Welcome Back To World Game

2021-04-05

  Chapter 77 Chapter 76·Campus world·Mingxi Middle School   ……

Wang Before Xingkong entered the game, he was an ordinary university student in Longguo.

He has been diligent in going to school, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and then to university. Study and study, examination and examination, living under the supervision of the teacher and the supervision of the parents... It seems that every child in Long Country has lived in this way, and everything seems so ordinary.

He likes two dimensions, virtual anchors, Aruba, and horror games. Although he dare not play, he dare to watch other anchors play... He used to like one anchor, that anchor His ID is Ming An. He is a technology stream anchor who never shows his face. He likes to watch this anchor screaming ghosts. The screen recording and live broadcast of this anchor used to accompany him through many nights of make-up work.

...and since entering the world game, he noticed something wrong.

Why is the voice of this legendary first player and that anchor so similar!

Combine the two names again.

He seems to have found something.

He suddenly felt a sense of surprise that he hugged his thigh, and he immediately paid attention to Su Mingan's deeds. After learning about all these things, he began to doubt-this person is really a native student?

Then, he saw the video that went crazy after uploading it on the world forum.

The boy in the picture, facing Mizushima Kawasora, smiled and put his hand directly into his chest, and blood was spilled on the floor.

The turbulent phantom fire suddenly surging in his eyes was breathless for a while.

Wang Xingkong suddenly couldn't breathe.

Until the beginning of the third world, he still couldn't believe that the scene he saw was a real thing-even though the first guild had officially announced his death and began to cultivate new The first player to come.

With full of doubts, he entered the third world-a campus world.

He opened his eyes and suddenly felt the warm wind from the sweltering summer heat. The electric fan made a noisy "creak" above his head, and the red pen was printed on the workbook in front of him. Mumbled into a ball, the teacher’s hypnotic microphone sounded from the station. Once he entered such a scene, he began to fall asleep subconsciously... This is probably the instinct of the student.

But soon, the system hint sounded:

[Welcome players to the third world!]

[world name: campus ·Mingxi Middle School]

[Basic mission for all players: Survive and live to the fifth day]

[Advanced mission: Play your own role and become an excellent teacher in the eyes of” good student". ]

[Perfect clearance: guess the secret behind Mingxi Middle School. 】

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"Don’t do useless work, the four-nine rule of the college entrance examination: 40% of the common and mandatory questions in the test center, the score accounts for 90% of the college entrance examination paper, we You have to understand the outline and don’t engage in tactics. Many of you think that it will be easier to keep reading the questions after a model. In fact, it is not at all. The wrong thing is to be wrong..."

The teacher of Chinese language, he has deep eyebrows, worrisome appearance, thin body, thick knuckles, and he is obviously a teacher of Chinese language, but his gloomy eyes make Wang Xingkong instinctively wary, although what the teacher said is too familiar. A little bit, but he still can't ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.

He opened his book, and the name on the title page was "Wang Han", not his name. He was also wearing summer school uniforms that fit the size. This should be an at first. The world of the initial identity does not come to the world like an outsider like the previous end times and science fiction-he is now a student of this school.

...I heard that there will be about a hundred players in each dungeon, and they may become a member of this school just like themselves.

He paid attention to the expressions of other people. Sure enough, there were some "students" who looked wrong. Obviously, these were just like his own players who had just entered the world.

"——Now we start to practice writing every week." The Guowen teacher suddenly took out a stack of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xingkong wiped his sweat and started to explode his scalp.

——He is a science student, but also an extremely partial science student. Although speaking English is decent, but Chinese is simply a devilish subject that puts him on the ground and presses him on the ground. Every time he writes his composition like constipation, it takes a long time to squeeze out such a small number of words. At the end of the college entrance examination, he won more than 20 sympathy. point.

"It is still not limited to the topic, mainly discussion papers, and requires positive content. You can refer to the materials you have accumulated in the book." The Guowen teacher ignored his thoughts and directly began to divide the papers.

Wang Xingkong noticed that the figures of several players have also become stiff, some of them are not even proficient in holding pens, and some are staring at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they haven’t figured it out yet. The situation is the same.

The composition paper was sent from front to back. Wang Xingkong endured the discomfort of writing essays-he has been in college for more than three years, and the ghost still remembers how to write essays for the college entrance examination. But when he thought of the teacher's request to be "positive", he finally squeezed out a few words:   [I like going to school very much, and I also like reading, and I am happy to go to school. I am a happy student. I believe that being a person needs to face everything positively, and I am also very active in reading and learning, so that I can be a person who is useful to myself, to my parents, to the school, and to the society. Lu Xun said: "We must work hard to grow." The chairman said that young people are the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. I want to live up to my expectations, I want to grow into a talent, and I have to work harder to be positive...]

He can't write anymore.

He was afraid of being torn alive by the terrifying Chinese teacher.

As soon as the bell rang after class, the paper passed up, his eyes a little desperate.

"We will start commenting in the next class." Guowen teacher pushed his glasses and left the classroom holding a stack of composition paper.

The classroom immediately began to lively during the end of get out of class. Many people fell asleep on the table and fell asleep. The students in the third year of high school really have to pay attention to it bit by bit. Time to sleep.

