Chapter 12 Happy University (XII)

After answering the questions of the fake teacher Feng Zhibei, the black-haired "Feng Zhibei" was visibly angry and looked at the three people coldly.

"Since you've read the book, there's a club promotion at the Central Artificial Lake this afternoon. Just fill out the form to participate..."

Feng Zhibei interrupted: "Can you refuse?"

Barrage: “?”

The NPC's expression was murderous, and he glared at him fiercely.

The lights in the library suddenly turned on and off, as if they were fluctuating with the person's mood and were on the verge of collapse.

After a moment, Feng Zhibei, who had calmed down, took a deep breath and smiled as if he had thought of something.

"You don't have to go. Then you can stay here forever."

He looked at everyone with joy and said, "There's nothing wrong with staying here. Being a student here is a very happy thing. Everyone will have a bright future."

The youngest Min Xizhen couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The biggest scam from childhood to adulthood: Just wait until you go to college.

Who are you kidding when you say going to school is a happy thing?

Chen Yingjie took a half step forward and squinted his eyes: "What club?"

NPC "Feng Zhibei" took out three slightly wrinkled pieces of paper.

"Because of the lake, this university has happiness." His expression suddenly changed, returning to his previous simple and harmless look, even with a subtle piety.

“Our club was established precisely for the artificial lake, so that more people can know about its charm.”

Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.

This NPC... always gave him an awkward feeling.

It's like there are two souls in one body, constantly fighting for the right to use the body.

Three pieces of musty-smelling paper and a pen were stuffed into Chen Yingjie's hands.

"Tomorrow afternoon at five, if you're interested, you can come and have a look."

Then, the system prompt sounded after a long silence:

[Ding! Mission progress updated!

Current tasks to be completed: Participate in community lectures]

The entire library flickered for a few seconds before daylight finally returned. A moment later, the deliberately subdued sounds of footsteps and the gentle rustling of pages could be heard again.

Blurry figures moved around the bookshelves, as if this was just an ordinary afternoon in the library.

"Feng Zhibei" tidied up her messy black hair and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and stopped, turning his head sharply to look at Feng Zhibei.

The three of them became nervous again, waiting for the other party's move.

The black-haired NPC "Feng Zhibei" scratched his hair in annoyance. His hair, which had been straightened, became frizzy again. He walked forward and stuffed the rose into Feng Zhibei's hand.

Feng Zhibei: "...What is this?"

The barrage paused for two seconds, and then began to type question marks frantically.

"Brother... the president asked me to bring these to you. He..." He paused, as if he had difficulty speaking the next words, "He really admires your artwork, Teacher. He wanted to deliver the roses himself, but he got scratched on the neck by a cat not long ago, so he had to ask me to deliver them in his place."

[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the primary item - Teacher Yan's rose.]

Teacher Yan has a rose and loves to draw pictures for it, but the rose is sometimes not very obedient, which makes him very distressed.

The image of Yan Jingming with blood gushing from his neck appeared in Feng Zhibei's mind.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes icy, but his voice was flattered: "Really?... Thank you so much for his appreciation. I hope he can recover well. I'm also looking forward to meeting him."

After delivering the flowers, "Feng Zhibei" fled away from the three people and disappeared into the crowd as before.

"Dear viewers, what you're seeing now is the dungeon boss presenting me with flowers. We can see he's quite skilled at growing flowers. Even though this flower is dead, it still looks alive, uh... let me describe it, fresh?"

Feng Zhibei grabbed the rose somewhat roughly, pinched the earphone and whispered to the audience in the live broadcast room.

The rose lost several petals under his destruction, and the whole flower exuded a temperament of "I have withered completely".

Save the Roses

Is there anyone speaking up for roses?

Please stop talking, why do you have a long mouth?

[So devastating, after covering his face, this bastard speaks like a hopelessly illiterate person]

[…He does have some education…]

【……】

【Nima is so devastated! 】

“…There’s something wrong with this form.”

Chen Yingjie suddenly spoke.

"What's going on?"

Feng Zhibei casually placed the roses on the bookshelf and turned to look at him.

【Rose: Finally free】

[He ran away, he chased him, he gave him a rose, but he threw the rose aside...]

[? ? What are you doing above? Hahahahaha]

Chen Yingjie shook the three pieces of paper, and a pile of crumbs came out.

Feng Zhibei frowned, thinking of the dandruff that fell off the middle-aged entrepreneur sitting next to him when he was interviewed before his death.

His face turned pale and he shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of all the mess and clear his mind.

"Name, gender, date of birth, all of these are fine, but the last two items are about when and how you want to die."

The crumpled paper was smoothed out and shown to others.

