Quick wear: the host has become an innocent white lotus again

Chapter 267 Ash Ling 2
There was no unnecessary expression on Hui Ling's face, she knew what they were talking about.

It was nothing more than a photo of her life that caused these things.

They don't care about the truth of the incident and what it is, and they don't care whether she is a victim of the incident itself.

They only know that she has a lot of explicit photos on the adult websites they are familiar with.

In their hearts they think this is true.It's what they like to see.

Hui Ling smiled suddenly, "I browsed the indecent website and found some photos that I thought were the truth. As expected of you."

The boy's cheeks flushed.

In fact, it's normal for Erlang to watch such movies at his age, but no one talks about these things.

Even if there was, it was when they were fighting each other in the boys' dormitory.

Now it's such a thorn in the side that Hui Ling said it out, and it's still in this situation.

Obviously Hui Ling is the protagonist in it, but she is calm and calm, as if it is they who discovered the evil, not herself.

"You blame us for browsing the website because you are not serious! If you are not on it, no matter how we browse, we will not see you inside!"

"makes sense."

Suddenly, Hui Ling took out a piece of white paper, laid it flat on the table, looked up at the boy who had been confronting her, took out a carbon pen and sketched a portrait of the boy.

It's just that the person in the picture has tears in his eyes, his cheeks are flushed, his white shirt has slipped slightly, and the sweat stains on his shoulders are obvious.

The looming abdominal muscles are just right, and there is a tall man behind him, his palms ironing and burying the mermaid line that people around him have seen long ago.

After finishing the painting, Hui Ling took out his phone and "clicked" to take a photo, and left the painting on the desktop.

"Okay, look, there are so many unscrupulous people in the painting. If you are a serious person, how can there be such a portrait?"

The boy's face turned red long ago, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

That's right.

They saw that Hui Ling's photos were indeed not photos, but rather exquisitely drawn portraits, each of which, every expression, and every movement, was extremely vivid.

So these portraits were crazily spread and dispersed, until the whole school knew that Hui Ling was an unscrupulous student bully.

Until just now, Hui Ling simply used a brush to draw a portrait of a boy who was also dishonest.

Although not as refined as Hui Ling's, it is not difficult to see that as long as there is enough time, these portraits will be just like hers.

Vivid and lifelike.

When the time comes, he will be speechless.

Hui Ling glanced at the others again. They subconsciously wanted to cover their faces so that Hui Ling could not see them. If they were also painted with such portraits, wouldn't they be in the same situation as Hui Ling?
But they forgot that Hui Ling had been classmates with them for three years, and everyone's appearance had long been imprinted in their minds.

And how can they forget it if they cover it up at will?

Hui Ling randomly drew portraits of two boys and one girl, took photos of all of them, and saved them in the phone.

She blinked at these people, "Are you and I a united front now?"

The girl was almost crying, her eyes were red.

Although she didn't expose much in the portrait, and her figure was not the same as her original figure, she knew it clearly.

When Hui Ling encountered all this, who cares how those portraits came about?Is it Huiling itself?
What they care about is that there are melons to eat, someone to scold, to vent their anger, and to have a keyboard to type.

If this photo is posted online by Hui Ling, her situation will be the same as that of Hui Ling.

It's just that she forgot that it was her just now, calling Hui Ling disgusting and doing shameless things.

Hui Ling didn't and continued to wait for their response, got up and left.

Only then did the girl dare to burst into tears, ran to the seat where Hui Ling was painting just now, and tore the portrait with her face to pieces.

Only then did the remaining boys come to their senses, and took back their own portraits one after another.

Afterwards, no one in the whole school said that Xueba was not serious.

Because whoever makes a similar sound, they will find that someone will send them a picture similar to those of Huiling.

Hui Ling still went his own way.

But now everyone dare not provoke her.

She sneered: [Although it is contemptible to control violence with violence, it will be effective immediately. 】

Finally, after three days, she heard the mechanical sound of the system again.

[Welcome players to enter this round of the game.The rules of this round of the game: Do not avoid the game, do not deviate from the game view, please consciously abide by the rules of the game.

Clear the game and return to the real world smoothly.If the game is not cleared within the specified time, or the player does anything that does not abide by the rules of the game, the player will remain in the game forever.

Please take the game seriously.

Games start. 】

Opening his eyes again, Hui Ling found that he was still in the lecture hall,
But what is different from before is that there is not a single classmate around, it is like entering a blank space without a single person.

Hui Ling stood up, slid her fingertips across the table, and walked from her seat to the door of the classroom.

The outside of the classroom was tick-tock-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick, and it was raining lightly. Hui Ling stretched out her hand, and the cold raindrops dripped onto her palm.

Crystal drops of water lay quietly in her palm as warm as jade.

[Host, is this another entry into the game?I hear the game start. 】

【should be. 】

[Isn't this still the original owner's university lecture hall?Why does the game start in the lecture theater?Also, why are there no rules in this round of the game?How do I get through this? 】

Although Jian is well versed in human affairs, she needs to use Jian skills every time she inspects people's hearts.

And what the system said in the doomsday game is true, that is, the aura of this plane is weak.

Suddenly, Jianxiang thought of something, 【Could it be that this round of games is going to trap us here endlessly? 】

Hui Ling chuckled, [How is it possible, there are traces to follow in any level, and there are no rules of the game.That proves that there are no rules to follow. 】

Hui Ling walked in the rain step by step, the raindrops were cold and real.

At the same time, the camera starts to stretch.

Gradually, Hui Ling's figure appeared on the big screens one after another.

One of them, Ash Walking in the Rain, is played a lot.

All directions, from far to near.

In front of the big screens, a virtual figure appeared, mechanically staring at each big screen.

"How is it?" A man's voice came out.

"Master, this 'Huiling' is the closest to 'Huiling' among all 'Huiling', I suggest you keep it."

"She spied a secret that shouldn't be pryed into. Although I was reluctant to kill her just like that, but..."

(End of this chapter)