This Group of Players Are All Slimes

After reading the translation sent by Wang Lang, the three players were speechless.

The scumbag weak chicken man frowned, and first thought of the horror of being dominated by the quadrant.

Rubbing his face, he said helplessly: "Looking at what you did, what did these children look like?"

"If it's really the children from the original batch, they should be your grandma."

"Grandma is also very good, no matter what, I went in first. Old folks in the live broadcast room, I opened the door to the new world for you!"

Pushing open the door at the end of the underpass, the weak chicken man jumped in first.

Then, he couldn't get out.

He took off his clothes and carefully stuck to the door with 3l, then stuck his head out, showing half of his face and looking at the situation inside.

This is a classroom.

From the decoration point of view, it is not much different from the classroom in reality.

There are various portraits of slimes hanging on the walls. The portraits after the baptism of time have turned a little yellow, but it can still be seen that the players are painted on them.

On the other side of the hidden door are several windows. Outside the windows, you can see a delicate and elegant city, dotted with dots of light, but there is no walking demon.

These demons should all be in different classrooms.

At this moment, the classroom that can accommodate forty people is full of demons of all colors.

Some of these demons are sound and light, some are slugs.

Now, they all looked at the blackboard in front of them dumbly, their faces dull, and they sang those mantras like a machine.

The weak chicken man who jumped in first also sat down in a corner and looked at the blackboard. It seemed that he had lost his ability to move, and only the act of looking at the blackboard was left.

Turning his eyes to the blackboard, he took off his clothes and found that there was no one there.

On the flat blackboard, only a piece of chalk stood on the blackboard in an absolutely vertical relationship, and lines of **** characters were written on it.

While taking off his clothes to observe the chalk, he suddenly heard a stern voice: "Why don't you come in?"

He took off his clothes and froze for a while.

There was a trance in front of him, as if someone had added a blurry filter before his eyes, making everything around him unrealistic.

After the filter disappeared, he found himself standing in front of the junior high school classroom with a tattered shoulder bag on his back.

Raising his hands, he looked at his immature hands suspiciously, his heart full of confusion.

Why am I here?

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

He shouldn't be here.

"Why don't you come in! You are so arrogant when you are late!"

A piece of chalk flew over from the front, hitting the undressed forehead directly, making him feel a pain.

Not dreaming?

Squinting at the podium, he saw the middle-aged female head teacher with disgust on her face, and the classmates full of the room, all looking at him maliciously at this time.

"The neurotic son is also neurotic in the end! Don't come in if you don't want to come in! From now on, go wherever you like, don't be in my class!"

The laughter in the classroom is louder.

Looking at them one by one, I took off my clothes and gradually remembered the names of these people.

Shit baby, dung egg, toilet big stomach king, **** little prince...

But I can't remember why I am here when I take off my clothes.

There seemed to be a fault in his memory, which made him feel like he was just a twelve-year-old junior high school student, and he couldn't remember anything later.

"No, I shouldn't be twelve years old. I was obviously confused just now, and my current level of intelligence is not like twelve years old. In other words, I was artificially erased from the memory of twelve years old. , And then sent back here? Why?"

Picked up the chalk on the ground, took off his clothes and went directly to the chemical preparation room according to the layout in memory.

After rubbing some chalk dust in the keyhole, he pulled out the iron wire from the strap of the schoolbag, easily opened the old door lock, and walked in.

It is time for class now, so there is no one in the chemistry preparation room.

Turning out the cover from the cabinet, a few test tubes and a few small pieces of sodium stored in the reagent, he filled the test tube with a small half cup of water, carefully wrapped the sodium with iron wire, and hung it on the wall of the test tube. The match is tight with a cork.

After preparing three devices of the same type, he returned to the classroom.

The head teacher who saw him back was about to let him get out, took off his clothes and threw the items he had prepared towards the opponent's feet.

The water and sodium in the test tube began to mix with each other in the air, immediately began to undergo a violent chemical reaction, and a large amount of white mist was generated.

The rapidly rising pressure caused the entire test tube to burst directly, and the hot water directly spilled on the head teacher, making her scream.

Locked the classroom door behind his back, took off his clothes and raised another beaker, and shouted to the dumbfounded students: "Don't move, sulfuric acid, don't come here if you don't want to die."

The students closest to him quickly stood up, and then stiffly returned to their original positions.

Kicked the class teacher who was still screaming aside, took off his clothes and stepped on the opponent's head, and asked softly, "How many children do you have?"

"What are you going to do to my child!"

"Is mother instinct? I have to say that although you are an incurable scum-level teacher, you are still remarkable in this respect. Daughter? Three years old?"

"You, what are you going to do?"

The head teacher was no longer frantic before, and his voice was trembling.

"Don’t be nervous, just make sure. I’m different from a humble guy like you. I won’t act on other people’s children. Interesting, I don’t know your child’s information. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but just now. Intuition tells me that you should have a daughter, and she is three years old. This is fun, I have been erased from the memory of twelve years old, but I should have some special abilities, and intuition is one of them. The future Who am I, Professor X?"

Standing up, he squinted at the classmate in front of him.

I have to say that a twelve-year-old is really easy to handle.

If someone escaped when he was bullying the teacher and called other teachers, then he should be taken away and invited to his parents now.

Unfortunately, they wasted their most precious opportunity.

However, he is now twelve years old, and he does not have to bear criminal responsibility. In addition, because his father’s illness has left his family alone, he can't afford anything in civil matters. It can be said that he is the most suitable age.

Perhaps the thought of taking off his clothes was seen by the class teacher as hesitant, and the class teacher lying on the ground yelled again: "Student Wang, I warn you..."

"Do you think if I kill you now, how many years will I be sentenced?"

The head teacher shut up quickly.

Taking off his clothes now made him feel extremely strange, and she had a feeling that the other party really seemed to do that.

Although it looked like a twelve-year-old child, there was a strong aura in the opponent, which made her give up resistance.

The satisfied head teacher nodded, took off his clothes and looked at the quiet students in front of him, and smiled and said, "Now, please help me to complete a small experiment. I always feel that there are more secrets in me."

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