Chapter 11 Happy University (XI)

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw his face, a heated discussion broke out.

[This time, the NPCs even have a face-grabbing feature?! This is almost as difficult as a four-star dungeon!]

[Don't mention it, this black hair is much more pleasing to the eye than that bastard's red hair]

When will there be a permanent NPC voting system in the wilderness? Can I vote for him?

Come on, don't you remember when the number one guy chopped up the NPC who grabbed his face like pork? That sparked a trend of chopped-up NPCs, which forced the Wild Area to implement a system to protect NPCs.

[If the face-grabbing NPC is permanent, I guess not many people can survive, hahahahaha]

[So the host was merciful by not chopping him off directly?]

"Buzz, buzz—"

The black-haired "Feng Zhibei" hurriedly said sorry, rummaged through the pockets of his clothes, and looked a little flustered.

The moment he took out his cell phone and saw the screen, his smiling face instantly became expressionless, even cold.

This expression is somewhat similar to Feng Zhibei himself.

Feng Zhibei stood up with the book in his hand and glanced at the caller out of the corner of his eye.

"Mother".

He raised an eyebrow and watched the face that looked exactly like his disappear in the crowd in the library without even having time to speak.

"That person... I didn't sense anything from him. Is he an ordinary NPC?"

Min Xizhen asked hesitantly. She was alert for a moment when she saw the other person, but soon relaxed.

He is like the gentle NPC that exists in every game. He leaves in a hurry after the cutscene without leaving a trace.

"Perhaps not."

Feng Zhibei answered casually.

The answer should be "absolutely not". That NPC robbed my face and was hanging out with the dungeon boss. He doesn't look like an ordinary NPC at all.

But now the man has disappeared, leaving behind only a blue book that looks like a graffiti book.

In the middle of the blue cover was a red rose that looked like a child's crayon doodle, and below the rose was the name of the book written crookedly in the same red handwriting.

"What's under the lake..."

He read the title of the book quietly.

"Give it to me. My attribute level is higher, so it's safer for me to open it," Chen Yingjie said solemnly. "Since it's an item given by an NPC, it must be useful."

Feng Zhibei didn't refuse anymore and handed the book to the other party.

The three of them hid in the corner of the bookshelf and carefully turned to the first page.

[What is under the lake, author ▇▇.

This book is dedicated to my poor and lovely little rose, who has no father or mother and sleeps under the lake.

The title page is a whole deep sea blue, perhaps what is called a "lake", and at the bottom is a lonely red rose.

Feng Zhibei shivered for no reason, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

[Roses like water and hate fire, even though they themselves have a fiery appearance.

Its limbs were so limp that it couldn't even hold a paintbrush, so it could only beg others to help it draw a picture.

On the second page was a limp rose, its roots soaked in a pool of aqua blue, and a lighter and a paintbrush were thrown in the distance.

The entire page was filled with an indescribably weird color tone, which made Feng Zhibei feel physically uncomfortable.

He whispered to Chen Yingjie to turn the page quickly.

“I want a beautiful picture of a lake. Can you draw it for me?”

"Of course."

Someone drew a beautiful picture of a lake, and Rose really liked it.

On the third page, the rose branches are bent like human arms, holding a dark blue square, which is probably the painting of "Beautiful Lake".

"What's under the lake?"

Rose was a little curious.

"You should go and see for yourself. No one has ever been under the lake, just like a rose shouldn't go to school."

The rose is in a dilemma. It cannot live without water, but it will drown if it goes under the lake.

The fourth page is a picture of a wilted rose, its roots are a little black and its petals are gradually withering.

Feng Zhibei stared at the flower. Suddenly, a petal fell off the rose in the book, appeared out of thin air and floated to the ground, emitting the smell of rotting fruit.

The three of them looked a little unhappy.

"What's under the lake? What's under the lake? What's under the lake?"

The entire fifth page was red, with this sentence written all over it in glaring blue.

Chen Yingjie turned the pages quickly.

The rose looked at the lake for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "I know! I know! There's a rose beneath the lake!"

In the center of page six, a rose with only a few petals left holds a painting of a lake, and the painting reflects a complete rose like a mirror.

"What the hell is this... What the hell?" Min Xizhen muttered softly, "This book is so boring. If it didn't feel so wrong, I would have thought it was just an ordinary early childhood education book."

She could sense that, unlike the gentle NPC just now, this book exuded an ominous aura.

Feng Zhibei didn't respond.

The other two had never seen the lake, but he had.

【So, there was a happy rose under the lake. 】

The picture on page seven is basically the same as on page one, but there are white dots on the blue background, a rose is sinking to the bottom of the lake, and a boat is right next to it.

