Chapter 22

This is an old classroom. The dim lampshade has been covered with dust for a long time and cannot reflect the numb and lifeless expressions of the students.

The electric fan, which had been out of repair for a long time, made a sharp gurgling sound in this hot weather, and the heat waves kept licking the exposed skin, which was very uncomfortable.

The yellowed and chipped walls, the broken tables and chairs, and the blood-stained blackboard made them seem like the last batch of examinees living in the apocalypse.

Yitu narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the black clock hanging above the blackboard, the seconds ticking away.

9:50 AM.

He sat in the first row of the classroom, with thick textbooks piled up on the desk in front of him, all of which were for high school courses.

Sitting so close to the front is not a good thing for players.

After all, the teacher standing in front of the podium does not look like a normal person.

The bald old man had droopy eyelids as if he was asleep. If he hadn't almost swung the stick in his hand at Yi Tu's face several times, it might have been somewhat believable.

Whenever the middle-aged teacher got excited, he would drool, even though Yi Tu couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

He just watched the saliva splattering on his book, sticking the pages together.

Yitu tried to pull it and vaguely saw transparent silk threads being pulled out.

Just like a spider spinning silk.

He frowned slightly and quickly pushed the book aside in disgust.

A man's chuckle came from his left, as if he was laughing at his childish behavior.

Yitu was stunned for a moment and turned his head subconsciously.

It was truly a most handsome face, with sharp eyebrows, eyes like cold stars, thin lips slightly pursed, and a serious expression.

The moment he looked back at Yi Tu, his eyes became cold and deep, and the sharpness that was not restrained at all made his heart tremble.

"why are you laughing."

Yitu quickly looked away, and although he lacked confidence, he still frowned and asked in a low voice.

There was a girl sitting on his right, so who else could be laughing except this man?

Although this good-looking guy pretends to be serious.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, curled up the corners of his lips, and teased him intentionally:

"I just laughed, and you have to care?"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Yitu's face. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore.

When Yitu first entered the card room, he didn't even have time to check the game panel.

He used his consciousness to summon Judith, and the next moment a virtual panel unfolded before his eyes.

[Club 4 Card Field - Safe Haven:

Venue ID: 449032

Card game difficulty: low

Number of players: 16

Number of players entered: 16

This card game will exist for 5 days (the countdown has been started)

Bonus points for this card game: 48000/16 (currently 16 players are alive)

Player rankings for this card game: None (will be refreshed in 2 hours)

This card game requires you to complete the task: Find the love letter that Ali wrote to Pei Ze (0/1)

Props available in this card game: (/)

Status of the escape door in this card game: Not refreshed (80% of the plot of the card game is completed, and the refresh status is changed)

Servant evaluation of player survival rate: 44%

(Friendly reminder: The suit of this card field is clubs. The rules and game status will be randomly refreshed for a long time. Players, please pay attention and try your best to survive!)

Find the love letter that Ali wrote to Pei Ze? This kind of mandatory task is completely different from the card game at the village festival.

This time Yitu felt a little lost, and the mandatory tasks seemed to have nothing to do with the prompts and card nominations given by the system.

Not knowing whether the 16 players were loaded into the same classroom or separated, Yitu did not dare to act rashly.

The only thing he could be sure of now was that the person next to him was definitely one of the players.

Yitu looked out the window. The dirty glass was covered with a layer of dust, but this still did not prevent him from seeing the outside world.

Black snowflakes were falling from the gray sky, in a season that was clearly summer.

Black, snowflake-like flocs fell on the rusty railings and soon accumulated into a thick layer.

Obviously, this card game is much more broken than the one at the village festival.

Yitu didn't know if it was because the level of the card field had been upgraded, but both the location where he appeared and the surrounding environment were silently telling him.

It's so dangerous, there's a dark and ominous aura everywhere.

At this time, the front and back doors of the classroom were tightly closed. Yitu saw traces of knocking around the door handles, which should have been the work of students trying to escape.

He was observing carefully when he heard the sound of paper tearing to his left.

Yitu subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw the man's slender, bone-china-like hands tearing off the pages of the math book in front of him.

His movements were unhurried, with a certain leisurely elegance, as if he was just playing.

Yitu couldn't help but frown, looked up at the bald teacher who didn't react, and asked in a low voice:

"what you do?"

