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Before Wang Xingkong entered the game, he was an ordinary college student in Long Kingdom.

He has been going to school diligently, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and then to university. Study after study, test after test, living under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in the Dragon Kingdom lives like this.

When I came here, everything seemed so ordinary.

He likes the second dimension, virtual anchors, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn't dare to play them himself, he dares to watch other anchors play... He once liked an anchor very much, and the anchor's ID was Ming'an.

A technical anchor who never shows his face, he likes to watch this anchor beating ghosts until they scream. This anchor's screen recordings and live broadcasts have accompanied him through many nights of making up for homework.

...Then after entering the World Game, he noticed something was wrong.

Why does this legendary number one player sound so similar to that anchor!

Then combine the two names.

It was as if he had discovered something.

He suddenly felt a sense of surprise that reached his thigh, and he immediately paid attention to Su Ming'an's deeds. After learning everything, he began to doubt - was this person really a native student?

Then, he saw the video that went viral and was uploaded to the World Forum.

The young man in the picture, facing Mizushima Kawakora, smiled and inserted his hand directly into his chest, spilling blood all over the floor.

The raging phantom fire that suddenly surged in his eyes made people breathless for a moment.

Wang Xingkong suddenly couldn't breathe.

Until the beginning of the third world, he still couldn't believe that the scene he saw actually happened - even though the First Guild had officially announced his death and began to cultivate a new No. 1 player.

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

He opened his eyes and immediately felt the warm wind from the scorching summer heat. The electric fan made a noisy "squeak" sound above his head. The marks of the red pen were smeared on the exercise book in front of him. There was a sound coming from the stage.

The teacher's hypnotic microphone sound, as soon as he entered such a scene, he subconsciously began to fall asleep... This is probably the instinct of students.

But soon, the system prompt sounded:

【Welcome all players to the third world!】

[World name: Campus·Mingxi Middle School]

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

[Advanced task: Play your role well and become an outstanding "good student" in the eyes of the teacher.]

[Perfect pass: guess the secret behind Mingxi Middle School.]

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"Don't do useless work. The Four-Nine Rules of the College Entrance Examination: 40% of the test points are common and compulsory questions, and the scores account for 90% of the college entrance examination paper. We must understand the outline thoroughly and not engage in question-filled tactics. Many of you think that you will be the same.

It’s easy to just keep answering the questions, but in fact it’s not the case at all. You still have to make mistakes when you should be wrong..."

On the stage was a middle-aged Chinese teacher. He had deep eyes, a sad face, a thin figure, and thick knuckles. He was obviously a Chinese teacher, but his sinister eyes made Wang Xingkong instinctively wary. Although the teacher said

The words sounded a little too familiar, but he still couldn't ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.

He opened his book, and the name written on the title page was "Wang Han", which was not his name. He was also wearing a summer school uniform that fit the size. This should be a world with an initial identity from the beginning, unlike

The previous apocalypse came to the world like an outsider like science fiction - he is now a student of this school.

...I heard that there are about a hundred players in each dungeon, and they may become members of this school just like me.

He paid attention to the expressions of other people, and indeed there were some "students" who looked strange. It was obvious that these were players who had just entered the world like himself.

"——Now let's start our weekly pen practice." The Chinese teacher suddenly took out a stack of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xingkong was wiping his sweat and his scalp started to feel numb.

——He is a science student, and an extremely partial science student. Although his English is passable, Chinese is simply a devilish subject that puts him on the ground. Every time he writes, he feels like he is constipated. It takes him a long time to squeeze out so many words.

With a small number of words, I only got a sympathy score in the twenties in the final college entrance examination.

"There is still no limit to the topic, mainly argumentative essays, and the content is required to be positive. You can refer to the materials in your accumulation notebook." The Chinese teacher ignored his ideas and started handing out essay papers directly.

Wang Xingkong noticed that several players' bodies had also become stiff. Some of them were not even good at holding a pen, and some were staring at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they had not yet understood the situation.

The essay paper was handed out to him from front to back, and Wang Xingkong endured the discomfort of writing the essay - he had been in college for more than three years, and he still remembered how to write the essay for the college entrance examination. But when he thought of the teacher's request for "positive and uplifting" content,

He managed to squeeze out a few words:

[I like going to school very much, and I also like reading. I am very happy going to school. I am a happy school person. I think that being a person requires being positive and facing everything. I am also very active in reading and learning, so that I can be a good person for myself and my parents.

, people who are useful to the school and society. Lu Xun once 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 expectations, I want to grow up, and I want to be more

Work hard and be positive...]

He couldn't write any more.

He was afraid of being torn alive by the scary-looking Chinese teacher.

As soon as the bell rang and the paper was passed up, his eyes looked a little desperate.

"We will start the evaluation in the next class." The Chinese teacher pushed up his glasses and left the classroom holding a stack of composition papers.

The classroom immediately became lively after class, with people sitting around and chatting, and many people fell asleep on the table. The senior high school students really have to seize every moment to catch up on their sleep.

