Stepping onto the twelfth floor, the high-profile building that is incompatible with the first floor comes into view.
The exterior walls of the entire twelfth floor are light gray, and the equidistant thin columns are like pieces of art, with portraits engraved on them. The colors are bright and lifelike, the lines are very concise, and it is full of a high sense of modernity.
The light penetrates through a layer of glass and shines on the table. Compared with the decoration downstairs, this place seems more like a real reading sanctuary.
As long as outsiders stand here, it is difficult not to be attracted by the construction here.
Compared to the string puppets and weird red threads on the first floor, this place is indeed infinitely better.
Ye Die breathed the fresh air and started spinning in the back garden of his home.
"The broadcast room should be at the very back, with a sign." Fu Qingyan leaned close to Shen Yan and whispered, and the strong smell of mint lingered in Shen Yan's breath.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but Ana Shen didn't push him away. She said 'hmm' and walked towards the broadcast room.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Die saw the two people biting their ears: "..."
This wave of silent people are eating dog food to death...
No more running...
"Then what - you - wait for me..." Ye Die hissed from behind...
The two people who couldn't hear it pushed open the door with the sign of "Broadcasting Studio", and the dust spread and became gray.
Ana Shen coughed twice, and Fu Qingyan closed the door as if sensing it.
"You stay outside, I'll go in and take a look."
Ana Shen opened her mouth and was about to speak.
Fu Qingyan forcefully interrupted what he was about to say: "I'm familiar with this, so just stay outside."
Seeing his persistence, Ana Shen leaned against the wall next to him and nodded in agreement without trying again.
Ye Die: "..." I'm still...
There is such a sweet love between you two...
The old door opened again, and the equipment inside was almost rusting. After Fu Qingyan saw the structure inside clearly, he fell into silence...
He couldn't help but wonder if this thing was so old. How did those NPCs attend classes on weekdays?
Don't understand.
After brushing away the dust on it, Fu Qingyan gave it a try. It wasn't much, but at least it was still usable.
He pushed aside the audition and tried to find the recording of the class.
School gate playground.
The novice players who are still struggling have some abilities and have already passed the first level under Fu Qingyan's 'forcible path'.
But most players are still struggling in the first level. Each of them has injuries to one degree or another, or has a broken arm or leg that becomes a drag on their companions.
The wails of doomsday were everywhere, and players who had the ability to save themselves ran to the finish line, leaving only some newcomers who were not yet familiar with their personal skills to struggle in place, relying on this ability to survive until now.
During the time they have been alive, they have seen many players like them become food for NPCs.
They huddled together in fear, fear oppressing their nerves. If they were not careful, they might be the next one to become food in the NPC's mouth.
Some people die with hatred, some leave with a smile on their face, and some people are still struggling to survive even though their bodies are disabled...
Their desire to survive is always shocking to everyone who still has 'humanity'.
Some of the rescuers standing at the end desperately wanted to return to the original place to save others, but they were blocked by the people around them and could not move an inch.
At that moment, even a stranger felt like he was facing the separation of life and death from someone close to him.
The emotion of grief is stained with the bright red earth. Between life and death, a song appears out of thin air, causing the taut strings to break.
"You are my little apple, I can never love you too much~"
"The red little face warms my heart~"
Across the door, Ana Shen knocked on the door.
Fu Qingyan in it instantly understood: It’s not this song...
Completed in one go - cutting songs.
"String your heart with mine~"
No - cut again.
"Ah, bye, friend~ ah, bye, friend~ ah, bye, friend, bye, bye, bye, bye~"
Still not right – cut again.
"Jingle Bell--"
With a long sigh of relief, Fu Qingyan finally sang the antiphon.
Outside the broadcast room.
The class bell rang, and the one with the most obvious effect should be the NPC senior who was preparing to have a "friendly exchange (robbery)" with the new student (player) in the tree.
They were already familiar with this sound, and almost as soon as it sounded, they all ran towards the teaching building.
The crowds are surging, and the players standing in the gaps are new to the place and don't quite understand the 'rules' here.
When they saw those NPC students rushing towards them, their courage was almost shattered. They hurriedly put on warning and prepared to fight.
Who knows, these NPCs are not here for them at all.
The flight-like speed went straight past them and towards the direction of the teaching building.
Ana Shen stood on the twelfth floor of the reading room and looked down, with a panoramic view of the scene below.
Seeing that he was looking seriously, Ye Die also walked to the glass window and looked down.
Then he saw the same scene as Shen Yan saw.
Densely packed heads gathered towards the empty teaching building. The low-level NPCs, in panic, climbed out on the bodies of their own kind, approaching the class area...
This scene more or less shocked the new and old players who were in a state of panic.
They are all students before the game starts. Whether they are good students or bad students, they are always in the position of students.
Now, I have become a player.
There is no other classification, only one area of distinction between old and new...
A group of slightly higher-level student NPCs rushed back from behind. They ran forward almost non-stop, breathing heavily.
A level 3 NPC boy who still had some sense said breathlessly: "President, didn't the school suspend classes for one day today?"
"Why is the school bell still ringing?"
The President of the Student Union, who greased the soles of his feet and spread his legs, took the lead, his hair was dancing wildly, and spit bubbles were flying everywhere: "Ask me, who should I ask? Huh???"
"Who knows what the hell is going on!"
"If I don't go back and wait for the patrolling teacher to put me in a solitary room to fend for myself, I'll still be killed by the school——"
Halfway through the words, the student council president hurriedly stopped his mouth and smacked his lips twice, thankful that he didn't say too much.
Otherwise, if a caring NPC hears it, his head will be lost...
"Never mind! The bell rings, we just need to enter the classroom!"
"Yeah, the president is right..."
"When did I say something wrong???"
"…………"