The man seemed to have expected him to look at him, with a smile on his face.

He did not rush to explain, and said lazily:

"Tear up the book, can't you see?"

Yitu's frown deepened, confused: "Why did you tear up the book?"

This question hit the nail on the head. The man paused and suddenly moved closer.

Yitu smelled a hint of the man's cold fragrance, and heard the man lower his voice and say seriously:

“Because I’m a poor student.”

Yitu couldn't help but looked up and glared at the man after hearing this.

This guy was clearly talking nonsense and was deliberately making fun of him.

The man saw Yitu's angry face and immediately smiled:

"Why are you angry? I didn't scold you."

"I'm really a poor student, I'm not lying to you. Take a look at your books, maybe you are a good student."

The man had a hint of meaning, and Yitu understood it instantly.

He turned his math book to the first page, where the student's name, Shi Ling, was written crookedly.

Yitu then realized that they, the players, were part of the game by existing in the card room.

Not only was he wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with the school emblem, but the men were also dressed like this.

Shi Ling is the student identity he replaced in the game, and Yi Tu has no idea what role Shi Ling is playing in the card field.

He flipped through all the textbooks on the table, including the desk that was stuffed with junk snacks. For the first time, he understood what it meant that books were cleaner than one's face.

Yitu had to put down the book in his hand, as the man's interested eyes were still on him.

He smiled awkwardly, his eyes wandering: "Well, I think I am also... a poor student."

The man suddenly chuckled, and the more he laughed, the more depressed Yi Tu became.

According to common sense, poor students should not sit in the first row. Could it be that Shi Ling is a hidden academic master who does not need to take notes?

Before Yi Tu could think about it, a thin long teaching stick hit Yi Tu's desk with a "bang" sound.

He was startled and looked up to meet the male teacher's small but fierce eyes.

"No talking in class!"

Yi Tu's heart tightened. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed outside the window on the right, and fell down before he could react.

Bang.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was muffled and terrifying, and the sound of flesh and bones breaking seemed to be right next to my ears.

Someone committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Yitu stared out the empty window. The gray snow was falling very slowly. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

At this time, the black clock hanging on the wall showed the time was 10:05, the fifteenth minute after the start of the game.

However, this noise did not attract anyone's attention. The teacher returned to the podium and continued to explain his math problems.

It's not that he didn't see it, he just turned a blind eye.

The female classmate sitting on his right was still staring at the blackboard with an expressionless face and dull eyes. She did not move her head from beginning to end, as if she was used to it.

What exactly happened here.

Yitu really wanted to see if there were any other players behind him, but he happened to be sitting in the first row. If he turned around, it would be too obvious and he might be spotted by the teacher NPC.

This card room is really weird.

Yitu couldn't help but glance to the left, and could only see the man's stern profile.

The man was supporting his chin with one hand and fiddling with a yellowed book with the other.

Once he stopped smiling, he looked like he was frozen to the bone, and no emotion could be read from him.

Yitu was considering whether to speak: "You..." Did you see it?

"I see."

Before he finished speaking, the man's cold voice sounded faintly:

"The person who just fell down was a headless female corpse."

Yitu was slightly stunned and happened to meet the man's deep eyes.

The shadow fell from the building at such a fast speed, how could this person see it so clearly?

“Headless…” Isn’t that just a dead person?

Yi Tu had just said two words when the teaching stick hit the table in front of him again with a "bang".

"No talking in class! No talking!"

The male teacher's back was suddenly arched high, and he lay on Yi Tu's desk like an animal, almost face to face.

So much so that Yitu could clearly see the hideous and terrifying expression on the male teacher's face.

Black hair residue as short as needles began to seep out from under the male teacher's skin, and then Yitu saw the mouthparts in his open mouth.

"Disobedient students will be punished!"

The insect-like mouthparts were sharp and terrifying. They kept shaking and stretching in the male teacher's mouth, as if they were going to poke into Yi Tu's neck in the next second.

But the male teacher did not do so. He slowly moved his body away and walked back to the podium.

But his deformed and arched back did not return to normal, including the patterned skin on his face.

This male teacher is undergoing an irreversible transformation into the form of some animal.

After the teacher walked back to the podium, he continued to explain his math problems.

But his voice became very thin and sharp, and Yitu sounded tortured.

