Chapter 3 Happy University (Part 3)
Dormitory building.
There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, mixed with crying and screaming.
Groups of anchors ran down the stairs, followed by a group of indistinguishable monsters.
The monster's body was covered with body parts, and with every step it took, a few human body parts would fall off, rolling to the side and leaving a trail of blood.
People were constantly caught up by the monsters behind them and torn apart. Blood and fear filled the entire corridor.
The live broadcast rooms of these anchors are bustling with activity.
【Hahahahaha, it’s still fun to watch the chase.】
[Indeed, the current number one in this dungeon is a bit too easy. There's nothing much to see except the face.]
[Who's the first one? I see several big guilds' streamers pushing this dungeon pretty fast. Is there anyone else who's even faster?]
[Yes, but he is a commentator. It is enough to watch the fun after the commentary is settled.]
[Don’t talk about that person anymore. No matter where he is, he will die in the end. Just watch other anchors with peace of mind.]
Feng Zhibei hid behind the others and watched the anchors fleeing the dormitory building. Their expressions varied, some with despair and numbness, while others were calm, forming a sharp contrast.
The few calmer anchors were obviously experienced. They impatiently explained to the new anchors who were making the most noise while moving in a certain direction.
"Since you've already survived the two-wheeled monster, why are you still crying?"
One of the women with a high ponytail spoke to them coldly.
A narrow-eyed man nearby tried to calm everyone down: "This is just a two-star dungeon, the kind you can survive after completing the main quest. Don't be afraid, just follow along."
With a smile on his face, he hooked his finger at the group of new anchors who were still immersed in fear.
It is obvious that one of them plays the good cop and the other the bad cop.
Feng Zhibei hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be panicked and followed these experienced anchors.
It's just that he looked more conspicuous and attracted the attention of the woman with ponytail.
"Hey, redhead, what are you holding in your hand?"
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Zhibei.
Besides his artistic long red hair, the blood-stained backpack in his hand also made others step back and stay away from him.
All in all, he doesn't look like a good guy.
[I'm dying of laughter, this hair is really Shamatte! ]
[It's so conspicuous, it really looks like a rambutan]
Several other anchors gathered together, looking at the blood splattered on the backpack in his hands and the corners of his clothes in horror, and whispered to each other.
"Did this man kill someone...Why is he carrying a blood bag?"
"So scary, dressed like a gangster."
Feng Zhibei's panicked expression gradually disappeared, and he returned to his usual indifferent look.
He looked at the woman with a high ponytail, who raised her eyebrows at him and lip-synched a few words.
"Stop pretending."
Feng Zhibei lowered his head, his wispy bangs covering his eyes, and then he threw his schoolbag to the ground with a plop.
"Instead of asking me why I'm holding the bag, why are you starting an internal conflict at this time when you know there's a mission coming up?"
When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with resentment and fear.
"I'm also a newbie, why should I be targeted by you veterans!"
Feng Zhibei suddenly squatted down, opened the zipper of his schoolbag with force, and threw out two heavy books.
The book was soaked in blood, exuding an ominous aura.
"If that ghost thing called Mom hadn't asked me to take the schoolbag and books, I wouldn't have picked them up! There's so much blood on this bag, anyone would be scared..."
With tears in his eyes and the teardrop mole under his eye, he looked pitiful and very aggrieved. "You can't discriminate against me just because of my appearance. I have never committed any crime. Who knows why I was dragged into this kind of game..."
The tone of public opinion suddenly changed, and several new anchors looked at the woman with ponytail and started talking about her.
The ponytailed woman suddenly showed a headache expression and waved her hands: "Alright, alright, I wronged you. Now let's go to the next mission point."
The narrow-eyed man motioned for everyone to follow him and smoothed things over: "Xiao Tang wasn't targeting you. She was just a little too vigilant. Let me apologize to you on her behalf."
Feng Zhibei shook his head. He followed silently at the back of the team until everyone started to move, then stared at the anchors in front of him with an expressionless face.
After a rough count, there were twelve anchors in total including him, and many of them were injured.
He was the only one who was almost intact.
Indeed, he was so lucky that he didn't encounter any injuries along the way.
Feng Zhibei was a little uneasy, but he couldn't help but feel excited about the unknown things that would happen next.
"Hey, Red, I say..."
