3 Menggui High School (3)

The malice in games is everywhere.

But what methods can be used to effectively interrupt this class?

Nan Zhu unexpectedly thought of the last ten minutes of the previous class, those last ten minutes filled with the constant sound of chewing, but now there was no trace of blood or bone left on those three empty seats.

The moment she made the connection, she felt a chill run down her spine, finally realizing where the more terrifying danger lay in this instance.

As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another. They wasted time after the first lesson looking for the rules, but instead fell into the hidden trap of the dungeon. Unable to complete their homework, they had to copy it ten times over. The simplest and most effective way to gain enough time was to sacrifice their teammates.

As long as the teacher is fed, the entire class period can be used to catch up on homework.

Not only that, this trick can also prevent the teacher from teaching more content in this class, so even the homework due in the next class can be easily exempted.

That's so vicious.

This was the first thought that flashed through Nan Zhu's mind.

Immediately afterwards, she expressed her gratitude to the person who threw the paper ball after she got up. Fortunately, he reminded her early, giving her more time to think, instead of everyone being on guard against and sabotaging each other from the very beginning.

As she pondered, Nan Zhu glanced up and happened to see the audience's comments scrolling across the screen.

[Hey streamer, that guy named Yak looks really good. Feed him to your teacher, and I'll give you ten Blood Moons.]

[Hurry up, streamer! If you can satisfy this teacher, I'll send you a Supermoon gift too.]

One blood-red moon = 100 points

One supermoon = 500 points

The points in the dungeon shop have strong purchasing power; one point can buy a bottle of water or bread, and 100 points can buy a lot of one-time white items. The temptation offered by the audience is not small.

Even Nan Zhu only accumulated less than 500 points in the first two beginner dungeons combined. This means that if she does as the audience says, she can not only solve the current problems faced by the players in that short class period, but also make herself rich overnight.

But Nan Zhu looked away from those few barrage comments that were full of incitement and malice.

She also ignored the disappointed comments in the live chat who were shouting that they were unfollowing her.

Nan Zhu raised her hand in class, and the plump and overweight teacher on the podium squinted at her and told her to stand up.

"Teacher, could you explain this question in more detail?" Nan Zhu mustered her courage and met the gaze of the strange teacher. Before its face darkened, she said in a clear voice, "Teacher Zhang, I know the answer to this question, but I would like to hear you explain similar questions more often. That way, if I encounter a similar question in the college entrance examination, I will definitely not embarrass you."

She couldn't think of a better way to interrupt the class, and she was worried that other players would be swayed by the comments like she was, so she had to bite the bullet and get up, and risk making a compromise suggestion.

Players who survive to the second or third round are probably not truly foolish. So, after realizing what Nan Zhu wanted to achieve, Ya Ke raised his hand and said a lot of nice things to the teacher, specifically, but not limited to, that he liked this teacher's class the most, or that he thought Teacher Zhang's teaching ability was the best among all the teachers, etc...

Qin Fu'an found these players quite amusing.

If Yak had said a few more words of praise, half the class would have been over in no time.

However, there are still a very small number of fools who are oblivious to the current situation. Not only do they not cherish the time that Nan Zhu and Ya Ke have gained, they also look up blankly and don't know what to do.

That's right, we're talking about that new player.

The slender pen twirled listlessly between his fingers once more. Qin Fu'an then propped his chin up with his left hand and tilted his head to examine his deskmate.

Everyone was wearing the blue and white high school uniform and had an ordinary face, but for some reason, when his deskmate was writing with his head down, Qin Fu'an could always sense a strange kind of obedience in him.

Perhaps Xie Yunhuai was too serious, so serious that he didn't seem like a monster that could mutate and go crazy at any moment, but rather like a bookworm who was writing furiously and burying his head in his studies.

In this day and age, do even ghosts need acting skills worthy of an Oscar?

Qin Fu'an stared at his deskmate's handsome profile, lost in thought.

Xie Yunhuai endured it for a long time, but that straightforward gaze still fell directly on him without shifting in the slightest.

So while the teacher was being bothered by the strange students, Xie Yunhuai frowned and secretly glared at the person next to him.

But unexpectedly, he stumbled into those light green, clear eyes.

Xie Yunhuai had to admit that the other person's eyes were really beautiful.

It gave him an urge to dig it out, carefully craft it into the most beautiful and precious gemstone, then set it in and collect it.

However, he quickly shook off this strange thought, after all, the owner of these beautiful eyes had already fallen to a negative value in his mind.

Because of this association with dislike of the house, Qin Fu'an's eyes also became less attractive.

Qin Fu'an was brought back to his senses by the glare from his deskmate.

He blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why he suddenly sensed a murderous aura.

Unable to find the source of the murderous intent, Nan Zhu and Ya Ke, who were ahead of him, had already sat down. The teacher of the strange creatures began to talk about similar topics, so Qin Fu'an also became much more restrained.

He stopped thinking about how much acting skill was needed to play the trick, cleared his mind, and obediently and attentively listened to the boring lesson.