When the male teacher's attention was no longer on him, Yitu tore off a corner of his textbook, wrote a few words on it, crumpled it into a small ball, and threw it on the desk of the man on his left.

The action was done in one go. The man smoothed out the wrinkled paper with his clean fingertips. There was only one sentence on it.

Why didn't the teacher warn you?!

It takes two to tango. Whenever the two of them talk, it is always him who gives the warnings.

It is advisable to resolve the depression.

The man laughed. He didn't reply to Yitu, but just casually put the note into a book.

I thought he would ask something else, but who knew he would say such an indignant and angry remark.

It seems that the scene just now didn't scare him at all, and he even dared to pass the note.

Yitu didn't expect that guy to pass the note back at all. He was still a little afraid of being caught by the NPC teacher again.

After all, the bald teacher is no longer a human being, and he might accidentally meet the conditions for death at any time.

At this moment, a message suddenly popped up on the game panel in front of Yitu.

[Jiang Hanyu: Yitu, you are much more interesting than I imagined.]

Yi Tu was shocked and turned his head away instinctively.

When their eyes met, he saw that hidden in Jiang Hanyu's unfathomable brown eyes was a surging black storm, although it was restrained and obscure.

Yitu's chest felt slightly hot.

He didn't know why this person followed him, whether it was just for fun or because he was curious about him.

Either way, it doesn't come with good intentions.

As one of the four kings in the gambler's game, Jiang Hanyu is definitely a master of the game.

He has a large amount of JR points and even superior strength, so he doesn't need to refresh the card field at all.

Are you tired of playing games and are making fun of him?

Yitu looked away, the intercom turned off in front of him, and he didn't intend to say anything to the man.

The course schedule posted next to the door had very small fonts, and Yitu tried to read the contents clearly.

Fortunately, his eyesight was good. After trying hard to identify for a while, he realized that they were now attending the second class of the morning, from 9:40 to 10:40, a total of one hour.

The time shown on the black clock is now 10:30, and the get out of class will end in ten minutes.

The speed here is obviously faster than real time, but it is still very difficult.

The break time between classes is only ten minutes, which doesn't leave them much time.

With only five minutes left in the get out of class, the bald teacher who had been standing at the podium suddenly stopped teaching.

“Cough cough cough…”

He arched his back and burst into a violent coughing fit, covering his mouth tightly with his hands.

Seeing that there was something obviously wrong with the scene before him, Yitu's heart tightened and his body instinctively straightened.

"The teacher is not feeling well..."

The sharp sound rang out again, accompanied by the sound of trembling mouthparts. The whole classroom became eerily quiet.

Yitu could even sense the fear and nervousness of the female classmate sitting on his right.

The female classmate's head was almost dropping to the table, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Ah, get out of class is almost over and the teacher hasn't assigned homework yet..."

At this moment, the bald teacher no longer looked like a human being. His hands, which were covering his mouth, had completely split into sections of limbs, even his legs.

The huge bulging abdomen kept bulging, and the mouthparts trembled, spraying out sticky silk threads that stained the podium.

He actually turned into a huge humanoid spider.

"Where is my class representative...the teacher wants to assign homework..."

The humanoid spider rolled its green eyes, scanning the students sitting in the classroom with a cold gaze, and urged in a sharp voice.

No one responded.

Yitu suddenly had a bad premonition, and he realized what a crucial role the suit of a card game played.

The suit of this card field is clubs, representing luck and unexpected events.

In other words, this card game is not about strength, but about luck.

Such as the randomly assigned game identities.

Apart from knowing that his in-game identity was Shi Ling, he searched through all the textbooks and desks but still couldn't get any other information.

So, what happens if you don’t know your gaming identity in the first place?

The monster was calling for its math class representative, and the constant waving of its huge claws showed that its patience was running out.

Under the cover of this huge monster, Yitu's palms were sweating.

Soon, the spider teacher gave its answer.

The limbs covered with barbs easily climbed onto the students' desks. The frequency of the vibration of the mouthparts should have been inaudible, but it caused the illusion of tinnitus and dizziness.

Yitu watched as the thing dragged its heavy, bulging belly, crossed the desk of the female classmate who had covered her mouth tightly, and crawled backwards, leaving behind a trail of wet white mucus.

