With the principal's angry rebuke, the entire opening ceremony seemed to have been attacked by the Crimson King. The previous speech continued, and the troublemaking player seemed to have never appeared. Even the dent made by the giant skeleton hand , also disappeared without a trace.
The only trace is probably that the team of Class 2 was shorter at this time.
"This is not just the loss of one person. It should be that the ghost hand took away a few by the way. From this point of view, all the ghosts in this level are non-renewable resources...or at least they are non-renewable within the level. .”
Feng Xue maintained her gaze without squinting. Although she was constantly analyzing in her mind, her face did not change at all. Judging from the previous situation, this ghost school probably had more than just ghosts with combat effectiveness.
If the player was beaten to death, or if a group of ghosts pounced on him and ate him, Feng Xue would not be surprised at all, but the current situation made him a little concerned.
Because he had no idea how that player disappeared.
In other words, this ghost school has probably formed strange stories or phantoms. Under this kind of rules, it is possible for a person to evaporate out of thin air without Feng Xue even being able to detect it.
Of course, it is also possible that the teleportation function of the phantom that maintains this supernatural game is working, but sending the player's body away by teleportation would be a bit like taking off your pants and farting.
This game can't be afraid of ghosts destroying players' corpses, right?
Putting this speculation that conflicted with the overall tone of the game to rest, Feng Xue's peripheral vision glanced back and forth among the teams of the five classes of sophomores.
In this game, the Heart of the Mirror, which he has always been proud of, is completely down. It doesn't mean that he can't hear the voices of ghosts.
On the contrary, when Feng Xue opens the Heart of the Mirror, his ears will be filled with all kinds of noise. To put it simply, it is the merging of the cries and howls of various ghost movies, making it almost impossible to hear clearly except for the noise. anything.
Not to mention determining who said which sentence, first of all, those almost overflowing evil thoughts have already overwhelmed the shallow thinking.
"I haven't found anyone who is probably a player. I don't know if they are all dead or if they are too well hidden. But it's normal. With the testimony of the previous friend, even if there are still people alive, they definitely won't dare to mess around. .”
Feng Xue listened painfully to the principal's "just a few more words" and finally followed the class back to the classroom.
Feng Xue quickly found the one on the left side of the third row among the three rows and five rows of tables. Feng Xue walked over quickly. At this time, his deskmate also walked slowly over. He was a man with a ponytail. , a very ordinary-looking female high school student.
Looking at the teacher who wrote today's class schedule on the left side of the blackboard on the podium, Feng Xue did not dare to strike up a conversation with her classmates due to reasons such as "teachers are not allowed to whisper after entering the class." She could only follow the class schedule and silently take out The "Mathematics 3" textbook was placed on the table, waiting for the first class to begin. Unexpectedly, after the teacher finished writing the last stroke, he turned around and said:
"Before the class starts, let me tell you that although tomorrow is Sunday, as usual, there is a weekly exam on the first Sunday of each semester, and the content is still the five subjects (Chinese, Mathematics, Literature, Science, Comprehensive English) ), three doors in the morning and two doors in the afternoon, everyone must be well prepared, do you understand?"
Although the teacher did not say any threatening words, Feng Xue's intuition could clearly feel that there would be no good if he failed the test.
"But isn't it a bit too much to take the liberal arts and sciences comprehensive exam in the first semester of high school? I don't know if it's really the liberal arts and sciences comprehensive exam, or just because of lack of time, the three liberal arts and sciences were mixed into two papers..."
Although Feng Xue muttered in his heart, he took out the textbook and wanted to preview it, but then his vision went dark because he suddenly realized——
How can the flower grower's exam test the content in the textbook?
Who doesn’t rely on class notes for review?
But where did he get the class notes?
At this moment, Feng Xue finally understood why the pinnacle of Chinese horror is the campus.
Even if there is no scary factor attached, the exam on the second day of school is already the biggest terror, right? !
However, Feng Xue was obviously not the only one who was moved by the teacher's words. Even the students were wailing uncontrollably. In response, the teacher glared and said:
"I told you not to relax in your studies during the summer vacation. Everyone knows how to have fun. Now you are howling. What are you howling? Look at Liu Yuqian, is she howling?"
After saying that, the class teacher walked out of the classroom without looking back, but the wailing in the class became a little louder.
Feng Xue turned her head slightly, looked at her deskmate named Liu Yuqian, and said to herself, "This old classmate is paid to do things, he can handle it." On the surface, he did maintain the clear stupidity that only existed in the campus days, a bit Not knowing how to speak, he said coquettishly:
"Um, deskmate, I just transferred here. Can you lend me your notes from last semester to make a copy? It will be quick and I won't delay your review!"
As he said that, he took out a coin and wanted to put it into the hand of his deskmate. Unexpectedly, the deskmate blocked his hand from stuffing the money:
"Classmate Feng, I don't think money is everything, and the school shouldn't be so philistine!"
"???" Feng Xue was really shocked now, because the ability of his coins is "as long as the target psychological price is reached, the transaction can be forced." In other words, no matter how noble you are, as long as you If you feel in your heart that this price is enough, then you will definitely trade.
For example, even if Feng Xue is still being hunted later, as long as he feels that it is not a loss to go home with a beautiful woman for 500,000 yuan, he will still be affected by the coins.
Even if Lily Hua had no intention of betraying her at all, under the influence of that handful of coins, didn't she hide Feng Xue in the bathtub with her mouth closed?
But this deskmate directly refused the transaction, which meant there were only two possibilities -
1. My deskmate thinks that his notes from last semester are worth more than Feng Xue’s coins (about 500,000 soft girl coins).
2. My deskmate truly believes from the bottom of his heart that the value of notes should not and cannot be measured by money.
"Is it because this notebook itself is a certain level of clearance that the value is so high?"
Feng Xue was still speculating, but she saw her deskmate opened his schoolbag, put an exquisite notebook on the table and pushed it over, and said seriously:
"There's a photocopying room downstairs. You need to return it to me before school ends at noon!"
"Good guy, it's actually the second type?!"
Feng Xue looked at her deskmate in disbelief, and her ordinary appearance seemed to have become more beautiful.
He is now more and more certain that this school must be a ghost story. After all, this kind of existence that regards money as dirt is already a kind of ghost story in itself!
(End of chapter)