Wang Xingkong wiped away the sweat from the composition and slipped out first. He walked to the corridor and saw that the house number of this room was [Grade 3 (4) Class], which was located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There were many people resting in the corridor.

The students who came out to enjoy the scenery looked like NPCs.

Noise filled the area, and there were dense exchanges between students. He leaned on the railing and looked down, seeing the playground and sandpit in the distance, as well as the vague dormitory building and cafeteria. It looked like a

Residential school.

He wanted to inquire about the news, but he felt it was too strange to ask "where is this place" rashly. Since the basic task is "survival", this means that this seemingly peaceful and peaceful school... may hide many unknown things.

Danger.

"——This is Mingxi Middle School, a closed school located in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Since the town is an "education mecca," all supplies are tilted toward this middle school.

"Suddenly, he noticed that someone was lying on the railing next to him. He also looked like a student and looked lazy, so he started to communicate with him inexplicably.

"Are you a player?" Wang Xingkong asked.

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

"Wang Han..." Wang Xingkong hesitated for a while. Facing this guy who came up to talk to him out of nowhere, he did not tell his real name: "How do you know this information?"

"Ah, my identity is the monitor of Class 4." Su Jian pointed to the classroom door behind her: "I checked my mobile phone and information and I understood."

"...You still have a mobile phone?" Wang Xingkong was stunned.

"It's indeed a good harvest. I didn't expect that the class leader would violate school rules and take the lead in hiding a mobile phone..." Su Jian held her chin: "You said, if I stuff the mobile phone into a player bag, then tell the teacher

Report it, what will happen to that player..." Seemingly noticing Wang Xingkong's expression, he raised his hand and laughed to himself:

"...Ah, hahaha, you look so ugly. I'm just talking nonsense. Don't be afraid."

Wang Xingkong breathed a long sigh of relief. He felt a little strange about this man's familiarity and didn't want to get close to him. Fortunately, the class bell rang at this time, and he quickly sat back in his seat.

The sound of tables and chairs being dragged was harsh, and the electric fan at the top was still squeaking. He turned his pen a little irritably and glanced at Su Jian's seat.

The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw that the title page of Su Jian's book was full of messy graffiti. The lines were mixed together and twisted into a ball, while Su Jian's notebook was full of scribbles.

The word "Shen Xue", with its crazy handwriting, made Wang Xingkong feel a little numb.

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

Wang Xingkong even suspected that the other party was an NPC who came to deliver information.

But at this moment, the tall figure of the Chinese language teacher walked in, blocking the light from the door for a moment, and the entire lively classroom became strangely quiet for a moment, as if all the popularity was suddenly sucked away.

It was obviously a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingkong couldn't help but shudder... He actually felt a little cold.

"In this class, we will correct the essays written in the previous class. Each group of students will exchange corrections and record each other's good words and sentences and correct each other's bad sentences. If there are particularly good ones, you can also recommend them." The teacher began to hand out essay papers.

Wang Xingkong didn't know which unlucky guy had gotten the composition written by his primary school student. He got a composition paper with neat handwriting. The other person's handwriting looked like he had practiced it, and he had a sharp brushstroke when folding and stroking.

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He looked at the name above: Su Jian.

...it's that guy.

He glanced at Su Jian again and found that what Su Jian was holding happened to be his own composition paper - his ghost-like handwriting was clearly visible in front of others, and he suddenly felt a sense of difficulty.

The obvious feeling of humiliation.

Suddenly, a piece of chalk hit him on the head. He raised his head and met the gloomy gaze of the Chinese teacher. Those eyes were like hooks, with a black hole inside, which looked extremely scary.

"...Don't look around and make corrections quickly!" the Chinese teacher said in a cold tone.

Wang Xingkong shuddered again. He held the pen tremblingly and looked at the essay written by Su Jian.

【If all the stars will be saved, will there still be travelers making wishes to them? 】

Wang Xingkong was stunned when he saw the first sentence.

Su Jian's essay was not long, but Wang Xingkong became more and more frightened as he read:

[Because life has reached the end, stars will fall from the sky, but the confused traveler places his wishes on an existence that cannot even save himself... I have to say, what a selfish act this is.

——But this also happens to be proof that human beings place their own expectations and hopes. This is the origin of "Light Chaser"...

In living together, people will form a stable and normal life style that adapts to a specific environment, so people are accustomed to "stability". However, social control should not be based on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The so-called system and law

The real authority and effectiveness of the government does not lie solely in enforcing obedience, but first and foremost in educating and influencing

——It has always been difficult for human beings to face themselves. They have fixed themselves in the position of "traveler" and cannot break through the shackles of the changes of the times. They are coerced by the will of the upper class to move forward.

To the point of forgetting the ridiculousness of their own behavior... Such people cannot become "lighthouses", even if they attract the attention of the world...]

This style of writing looks so familiar...it's as if it's engraved in one's DNA.

Wang Xingkong suddenly stood up.
Chapter completed!