Wang Xingkong wiped off the sweat that was squeezed by the composition, and first slipped out. He walked into the corridor and saw the house number of this room is [Senior High School (4) Class], which is located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There are many students who come out to see the scenery resting in the corridor, they look like NPCs.

The noise rang all over this area, and the communication of students was densely packed. He leaned on the railing and looked down, and saw the playground and sandpit in the distance, as well as the vague dormitory building and canteen. This looked like a residential school.

He deliberately wanted to inquire about the news, but he felt that it was too strange to ask "Where is this" rashly. Since the basic task is "survival", this shows that this seemingly peaceful and peaceful school...maybe There are many hidden dangers.

"——This is Mingxi Middle School, a closed school located in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Because the town’s main focus is "Education Holy Land", all The materials are leaning towards this middle school." Suddenly, he noticed a person lying on the railing beside him. The other person was also a student, looking lazy, unfathomable mystery and began to communicate with him.

"Are you, player?" Wang Xingkong asked.

"Well, yes, so are you." The student smiled and said: "Hello, I am Su Jian."

"Wang Han..." Wang Xingkong hesitated After a while, facing the guy who came up to talk to this unfathomable mystery, he did not report his real name: "How do you know this information?"

"Ah, my identity is the squad leader of Class 4." Su Jane pointed to the classroom door behind: "I turned over the original cell phone and materials, and then I understood."

"...Do you still bring your cell phone?" Wang Xingkong was stunned.

"It's really a good harvest. Didn't expect dignified, the leader of the first class violated school discipline and took the lead in hiding his mobile phone..." Su Jian rested his chin: "You said, if I plug the mobile phone Go to a player's bag and report to the teacher. What will happen to that player..." Seemingly noticing Wang Xingkong's look, he raised his hand, each minding their own business and laughed:    "...Ah, hahaha, your face is so ugly, I'm talking nonsense, don't be afraid." Wang Xingkong relieved, he was a little strange about this person's familiarity, and some didn't want to be close to him. Fortunately, the class bell rang, and he quickly sat back in his seat.

The dragging sound of the tables and chairs is harsh, and the electric fan at the top is still creaking. He turned his pen a little annoyed and glanced at the seat of Su Jian.

At the moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw that Su Jian’s book title page was full of splattered graffiti. The lines were mixed together and twisted into a ball, and in Su Jian’s notebook Above, it was full of the words "Shen Xue". The crazy handwriting made Wang Xingkong's scalp numb.

…It’s weird. Why is there a girl’s name written in Su Jian’s notebook? Is that really a player?

Wang Xingkong even suspected that the other party was an NPC who came to send messages.

But at this time, the tall silhouette of the Guowen teacher walked in, blocking the Heaven's Line light at the door for a moment, and the whole lively classroom quieted strangely, as if suddenly being taken away. All the popularity is average.

It was obviously a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingkong shivered involuntarily... He actually felt a little cold.

"In this class, we will correct the essays we wrote in the previous class. The students in each group will exchange comments. We need to record each other's good words and sentences and correct each other's sick sentences. If you have a particularly good one, you can also recommend it." The teacher began to hand out composition papers.

Wang Xingkong didn’t know which hapless man got the essay of his elementary school student’s writing. He got a neatly written composition paper. The other party’s writing seemed to have been practiced. There is a sharp touch.

He looked at the left name above: Su Jian.

...It's that guy.

He moved towards that Su Jian again and took a look, and found that what Su Jian was holding was just his own composition paper—his ghostly crawling handwriting was clearly exposed in front of people. He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

Suddenly, a chalk head hit his head. He lifts the head and met the gloomy gaze of the Guowen teacher. Those eyes were like hooks, and they were black holes inside, looking extremely terrifying.

"...Don't glanced around, hurry up and correct!" the Guowen teacher said coldly.

Wang Xingkong shivered once again in the dormant world. He held the pen a little tremblingly and looked towards Su Jian’s essays.

[If all the stars will be saved, will there be travelers wishing to them? 】

Seeing the opening sentence, Wang Xingkong was stunned.

Su Jian’s essays are not long, but Wang Xingkong is more and more frightened when he sees it:    [Because life has reached the end, the stars will fall from the sky, but the confused traveler puts his wish on On top of an existence that can't even save oneself...I have to say, what a selfish behavior this is

-but it also happens to be a proof that human beings place their expectations and expectations on themselves. This It is the origin of the "light chaser"...

People will form a stable and normal life style that adapts to a specific environment in a common life, so people are accustomed to "stability". But social control should not be premised on suppressing people’s reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The so-called real authority and effectiveness of the system and the law are not just about compulsory obedience, but first of all, education and probation

——It has always been difficult for humans to face up to themselves. They have fixed themselves in the position of "travelers", unable to break through the shackles of the changes of the times, they are carried forward by the will of the upper class, and even forget the ridiculous behavior of their actions... Such people cannot become "Lighthouse", even if they have the eyes of the world gathered on them...]

This style of writing, how to look and how familiar... It is almost as if it is engraved in human DNA.

Wang Xingkong "shua" stood up all at once.

...He seems to know which player Su Jian is.

Ming'an, happy birthday. Everyone, happy new year.