A woman's low voice suddenly appeared in my ears.
Feng Zhibei turned around suddenly, widened his eyes, and almost slapped him.
The woman with ponytail came to his side at some point and put her arm around his shoulders.
"I say, this isn't your first time in a dungeon, right? Stop pretending. I can see you're carrying a lot of resentment."
The ponytailed woman grinned and pointed to her eyes.
"You know, this dungeon is rated two stars, but most of the streamers who actually participate are one star. This is because the plot itself is very simple. You can survive as long as you follow the missions."
The woman tilted her head back and yawned.
Only then did Feng Zhibei realize that the woman with a ponytail was actually taller than him.
"But the aggressiveness of the face-girl and the stair monster at the beginning of this dungeon has increased significantly, and the difficulty has increased. This can only mean that there are too many high-star players among us."
She pursed her lips and patted Feng Zhibei's shoulder. "Boss, no matter what your purpose is in coming to the Novice Village, please give us a way out and don't cause any trouble, okay?"
Feng Zhibei said with a cold face, "If I really am a high-star player, aren't you afraid of my revenge?"
"Oh...that's okay. If you want to take revenge on me, you will die first."
The woman pointed at the squinty-eyed man leading the way. "He's no pushover."
Feng Zhibei was silent for a while, then suddenly patted the other person's shoulder and showed a sincere smile.
"Since we're on the same team, let's be friends. My name is Yan Bei, what's yours?"
The woman showed an expression of "as expected":
"My name is Tang Shui, from the Future Guild. Does your name sound familiar?"
Future Guild?
Feng Bei silently memorized the name and casually replied, "There are many people with the same name. It's quite common."
Tang Shui exchanged a few words with him and then walked up to the squinty-eyed man and said a few words to him.
The squinting man turned back and smiled at Feng Zhibei.
Feng Zhibei also smiled back at him, and then thought about what Tang Shui had just said.
The dungeon rating displayed here was clearly one star, but Tang Shui said it was a two-star dungeon...
On the barrage, the audience is discussing:
[I have to say that the anchor is really good at acting. I even suspect that he is a high-star boss.]
[Le, who would choose the commentator category? Isn’t this suicide?]
[That’s right too, hahahahahaha]
[The future poaching method is really the same as it was ten years ago, pure corporate culture]
[It's a pity that we dug up a dead person, so we can't complete the performance this time.]
Feng Zhibei was holding a flip phone and flipping through the contents while walking.
After all, a cell phone is a very personal item and there should be a lot of information in it, but he has never had the time to explore it.
The game character seems to be in financial difficulty, and the text messages are full of various part-time job content. Generally, others send him part-time job tasks and times, and he replies.
But the last reply was five days ago, and he hasn't replied to any messages since then.
Next to the inbox on the phone was an album. Feng Zhibei opened it and found only one photo.
It was a wrinkled map with a school floor plan faintly written on it.
There are many traces of sketching on the picture.
The dormitory building, teaching building A and the library were circled in red pen, while a five-pointed star was drawn on the artificial lake in the center of the school.
Before Feng Zhibei could think about the meaning of these marks, a voice came from the front.
"We'll be at the secretary's office soon. Don't worry, everyone. Our guild has explored this dungeon many times. As long as we follow the plot, there won't be any accidents."
The narrow-eyed man turned around and said, "From now on, just go in one by one and ask the secretary to handle the departure procedures. You can decide the time, but I personally suggest leaving school as soon as possible."
Feng Zhibei looked up and saw a dilapidated teaching building in front of him. On the building, red metal blocks with peeling paint were pieced together to form the word "Building A".
The door of the teaching building was open, and it was dark inside, so I couldn't see what was going on inside.
Feng Zhibei inexplicably felt a cold wind blowing, making him feel cold all over, and he subconsciously rubbed his hands.
Tang Shui turned around and glanced at the anchor behind him, then said, "Do any of you want to go in first? If not, Chen Jieying goes in first, and I'll go in last. This way it's safer."
She patted the squinty-eyed man's shoulder and said, "We all belong to the Future Guild. We're hiring right now. If you're interested, please contact me."
"Although the Future Guild won't be one of the three major organizations, it will be more than enough to ensure everyone's survival."
After entering the horror game for the first time and experiencing all kinds of bloody events, the new anchors in front were obviously excited when they heard that there was a way to ensure their own survival.
