bad student.
Sleeping every day.
He may have been short of sleep in his last life.
No matter how loud the noise is, it won't wake him up.
Wang Yi walked into the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, radiant. It can be said that last night was the best sleep he had in more than ten years! ! !
There is no need to worry about anyone sneaking up on him!
What a sweet sleep!
With his eyes shining and his schoolbag stuffed into the table, Wang Yi tried his best to act as normal as usual and kept glancing at Ana Shen's seat behind him.
This quiet movement caught his deskmate who was not studying.
After the self-study class, Wang Yi had to make an excuse to go to the toilet to avoid being questioned by his deskmate.
Ana Shen, who was sleeping deeply, didn't move until the bell rang.
"Let me tell you, just a few days ago, a new copy of the game was opened, called the second level copy of 'Happy Town', and only five players survived..."
"This is only level two, with such a high death rate. It's hard to imagine that no one will survive in a higher level copy?"
In the tone of telling ghost stories, Feng Xingyi gathered with a few boys who were having a good time and liked to listen to gossip, and talked about the recent topic.
After he said this, he raised his chin proudly, pretending to be bored, and said helplessly: "To be honest, this level 2 dungeon is very easy to live in. If I am selected as a player in the game, I guess it will not be bad... ..."
"Oh, that's it. In order to prevent me from suddenly entering the game, my family assigned me a player as a bodyguard, within fifty meters of me, right in the school."
"I'm also very helpless..."
After all, Feng Xingyi showed the financial resources and capabilities of their Feng family in every word.
At his age, it is normal to satisfy his own vanity with the admiring looks of his classmates.
Nothing new.
Accustomed to his invisible 'operations', the boys cheered as always.
"Can you tell us what's in this copy?" A boy couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked.
Feng Xing's expression changed unpredictably when he was escaping, and he didn't even utter a sound, like a silenced trumpet.
Kengtuntun organized words to save his face: "The game does not allow the content of the clearance to be disclosed. If you tell it, you will be obliterated. Do I know this?"
"Besides, which of those players dares to say that? If you say you are pulled into a death dungeon and you can't get out, are you going to die?"
The boy who asked the question shrank his head: "..." It's really scary...
Wang Yi, who was listening in the corner: Haha - you are stupid, there is a player in front of you, and you can't recognize it...
He saw that Feng Xingyi's small body was not big enough to fit in the teeth of those monsters, and his family took it quite lightly.
The scene of Feng Xingyi being eaten by a monster was played in Wang Yi's mind, and he was fantasizing seriously.
I heard Feng Xingyi start to attack indiscriminately without any shame:
"Hmph - no matter what, I am better than that Ana Shen who loves to sleep in, right? I tie my hair in pigtails every day like a sissy. I might die if I go in."
"Yes or no?"
After seeing the tricks of his boss Shen Yan, Shen Yan's thoughts of retort came to his mind and he sneered bluntly: "Ha--you know how to brag. If you enter the game, maybe I, boss Shen Yan, will be the one who survives to the end. ——”
Feeling ashamed of being exposed in public, Feng Xingyi almost became angry. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight: "You say it again?!"
The tense atmosphere is about to break out.
Wang Yi has no stage fright at all. He can't defeat those monsters in the game. Now, he can't defeat a novice who is not even a novice?
Pulling up the stool, Wang Yi took full stance.
Just as they were about to have a 'battle', two rags flying from an angle spread out and covered their faces at a parallel rotation speed.
The anger above them was instantly cooled down. When the honest Feng Xingyi and Wang Yi saw this operation, they sat down obediently in a second.
Apparently they recognized the person who threw the rag at them.
Zhang Ziqi, a 'god'-like man.
For a man who wears floral shirts and trousers all year round and never brings a change of clothes with him all year round, flip-flops are a must-have for him when going out. Whenever there is an occasion, it is easy to have an intimate touch with the 'scented' shoes under his feet. of.
That's right, such a 'man of the hour' is Wang Yi and his class teacher.
A man who even picked his nose in front of them and explained to them how to do it.
Wang Yi really admired him.
In front of him, Wang Yi was not the only one who was 'good', everyone was good.
No one in the senior class (6) had any objections to his academic methods.
The moment he walked in, everyone was sitting upright and quiet.
In the silence, the sound of flip-flops being dragged closer and closer, mixed with the sound of other footsteps.
The students in Class 6 of Senior High School who were sitting by the window slowly moved their eyes and saw a clean hem of white school uniform. A few students by the window witnessed how Zhang Ziqi picked up the rag on the window and gave it to Wang Yi and Feng Xingyi. 'Love's greeting'.
But at that moment, their eyes were so attracted by this scene that no one immediately noticed the 'black-haired boy' behind Zhang Ziqi.
Many schools in Dongwan City have recently welcomed transfer students. These transfer students are all in high school age and suddenly appear and enroll in school.
This phenomenon has attracted the attention of a small number of people, but no one has guessed the reason.
"Ahem - you bastards, please be honest." Zhang Ziqi shook his legs and stood on the podium. With his round belly and flower-like clothes, the whole person was like a colorful balloon, which was quite funny.
When the class was completely quiet, Zhang Ziqi patted the table, smiled brightly, and said softly to the door: "Well - you can come in."
Outside the door, the boy who was waiting quietly had jet-black broken hair, a black earring shining brightly in his cochlea, his eyes were black and shiny, and his fingers were pressing the bracelet on the other hand.
After getting Zhang Ziqi's permission, the young man slowly jumped onto the podium and briefly introduced himself: "Hello, I am Fu Qingyan."
"That Qingyan, you can find a seat wherever you like. You can sit wherever there is space."
Speaking of which, a very small number of students enter the horror game, and if they take leave sometimes, they may never come back.
This resulted in a smaller number of students in each class.
Maybe I won't be here this time, and the next time we meet is far away.
Therefore, Zhang Ziqi let Fu Qingyan choose where to sit.
Walking through the rows of long tables step by step with purpose, Fu Qingyan went straight to the seats in the last row.
The place for the two of them was occupied by a person who was about to sleep. The stool was left alone at the back door next to the trash can. Fu Qingyan didn't mind. He put the book on the desk and sat on Ana Shen's bed under the watchful eyes of the whole class. beside.
When Zhang Ziqi saw Fu Qingyan's choice of seats, he didn't say anything, arranged a few words and then left.