“…a very new kind of children’s art.”

Feng Zhibei commented.

He actually admired this kind of abstract artistic creation very much, but this book did not give him a good feeling, coupled with the previous battle in the lake with a suspected game boss who called himself Yan Jingming.

So he swallowed his praise and continued to think about the purpose of this book.

The whole book looks a bit thick, but in fact only these seven pages have content. The following pages are all white paper. Each sheet of paper is very thick, as if it has absorbed water.

On the last page, there appears to be the author's signature, but it is also blacked out.

A blue lake, white granular objects, and a boat...

Feng Zhibei looked up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Min Xizhen was startled by his actions.

"It's okay, my cervical spondylosis is acting up, so I'm moving around a bit."

He made up a lie to get by, hesitated for a moment, then changed his tone and said to Chen Yingjie with a worried and doubtful voice:

“When I first started scene fusion, I passed by the school’s artificial lake… That lake looked a bit like a painting in a book.”

Feng Zhibei hid the footage of the fight between himself and Yan Jingming.

【？ 】

【Redefining passing by】

[If you don't understand, do you mean rolling around in the lake with the NPC?]

[Rolled around... Hehehehe]

[? This is hilarious! Don't be so ridiculous!]

The advantage of not exposing your face is that you only need to pinch your throat to pretend to speak, without moving any muscles on your face.

If someone could see his face through the strange fog, they would find that he was too lazy to even lift his eyelids, which formed a huge contrast with his weak and pitiful voice.

"A lake? ... Let's investigate after we get out."

Chen Yingjie carefully closed the book and put it back where it belonged.

"Aren't you guys going to watch it?"

A clear voice sounded from the side.

The black-haired Feng Zhibei was holding a cell phone and looking at them with a smile.

Chen Yingjie's face suddenly darkened. The other person was holding a bright red rose in his hand.

"Have you finished watching?"

"Feng Zhibei's" smile grew fainter and fainter, until not a trace of smile remained, and his dark pupils were emotionless.

The entire space was filled with a cold atmosphere. I don't know when the entire library became silent, and even the lights became much dimmer.

At some point, they returned to the pitch-black library. "Feng Zhibei"'s figure kept changing, sometimes a black shadow, sometimes a red, blue and green mosaic, with a pale face and a crackling sound of electricity.

"I've finished watching it, I've finished watching all of it!"

Amidst the silence, Feng Zhibei spoke first.

Min Xizhen glared at him suddenly and pulled his sleeve in an attempt to make him quiet down.

She really felt like she was going to die now, she was trembling all over and couldn't speak.

"...This book is very interesting and the color combination is very novel. I really like it."

Feng Zhibei ignored her attempt to stop him and made a gesture to reassure her.

"Classmate, you often borrow this book, right? Then we're book friends... Can I share my thoughts on this book?"

His voice was sincere and seemed to carry some inexplicable excitement.

【？ 】

【???】

What is this doing?

The black-haired "Feng Zhibei" was obviously stuck, as if he had never seen a player who could turn the tables like this.

Even the cold air in the air froze.

"Actually, I'm a teacher at your school. I saw the borrowing record for this book when I went to register. You must like this book very much, right? I was recommended to borrow it by a colleague from the Academy of Fine Arts. What about you? Let's talk about it. You won't reject me, your teacher, right..."

Feng Zhibei's hoarse voice continuously assaulted the ears of everyone present. His broken voice finally overwhelmed the NPC who was grabbing his face, and he covered his ears, "Teacher, don't ask anymore! It's okay, it's okay!"

The live broadcast room was full of joy.

[Although I didn't chop the NPC, giving it a therapy session was another form of torture.]

[Master, please stop reciting.]

If this guy survives until the next instance, can anyone raise funds to heal his throat? He looks like he's about to die, ruining the viewing experience!

"Feng Zhibei" glared at him, and even the sound of electricity became much more obvious, crackling. It seemed that he was very angry about being interrupted, but seemed to be afraid of something and did not attack.

"This is the original manuscript, so there's only one copy. Most of the students at the Academy of Fine Arts aren't interested in this subject, so I'm the only one who can read it."

He finished his words gloomily, "This book isn't very interesting. It just talks about the origin of the school's artificial lake, so I'm quite interested in it."

Feng Zhibei let out a breath.

He also has the identity of a university teacher, and his privileges as a teacher are greater than those of an NPC student.

Sweat dripped from his misty face.

Unlike his cheerful voice just now, Feng Zhibei did not seem so relaxed. On the contrary, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The bet was right.

only……

What does the origin of the artificial lake mean?

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