Feng Zhibei huddled at the back of the team, thinking about the previous details while trying to explain to the barrage.
He was very troubled because all his knowledge of commentary during his lifetime was limited to his assistant's public movie commentary.
At this time, he would usually yell at her to close it quickly.
I regret it so much. I should have asked her to put more in.
Feng Zhibei tried hard to put the sentence together:
"We are about to enter the next mission point. The first one to enter is the squinty-eyed man named Chen Jieying. For ease of remembrance, we will call him Brother Jie. Okay, he's about to enter! Okay, he's entering—"
"Uh...can you please stop looking at me like I'm retarded? I'm trying my best to explain the current situation!"
[My little bitch, this is not how commentary works]
[Listen to mom, let’s stop talking and just wait for death]
Ever since he called the audience his bread and butter, everyone has been unanimously calling him all kinds of "cuckold".
Even though most of their speeches were filled with malice and they hoped their children would die soon.
Feng Zhibei showed a distressed expression and looked at Chen Jieying's back: "When can I join a guild? My guild function has not been unlocked yet."
Someone in the barrage responded to his words.
[Dear, you won’t live long enough to unlock the guild]
[You have to clear at least one dungeon to unlock the guild, so forget about it.]
[Laughing to death, the anchor is cursed no matter what]
[It’s not a curse, it’s just a fact]
Feng Zhibei responded to the comments with a smile while thinking secretly in his heart.
No matter what he did, the audience all agreed that this copy of him would die, and there seemed to be no way to change it.
...So what? He had already died once, and survival was not his goal in this game.
He shrugged and looked up at the sky.
The weather became even colder. Several crows gathered on the surrounding branches, their red eyes staring at the anchors curiously, emitting an ominous aura.
"I'm freezing... Who's going in next?"
Chen Jieying walked out of the teaching building with a cold look on his face.
In his hand he held a crumpled piece of red paper.
Tang Shui looked at him in surprise, "So fast this time?"
"It's a good thing," he smiled with his usual narrowed eyes.
"The sooner we get out of school, the better. After you go in, the fourth room on the right is the office. Don't look at the NPC's eyes; just tell him to handle the departure procedures yourself."
"Then the next one..."
"Let me do it."
Chen Jieying looked in the direction of the sound, and the dazzling red hair made his already squinted eyes narrow even tighter.
What a dazzling red hair.
[The squinting eyes are probably dazzled by the red hair, so funny]
[So I closed my eyes tighter]
Chen Jieying gestured to Feng Zhibei to move forward. When the other party passed by him, he lowered his head, as if looking at the schoolbag in Feng Zhibei's hand.
"Do you need me to hold your bag for you?"
Feng Zhibei was just about to raise his hand to tie his messy hair back up. Biting his hair tie, he replied vaguely, "Thank you, but no thanks, I can carry it myself."
The closer you get to the teaching building, the more obvious the cold feeling becomes, which is enough to show the danger hidden here.
"My dear audience friends, will you freeze to death after entering?"
Feng Zhibei shrugged and put his schoolbag behind him.
The contents of the bag shook twice and pressed tightly against his back.
[No, freezing to death is too difficult to operate]
[Is this teaching building really that cold? I remember the previous streamers didn't seem to react this way...]
[It seems cold, but not this cold, right? Or is this person too weak?]
He walked straight into the teaching building, and the cold air that hit him made him shiver.
"That's great, my friends. The host is experiencing the temperature of the morgue in advance."
Feng Zhibei wrapped his coat tightly around him and spoke to the comments.
The light here is too dim, and the floor is made of old cement. Every step you take will cause the footsteps to echo in the empty corridor.
Like all teaching buildings, there is a window above each door. Under the gray window is a small rusty metal plate that tells the purpose of each classroom.
one two three……
...?
Feng Zhibei blinked his eyes. He seemed to have just seen a face stuck to the window of the third door.
He slowly backed away and looked closely at the window. It was empty, nothing there, and the face he had just seen seemed like an illusion.
"Never mind it... the secretary's office is just up ahead, right? Hmm?"
Feng Zhibei approached the fourth door with some doubts. The inconspicuous metal plate read Classroom A-102.
But he clearly remembered that the first classroom he passed was A-102.
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1.30 Modification: Make the protagonist less mentally retarded
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