[No. 27·Student Files·Lockel]

【The crime is poverty.】

…

Before Su Mingan could take a closer look, the file flowed into his clue column like a stream of light.

It seems to be quite long, so he will read it in detail after preparation.

Because, the weirdo on the podium started to speak.

The weirdo stood on the podium and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hug them.

"My dear children," the weirdo said.

The players looked alert and their bodies tensed.

"——You are rebellious children."

The weirdo said, his tone rising.

The halo of light flowed around his body, and the white bandage seemed to be shining.

"Your parents sent you to this paradise for correction - you need to become obedient and good children, and become our "excellent students"."

"In this way, you who have grown up successfully are our future."

"Be obedient, receive treatment, work hard to correct it, and then - grow up to be a good, obedient child!"

As the weirdo spoke, his whole body seemed to be bathed in clear light.

At the same time, the system prompts rang in every player’s ears:

[The sixth copy·White Sand Paradise is officially opened.]

["The victims of the times, the increasing number of figures in the dark, and the mediocre skin that cannot resist."

"——They say that we are the future of society."]

…

【Please try your best to escape from this endless hell.】

…

"Today is your first day here." The weirdo said and clapped his hands: "From today on, you must start studying hard to become the adults you dream of."

"Opening the cabinet on the desk, the first item we learn is to copy the rules and regulations about Baisha Paradise within an hour. Without rules, there is no circle. Since you have become our students, you must abide by the rules here...

…”

There is indeed a cabinet next to the table.

Su Mingan opened the drawer and saw a thin notebook, a stack of composition paper, and a signature pen full of ink.

Other players also saw the "prompt according to NPC rules" prompt in the system. No one did anything out of the ordinary. Even the pretentious "first player" obediently took out something at this time.

"Timing begins."

The weirdo said, standing aside, as if waiting for them to finish writing.

The hands of the clock on the wall moved faithfully, it was now half past six in the morning.

The barrage was still discussing and looked much happier than him.

【Sooner or later I will be laughed to death by the clown in the copy.】

[Hahahahaha, I actually met the rightful owner, how embarrassing this must be...]

[Brother Meng, has anyone found out which live broadcast room the fake is in? Let’s work together to flush him out!]

[I couldn’t find it... maybe that guy didn’t start the live broadcast. If he did, he would be sprayed to death. 】

[Life is like a play, play is like life, it’s actually like this...]

[By the way, from what I’ve seen along the way, is Brother Ming An like that? Why do I feel that that man deserves a beating, and I really want to beat him...]

[The first player has no appearance, how can we mortals imitate him? Others are just imitating him.]

[Indeed, that person felt embarrassed just looking at it. I don’t know if the players present were blind or something, but they actually believed it. 】

[Brother Ming An is still pretending to be invisible and natural.]

[The main person is really awesome...]

[Mainly Lin Jiangsi.]

[Indeed, Lin Jiang is stupid, you can’t even see this +1]

【+2】

[There is no need to say that Lin Jiang is stupid...]

[Just waiting for the horse to fall off, I am really amused.]

【……】

Su Mingan picked up the pen and opened the notebook with clear rules and regulations.

As soon as he opened it, he felt dizzy.

The sanity level of 70 fluctuated like crazy. As soon as he fixed his eyes on the notebook and started to read the words, he felt dizziness rising, and the dark corners of his vision continued to expand.

The words written on the pale paper were not in the language of any country and had no translation. They were lines of words that looked like ghostly drawings. Just looking at them made people feel dizzy.

He raised his head and found that other people had similar symptoms. Some were unable to write, some looked ugly, and even the "number one player" didn't look good.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the words again, and suddenly heard a murmur.

The voice is ethereal and neutral, like someone speaking in your ear. When you listen, you understand the meaning, but after a while, you forget about it, leaving only an empty reverberating sound.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

There seemed to be the sound of water coming from behind him. He coughed, pulled his eyes away from the ghost talismans, and looked back.

He saw a bloody figure standing in the center of his field of vision that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.

The figure in a red dance skirt and jet-black hair flashed by, then quickly disappeared from his eyes.

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, the orange san value has dropped to 65.

Su Mingan blinked and suddenly noticed that Lin Jiang behind him was writing quickly, as if he was not affected at all.

...Lin Jiang was not affected.

So, the difference between Lin Jiang and myself is...

He held the pen and began to switch states.

After reading the message for five seconds, the "shadow" state instantly appeared.

His high energy point instantly changed. The next moment, he found that his vision was much clearer, and the air in front of him that seemed to have been boiled calmed down.

He took the pen and started copying according to the pattern of the ghostly drawing.

He had some energy left and was not affected at all. Extreme points gain was extremely advantageous in this situation, and there were very few players with higher mental points than his current state.

The hour hand gradually points to the number seven, and half an hour has passed.

The weird man in a white coat has been standing quietly in the shadow of the corner of the classroom, frozen and motionless, like a white statue.

Su Mingan even had time to check on other players.

At this glance, he found that the others seemed to be struggling.

Most people's faces were ashen and their eyes were dull. Many people even chose to put down their pens and lean back on the soft chairs with their eyes closed to regain their consciousness.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a player fell on the table and made a huge noise. He seemed to have fainted.

The other twenty-nine people all looked in that direction.

At this time, the weirdo slowly walked over.

He reached out and stroked the player's head, as if judging something.

"This is a bad boy."

said the weirdo.

"He was disobedient and did not copy his homework as required. He even fell asleep in class because he did not have a good night's rest." He said: "Such a child cannot be [treated] well at all. He is too rebellious. He will fall asleep at first sight."

It’s not [corrected] sincerely.”

"..." Su Mingan frowned when he heard these words.

The weirdo dragged the player up from the table, pushed him to sit on the chair, took his hands and put them on the armrests.

With a "click", the iron hoop tightened, and the unconscious player's hands were completely fixed on the armrest.

Seeing this scene, the originally cheerful barrage became strangely quiet for a while.

Although the audience can choose the first perspective, they are only looking at the picture. They can only see a slightly dim field of view with dark corners, and they will not have the same feeling as the player.
To be continued...