Rose Lake Club Recruitment Form

Name:

gender:

Date of Birth:

Ways to die in the future:

Time of death:

The three normal questions only took up a small part of the entire paper, and the remaining space was occupied by two other questions that looked abnormal.

"How do you want to die..."

Feng Zhibei seemed to be thinking about something and clicked on the copy information.

[Dungeon Name: Happy University (Fusion Version)

Dungeon level: two stars

Plot summary: You are an ordinary university teacher. With the postgraduate entrance exams approaching, you and your students are under great pressure. Just then, strange things happen to the students at school...

Game task: Please find out why students behave strangely.

Special Mission: Deduced 30% of the hidden plot and successfully explained it.

Current tasks to be completed: Participate in club presentations.

Dark line exploration degree: 20%

Total exploration degree: 79%]

He raised his eyebrows, and the total exploration level of the dungeon soared like a rocket, with an additional hidden exploration level.

"Do I really need to fill this kind of thing...huh?"

Min Xizhen's hesitant voice stopped abruptly.

Feng Zhibei was holding a new member recruitment form with two fingers. Even though he couldn't see his face, his disgust was evident.

He naturally snatched the pen from Chen Yingjie's hand.

Chen Yingjie: “?”

Feng Zhibei placed the new member recruitment form on the shelf, took off the pen cap and started writing.

"Name: Feng... Yan Bei, male... December 12, 2029..."

"For the method of death...just write December 13, 2053..."

Satisfied, he closed the pen, spun it in his hand, and threw it to Min Xizhen who was standing nearby: "Aren't you going to write?"

The poor high school student had never enjoyed such treatment before. She hurriedly caught the pen and looked at him in disbelief: "You just wrote it down like that, aren't you afraid of problems later? What if you really die?"

Chen Yingjie also frowned and squinted his eyes, somewhat disapproving of his approach: "The dungeon is full of traps, so it's better to be cautious."

Feng Zhibei struggled to fold the paper into small pieces using two fingers, then picked up the rose and poked it hard on the paper.

【???】

What is this doing?

【Rose: Not Provoked】

He pinched the top of the rose, perfectly avoiding touching the falling paper.

"I've already written it. It's too late to regret it now. Besides, didn't the NPC just say that I had to fill out a form before I could attend the presentation?"

The most important thing is that the time and method of death is not a question of whether he wants to or not. He is already dead and has no choice.

Feng Zhibei shook the rose in her hand, shaking off a few petals and a pile of confetti.

Min Xizhen's face wrinkled up. She hesitated for a long time, but finally started filling in the form.

After finishing writing, she handed the pen to Chen Yingjie, but the other party frowned for a moment and shook his head.

"I won't write it for now. I'll see what happens after this."

Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.

As he turned the rose, he looked up at the clock tower outside the glass window.

"The time has changed. It's 5pm in fifteen minutes. We have to go to the artificial lake."

"Wasn't it just past seven o'clock? How can time go backwards?"

Min Xizhen was a little surprised.

"Yeah, it's still daytime." Feng Zhibei's voice was a little lazy. He looked at the sunlight outside the window and took the lead.

"Anyway, let's get out of here first. I know where the artificial lake is and we'll be there soon."

He walked out of the narrow aisle of bookshelves and the entire view of the library came into view.

Unlike the scene at night, the library is very crowded during the day. Almost every seat is filled with students, some writing furiously, and some typing furiously on their keyboards.

In the center of the library, a woman with a contemptuous face was standing at the administration office, writing something with her head down.

When they came, they went through the back door, but now it was opening hours and the main entrance of the library was located in the middle of the hall, with transparent automatic doors opening and closing for people to pass through.

The journey out of the library was very peaceful, without any unexpected incidents.

Feng Zhibei looked back before stepping out the door.

His pupils suddenly shrank.

Yan Jingming was sitting in the place where the black shadow sat in Heitian’s library, his upturned peach blossom eyes looking at Feng Zhibei.

His black curly hair was tied up, revealing his neck wrapped in gauze, and a rose was placed on his left hand.

When he met Feng Zhibei's eyes, he smiled, picked up the rose and kissed it, but his eyes were staring blatantly at the person in front of the automatic door.

"What's wrong?" Min Xizhen asked nervously behind him.

Feng Zhibei shuddered, escaping the dangerous state of being preyed upon. "...It's okay. I'm just remembering the way to the artificial lake."

Yan Jingming raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth, tore off a rose petal with his teeth, held it in his mouth and looked at him meaningfully, as if he was not biting a petal, but something else.

Feng Zhibei glared at him fiercely and hurriedly left the library.

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