When the bell rang again, Teacher Zhang stared intently at the few students who hadn't finished their tests, her gaze dark and somewhat resentful, and said, "If you haven't finished your homework for the next class, you'll be standing in the hallway during class."

Those who were seen by it had no intention of answering and were all engrossed in writing, determined to make the most of every second of the break between classes.

But in an instant, they heard a commotion coming from the loudspeaker above the left side of the classroom blackboard.

"Good morning, students. It's time for morning exercises. Today, our esteemed principal from Menggui High School will be giving a speech. Please gather on the playground within three minutes. Latecomers will have their names recorded and points deducted from their class and participation grade."

A girl's voice, faint and distant, carried a few unclear, intermittent electronic notes, like a radio from the last century that had jammed and broken tape.

The beginning of her speech was fine, but when she got to the last sentence, the exaggerated, rising tone revealed an undisguised mockery and malice.

As soon as the announcement came on, the students in the classroom quickly got up and tried to leave.

Players like Nan Zhu Ya Ke, even with their faces ashen, had no choice but to get up and squeeze out with the crowd.

but……

"The malice of games is truly everywhere." Qin Fu'an looked at Teacher Zhang, who had completely blocked the classroom door with his body, and finally understood why he was so easily fooled in the second class, and why he was not as utterly wicked as the first teacher.

Because he never intended for the students of Class 4, Grade 12 to survive until the third period.

"What would you do in this situation?" Qin Fu'an asked familiarly, tugging at the sleeve of his classmate's school uniform.

Xie Yunhuai, who was already breathing heavily due to his impatience, was once again forced to interrupt the change. He silently took a deep breath, pulled his sleeve out of someone's hand, and turned around to stare at Qin Fu'an expressionlessly.

"If you can't get out, you die." He spoke those five simple words with chilling murderous intent.

But no matter how Qin Fu'an listened, he felt that this kid was openly cursing him.

He couldn't help but laugh, and meeting his deskmate's indifferent gaze, he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Classmates, could you give me your seat?"

The classroom was quiet.

Only Qin Fu'an's clear and arrogant voice slowly rang out during the countdown on the radio.

"I'm not a great student, but I'm naturally strong. So, make way for me, and I'll kick away this obstacle blocking the door. That way, we can all have a bright future. What do you think?"

The "students" who were densely packed together with the teacher blocking the classroom door all turned around to look at him.

Some people, even if they zip up their school uniforms to the perfect position, can still manage to make their student demeanor look like that of an arrogant and unapproachable school bully. At least at this moment, Qin Fu'an's aura and his rebellious words are... quite convincing.

A group of students, who were like puppets on strings, made way for him.

Finally, Teacher Zhang, who had been blocking the doorway, appeared. After hearing Qin Fu'an's words, his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"Teacher Zhang, this is all for the good of the school and the students. You wouldn't be so petty as to hold a grudge against me, would you?" Qin Fu'an smiled and waved to the teacher.

The next second after he finished greeting everyone, he suddenly raised his foot and, right in front of everyone, kicked Teacher Zhang hard in his bulging fat.

Qin Fu'an didn't hold back, so while Nan Zhu and the other players were still wondering if Qin Fu'an's actions would violate the rules, their most respected teacher, Mr. Zhang, had already been launched out of the door like a huge meatball.

That huge lump of flesh first slammed onto the concrete wall of the corridor balcony, then rolled off the ground with considerable bounce, and was mercilessly trampled underfoot by countless students running down from the next room.

Everyone was in a hurry. With the principal in front, no one paid attention to the fleshy cushions under their feet. After being trampled on repeatedly, Teacher Zhang's obese body seemed to have become visibly thinner. Perhaps this could be considered a blessing in disguise.

"Let's go, what are you standing there for?" Qin Fu'an turned around and looked at the group of stunned high school kids. After reminding them, he walked out and grabbed Xie Yunhuai, who was standing next to him and hesitated, and ran away.

"...Let go, I can walk by myself!" Xie Yunhuai was caught off guard and was almost dragged away.

Perhaps he was also confused, not understanding why Qin Fu'an seemed to have his eye on him and didn't even consider him as air, even though he was just an ordinary, unremarkable student NPC.

This is unreasonable.

Just like how Qin Fu'an was able to kick Teacher Zhang out, it's extremely unreasonable.

But this cold and rational thought only flashed through Xie Yunhuai's mind for a moment before Qin Fu'an pulled him along and they started running, his mind going blank as the cold wind blew in their faces.

And someone even had the leisure to remark: "Huh, our school is quite unique. Such an important college entrance exam is held in the dead of winter. That's really something."

"Based on the principle of thermal expansion and contraction, maybe our beloved teacher Zhang will be able to lose weight and successfully turn her life around in the next class."

Xie Yunhuai: "..."

Couldn't we gouge out his eyes and then sew his mouth back up with needle and thread?!

[Author's Note]

Qin Fu'an: (Hands on hips) On the very first day we met, I successfully held hands with my future partner. That's so me!

Hahaha, see you in the next chapter!

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