Chapter 1369: Choice 1

There is only one reason why they are so anxious - there is a problem with the information.

Every part of the original information cube was floating, and photons flowed through its cracks with a sense of mystery. But now the information cube was dim, and those tiny blocks were motionless, as if broken.

People outside will instantly see the information party's photon go out, and then no new miners can enter.

What about the people who originally received the information?

It's probably like... a landslide inside.

Fu Anan told the other children about his experience, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Fu Xiaoan, Nie Anan and the others are still inside."

Among this group of children, a child named Fu Ping'an said.

"Will they die?"

Another child took over.

"Maybe, maybe not, let's wait a little longer."

It was clearly an extremely sad topic that they shouldn't understand at their age, but they were discussing it so calmly.

This is the child who survived the survival game.

The children who were too immature to risk their lives for food had died.

It didn't take much time for the information source to go out and return to normal. The children stayed in front of the information source for a long time until the time they agreed to come out had passed.

The two children never came out, and the other children outside scattered and disappeared into the fields.

They are always like this, in groups, appearing and disappearing mysteriously with their tiny bodies. The youngest child is only a few months old and cannot even walk, so he relies on the older children to hold him in their arms.

Fu Anan lived with them like this for a month. They were all poor and lived near the information source. They reluctantly became neighbors for the sake of their idol Fu Anan.

A month has passed and the game is about to begin.

Listening to the familiar game sounds, Fu Anan closed his eyes and his body disappeared out of thin air.

【Welcome back to the survival game. This round is an interference game. There will be 15 players playing with you.

This round of game: Choose

Survive to 30 years old in this round of the game to complete the game

There is a dealer player in this round of the game. If you find him, you may get game props.

"What is a dealer player? What do game props do?"

When she heard the word for the first time, she was very curious.

【In this game, you will learn what dealers, players, and game props are. 】

"So the game has to last until you're thirty, is that that long?"

[The system has no obligation to explain to you, please play the game diligently]

What a cruel system.

After saying this, it ignored him. The fog in front of him dissipated, revealing... a classroom.

At the podium, a middle-aged man wearing thick, black-framed glasses was writing on the blackboard with his back to her. His shirt was wet with sweat and stuck to his back. There was no air conditioning in the classroom; six ceiling fans whirred around, blasting hot air downwards. Fu Anan looked at the packed classroom. The sign outside read "Junior High School Class 2," with a red flag hanging below.

Soon the man finished writing on the blackboard. He picked up the tree branch on the podium and slapped it hard on the table a few times to attract the attention of the students below.

"As a graduating student, you should behave like a junior high school student!

After he finished speaking, the little noises and movements below died down, and everyone looked up at the teacher above.

The teacher looked at their cooperative expressions and his expression softened slightly. "I told you before, have you discussed with your parents whether you want to go to high school or vocational high school?"

"We've discussed it."

Dozens of students below answered in unison.

"Yes. The teacher will hand out the application forms to you now. Please fill them out according to the content discussed with your parents."

The teacher took a stack of application forms and distributed them one by one.

Fu Anan took the watch and looked at it. There were only three simple lines of words on it:

Junior high school entrance application form:

Regular high school ()

Vocational high school ()

Is this the choice that starts right after you arrive?

Fu Anan held the pen, not knowing which one to choose, so she turned around and looked around to see what others had chosen.

"You fill in your own application form yourself. Do you really need to look at other people's for something like this?"

The teacher seemed to have eyes at the back of his head, able to see her every move.

Fu Anan quickly retracted his gaze and refocused his eyes on the paper.

Regular high school or vocational high school, which one is better?

Ordinary high schools sound very ordinary, but vocational high schools seem a little more impressive.

But the more powerful it is, the harder it is.

Out of careful consideration, she chose the one with the word "common" in its name.

After a while, everyone had finished choosing.

The teacher asked the students in the back row to put away their application forms, then selectively looked at a few of them. "Some grades are high, some are low, some are close, some are far away, but there is no such thing as absolute life, and no such thing as absolute good or bad. Everyone should choose the one that suits them best. Otherwise, one wrong step will lead to many more."

After saying that, he looked towards the back row.

Those squinting eyes look like they're half-smiling, which makes people feel uneasy. They can't help but wonder if they made the right choice? Or the wrong choice? Why didn't they say this reminder when they first chose?

Fu Anan looked at the teacher's smile on the stage and suddenly felt a deep malice.

"Okay, whether you choose a regular high school or a vocational high school, you must study hard."

The teacher gave a casual reminder, then asked them to take out all the test papers under their desks and began to explain the questions on them.

Foreign language, mathematics, Chinese, liberal arts, and science.

Five subjects are taught in rotation.

Fu Anan listened very carefully at first, but the teacher's lecture speed was too slow. In addition, there were reference answers to the test paper at the end and the analysis was very detailed, so she buried her head and never listened again.

The teacher didn't care.

She finished two-thirds of the test paper in one afternoon with the sound of lectures in the background.

Then, with the hurried ringing of the bell, school finally ended.

The NPC students in the classroom ran out of the classroom as quickly as birds released from a cage. Just as Fu Anan followed them out of the door, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed and turned into a slightly shabby room.

The room was cramped and a bit damp.

There was only a small bed, a wardrobe and a desk inside. She was standing in the room with her schoolbag on her back.

Before she could put her bag down, the door suddenly opened, and a woman wearing an apron and holding a cooking spatula emerged. What was a bit scary was that her head was a ball of black mist, and from within the black mist came a voice, "Fu An'an, what are you going to write on the application form today?"

There was a cloud of black fog in her head and her voice was normal, but the shovel in her hand was shaking, as if it would hit her if she answered incorrectly.

Fu Anan looked at the shovel in her hand, took a step back, and recalled the two options in her mind. She hesitated for a moment between lying and telling the truth.

"I chose...an ordinary middle school."