[System time December 1, 10:00 am]

…

Su Mingan opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

It's the first day after the copy is reset, morning.

He checked the first and second floors at night and found that except for him and Mo Yan, no other players survived.

In this copy, there are two of them players left...and ten NPCs.

After Ying diverted the light spot, he did not die. Su Mingan asked him to hide in the cabinet the whole time to avoid violating any strange rules.

The call came from the loudspeaker outside the door as usual. He went out and walked towards the classroom filled with morning light. After sitting down, he saw Xia Luoyang covered in white skin.

Of the thirty slots, eighteen are now vacant.

The process was still the same as before, Xia Luoyang asked them to copy the rules and regulations of Baisha Paradise.

Su Mingan tried it on Xia Luoyang, but he found that the Power Master skill could no longer be activated. This skill could only be used once in a dungeon, even if the dungeon was reset.

But fortunately, the buff that Xia Luoyang had given him was still there, and he was still not affected by these strange words. The clues he had collected were still lying quietly in the clue column.

Without the chatter of other players, the classroom seemed extremely quiet at this time.

Su Mingan copied the words, and the barrage rolled happily:

[Hey, have you heard that the top ten district servers are going to conduct a census? 】

【Census??Here?】

[I thought it was outrageous when I heard it, but since it was the joint group who spoke, the person in charge of statistics should be confident.]

[This, what are you trying to check? The elderly have become middle-aged, and checking age is unreal. 】

[Maybe they want to check their original identity on Zhai Star? By the way, have you noticed that some of the famous bosses who were originally on Zhai Star have disappeared here...]

[As soon as I entered the live broadcast room, I saw you guys chatting again. Aren’t you watching a copy? 】

[What? Isn’t this the world chat area? 】

[Doesn’t anyone care about Brother Ming’an...]

[Does he still need to care? I feel like he will be fine if this copy is reset on the fifteenth day.]

[Indeed, it’s so reliable. I don’t have the frightening feeling when watching other players at the top of the list. I just live in the live broadcast room. 】

[There are a bunch of people on the forum who are trying to figure out the identity of the first player. Some people have already followed the clues and found out the true identity of his mother. 】

[The first player’s mother seems to be mentally ill and has been in a mental hospital before. 】

[...Does anyone know the identity of his father? I thought I saw someone say he was a special police officer...]

【……】

Su Ming'an closed her eyes a little irritably.

From the moment he killed all the players except Mo Yan, his sanity value in the upper left corner started to go wrong.

It's like he's in some kind of swinging state, rising and falling, churning like boiling water, but it hasn't had any substantial impact on him yet.

He quickly finished copying the rules and regulations, and then waited for the get out of class to end.

This time, Xia Luoyang did not find "disobedient children" and expressed his very sincere satisfaction to them.

...because all the disobedient children have died.

This time, Su Mingan didn't see the rules about "doctors" and "students".

Perhaps because all the players have died, this rule has not appeared again.

He followed Baisha Paradise's time management system until the next day.

The flax teacher, carrying bottles and jars, slowly walked in from the door.

As usual, she asked them to copy down the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and then clicked on a few people.

...Everything is the same as before.

However, this time, no player will suddenly take action and drag everyone into the boss battle.

Su Mingan finished all this patiently and raised his head.

He saw Mo Yan sitting in his seat, looking a little restless.

Mo Yan is different from him.

The reason why he can hold on until now is because of his high energy level.

But Mo Yan's words... he just relied on his willpower to survive.

Su Mingan watched Mo Yan barely finish copying history.

Mo Yan, who was pale, smiled reluctantly at him, hoping he wouldn't worry.

After taking back the paper, Flax took out her bottles and jars.

"This is the medicine responsible for [treating] you." Flax said with a smile: "It will have a perfect effect on everyone, so everyone must try it."

After the flax was exported, Su Mingan clearly saw the changes in the expressions of other students.

Fear, fear... similar emotions surfaced on their faces.

NP students may not really be NPs.

They may be subject to certain rules, must follow certain rules, and behave differently from players. But they don't know that they are NPCs.

In other words, these people may be living people.

A living person who is restricted by rules, has his memory wiped away, and does not know that he is in a replica world.

They will also be afraid and in pain, and their feelings will be the same as those of normal people, just like Hui Shuhang and Shanshuang back then.

The feeling they gave him was no different from communicating with other players. They were real and vivid, with their own unique souls.

Weird potions were placed in front of everyone's table. Su Mingan hesitated as he looked at the potion with blue bubbles in front of him.

He wanted to see other people's reactions first.

"...that, teacher."

A girl with a black ponytail raised her hand.

She looked thin and small, as if she had not yet passed high school. The overly large hospital gown was put on her body, revealing a section of skinny arms.

The arms are covered with scars.

Flax turned back, his smile unchanged.

"Teacher, can I...can I not eat..."

"Do you want to receive electroshock treatment?" Flax asked her with a smile.

As if she was frightened and trembled violently, the girl retracted her hand instantly. She looked down at the potion on the table and bit her lip.

Flax walked slowly to her side, as if he wanted to watch her drink it.

The girl hesitantly stretched out her hand, as if mustering up great courage, and drank the potion.

The blue potion was poured into her mouth little by little.

Then, Su Mingan saw a glimmer of crystal water flowing in her eyes.

She suddenly put down the potion, covered her lips, and tears fell uncontrollably, hitting the back of her hand.

"I...I was wrong."

She shed tears, crying like an abandoned child.

"Teacher, I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

"What's wrong?" Flax asked gently.

"I shouldn't, shouldn't have a premature love with a male classmate. I shouldn't like him. I should study hard and not pay attention to things other than studying. I, I shouldn't have feelings like love. I am too superficial now.

, not worthy at all..."

After drinking the potion, her heart opened in an instant. The girl shed tears and her sobs echoed throughout the classroom:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have liked him. I should have waited until I was admitted to college before I was qualified to like someone. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have abandoned my studies for the sake of falling in love..."

As she spoke, tears fell down like beads.

After her, some students also drank the potion. They began to wipe their tears one after another, and a sad atmosphere filled the classroom.

"Teacher, I was wrong. I shouldn't be addicted to the Internet and even run away from home to play games..."

"Teacher, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have escaped on the battlefield that day... Even if I was forced to be a child soldier, I should have gone. I have to contribute to this land..."

"I shouldn't say that I'm going to jump off a building, occupy public resources, and make my parents apologize for me just because I'm afraid of exams..."

"I was wrong...I shouldn't have thought of running away. Even if my husband beat and scolded me, it was still right. I did not listen to him, did not do the housework well, and did not take care of the children well..."

"I shouldn't force my children to support me. They also have their own families! I'm just a bad old man, why bother them... I should just find a mat and roll myself up. Why waste it?"
To be continued...