Go find the math class representative who can't remember his own identity and doesn't listen at all.

When the monster passed the first row, Yitu breathed a sigh of relief, but his nerves were still tense.

This time he could turn around with confidence and see the whole picture of the classroom.

The students, all wearing blue school uniforms, sat quietly in front of a blackboard covered with white words, with different expressions on their faces.

Frightened, numb, and wary, he looked them over and received even more probing looks in return.

Since they are all gamers, NPC students will not find their classmates novel.

Only then did Yitu realize that there was no newcomer in this card room.

That's why after he arrived, the classroom fell into almost deathly silence except for the teacher's lecture.

Experienced players will not be as scared or frightened as newcomers, or even scream.

They will not joke with their lives by being the first to test the rules.

All 16 players sitting here are waiting.

Like Yitu, they are quietly waiting for the rules of the game to emerge, or directly waiting for the death conditions to appear.

And now, it has appeared.

The spider crawled much faster than expected. When it locked onto the target and rushed over, Yitu knew who the math class representative was.

The pale-faced boy sitting in the middle of the fifth row was him. It was obvious that he only just knew his identity at this moment.

There was no time to react, and he couldn't outrun the eight-legged, inhuman spider.

A revolver was raised instantly, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and there was a "bang" sound.

I had really bad luck, the bullet went off track and only hit the spider's hind legs.

However, even with this one shot, he couldn't even penetrate the spider's hind legs.

Before the boy was engulfed by the spider's angry silk thread, his last expression showed reluctance and despair.

He was wrapped by the spider teacher into a human-shaped pupa and hung on the electric fan pole above Yitu and the others' heads.

The old electric fan stopped turning, and the human-shaped pupa twitched from time to time, scraping the fan blades and making a dying "ho ho" sound.

The teacher had not yet assigned the homework, and it was trembling its sharp mouthparts and shouting.

"The math class representative is disobedient, so disobedient!"

"Where is the squad leader? Where is the squad leader?"

Yitu's palms were wet with sweat again. As long as Teacher Spider failed to assign homework successfully, he would keep calling the names until someone responded correctly.

It was very quiet all around, with only the "ho ho" sound of the fan blades.

Spider Teacher's forelimbs began to swing impatiently. Yitu knew that time was almost up. They only had ten seconds to react, which was not enough for them to find the answer on the spot.

Just when he thought the killing was about to begin again, a calm female voice rang out in the silent classroom.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Yitu looked back and saw a girl standing up in the lower left corner of the classroom. She had simple and capable short hair that did not reach her shoulders. Her facial features were regular but ordinary, making it difficult to remember her at first glance.

Unlike some people...

Yitu accidentally met the man's brown eyes, and then looked away the next second.

Extremely arrogant.

The girl who was the class monitor didn't show much fear on her face, but her tightly clenched hands still revealed a bit of nervousness.

Ji Han knew her gaming identity, and the owner's schedule for the week was posted on her desk.

One of them was to attend the class committee disciplinary rectification meeting at 3:30 in the afternoon. Ji Han took a look at it and didn't take it seriously at all. There were too many class committee members in a class, and she didn't have time to guess one by one.

But what really pointed out her gaming identity was the birthday card hidden in the desk.

These kids who are still in school, no matter what holiday it is or how many classes they are in, like to send greeting cards and postcards to people they know.

The word "class monitor" is written at the very beginning of this greeting card.

She was lucky and found out her game identity with almost no effort.

The spider teacher stopped waving his limbs and was not prepared to move forward to spray silk.

For the first time, Ji Han was so grateful for her habit of rummaging through things, but then she was no longer happy.

Because Teacher Spider waved his front legs again, as if waving to her.

"Come with me, your classmates' homework books are still in my office."

"Help me get it, let's go."

The identity is correct, but who would have thought that one would have to fulfill the corresponding responsibilities.

Teacher Spider walked to the door and it opened automatically, but Ji Han was still frozen in place.

"Why don't you move? Don't you listen to the teacher?"

Ji Han then took a difficult step and followed Teacher Spider out of the classroom under everyone's gaze.

She knew no one would save her, so she didn't even turn her head.

After they left, the classroom door locked automatically again.

At least the player sitting at the door tried to stand up and pull again and again, but the door didn't budge.

“Ding ding ding…”

At 10:40, the bell rang.