Game of Destiny: This player is different

After a lot of back and forth.

Qin Nuo roughly understood the purpose of the facial paper.

1. Mammals will enter a state of "suspended death" when covered with it.

2. The longer the time is covered, the closer the physiological function is to real death.

3. Remove the facial paper to recover from the "suspended death" state.

But the person who uncovers it must be a mammal, and mechanical means such as wind blowing are not allowed.

4. After the facial paper is covered, other objects cannot be placed on it.

5. After the facial paper is covered, it will slowly wear out.

"In summary, this magical item can turn a living person into a corpse, thus escaping from the pursuit of demons.

After all, demons will not attack the dead.

But this thing is not suitable for lone wolf players.

Lone wolves will not expose themselves to other players without any defense. What is the difference between that and fish on the chopping board.

So it is not very useful to me."

Qin Nuo carefully put the tarpaulin back into his backpack and simply cleaned up the traces at the scene.

After driving away the dog, he called the nearest rescue management station with a mobile phone card bought on the black market.

Inform the other party that there is a suspected mentally ill homeless person here, and hope that the management station will send a car to pick him up as soon as possible.

Urban management, you and I go together. Harmonious Xinghai, you and I create together.

As a good citizen who abides by the law, Qin Nuo's move is also a small contribution to the appearance of Xinghai.

He waited until the blue and white van of the rescue management station appeared on the street, and then he rode away on his electric bike.

...

The next day, Xiangyang High School.

"Why didn't you reply to my message last night?"

Study committee member Fu Xiaodie questioned her deskmate angrily.

"I was studying, my phone was out of battery, I owed money, and I fell asleep."

Qin Nuo gave four standard answers skillfully.

"Hmph! Do you think I believe it? Are you using a small account to play with other girls part-time again, taking other girls to play dungeons and gain points?"

Fu Xiaodie narrowed her eyes, as if she had seen through everything.

Qin Nuo frowned: "How can you slander someone's innocence like this? I have blacklisted part-time jobs such as playing with others, which are cheap and stressful.

Besides, can playing with others for free be called playing with others? That is an interesting soul-to-soul relationship."

"I believe it, iron juice."

The two of them made daily jokes and complained about each other.

The ten-minute break between classes passed quickly.

Since Class 6 of Grade 2 achieved excellent results in the joint midterm exam, the relevant teachers received more or less bonuses.

As the saying goes, a man who takes a favor from someone will be grateful, and a man who eats a favor will be soft-hearted.

The old class teacher, known as the "death stare" of Xiangyang High School, did not let the physical education teacher go to the infirmary for the first time.

The students of Class 6 of Grade 2 finally welcomed the long-awaited outdoor physical education class.

Qin Nuo, the class monitor and part-time sports committee member, led a group of small soldiers and crabs to the basketball court, quietly waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Not long after, a black-faced strong man with a height of nearly 1.85 meters and a strong back and waist appeared in everyone's sight.

The strong hands dragged the roller cart full of basketballs slowly.

"Hello, Teacher Ma!"

"Hello, Teacher Ma~"

Qin Nuo took the lead and shouted, and the other students followed suit.

The black-faced strong man named Ma Zhiqiang froze.

Looking at the guy with the loudest voice.

Don't think I didn't hear you. You shouted for the second time.

"Teacher Ma, are we going to have basketball class today?"

Qin Nuo pretended to be calm and took the scooter.

He picked up a basketball from it and dribbled the ball between his legs a few times.

The ball made a crisp slap on the concrete floor with great force.

If it hits someone...

Ma Zhiqiang felt panic in his heart and said immediately: "Yes, this class teaches basketball. But you, and you, you, you are excluded."

He pointed at several people in the team while saying: "The dean of teaching has arranged an interview activity for you with the Star of Hope in the flag-raising square, so you don't need to attend this class."

All those pointed at were students who had obtained excellent results in the joint midterm exam.

"Didn't the head teacher notify you?"

Fu Xiaodie walked out of the team and asked in confusion.

"The dean of teaching just notified me, you just need to go over there quickly."

Ma Zhiqiang waved his hand, signaling them not to waste time.

"Teacher Ma, you won't lie to us, will you?"

Qin Nuo spun the basketball with one finger, and looked at the physical education teacher who was about the same height as him with suspicion.

The basketball moved from the index finger to the middle finger, from the middle finger to the ring finger, and then from the ring finger to the little finger.

Finally, it rolled from the back of the hand to the shoulder and then to the other hand.

The movements were smooth and flowing, and they were no less than the professional athletes of the Harlem Globetrotters.

"I'm a teacher, how could I lie to you!"

Ma Zhiqiang grabbed the basketball and put it back on the scooter.

Half-pushing, half-persuadingFinally, they got rid of the guys.

"Huh, I finally got rid of this guy."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the backs of the people in the distance, especially the tallest one.

Every time he met Qin Nuo, Ma Zhiqiang would be left with an indelible shadow.

For example, in the last high jump class.

Others used the leap and scissors style honestly.

He insisted on doing a back jump, like a fucking human torpedo.

The flying crossbar almost sent Ma Zhiqiang, who was standing next to him, away.

Another football class.

Ma Zhiqiang asked Qin Nuo to go to the equipment room to get the ball, but the guy brought a basket of footballs.

He also said some nonsense like "FOOTBALL" means football in American English, and you should use "SOCCER" to make it clear, trying to pass the buck.

In short, in short, in short.

If it weren't for the excellent academic performance, no school would want to accept such a student who frequently does things in a shady way.

Except Mudanjiang.

On the other side, Qin Nuo and several top students came to the flag-raising square.

Several black business cars have parked next to them, and TV station staff carrying cameras and microphones are making preparations in an orderly manner.

"Hey, Teacher Ma didn't lie to us."

Qin Nuo was quite surprised.

"Why would he lie to us? The old class teacher said there would be an interview before."

Fu Xiaodie replied and greeted the dean who was walking over.

Greeted politely.

"You are here."

The dean, who had dressed up specially, wore a custom-made suit that would only be taken out on important occasions, and a few strands of stubborn hair were fixed with hairspray.

With a smile on his face, his face was flushed.

His kind eyes swept over the students one by one, and finally fell on Qin Nuo.

After a moment of silence, he stepped forward and whispered: "Qin Nuo, this is an interview arranged by the Education Bureau. Just follow the normal process and don't do anything weird."

"Director, we have known each other for so long, don't you still believe me?"

Qin Nuo tactically retreated, discontented: "I am the best in the city."

I know you are the best in the city.

But your brain circuit is the worst in the city.

The Dean coughed twice, restrained his emotions, and took out a few pre-written copy: "This interview is a good publicity for our school. Come, take some time to memorize the words, and then just say it according to the written words."

"Why do I have so few words?"

Qin Nuo took the copy and quickly browsed it, and found that there were only a few short lines.

He glanced at Fu Xiaodie's copy next to him, which was exactly half as many.

The people next to him looked at each other tacitly, thinking, do I need to explain the reason for the few words?