Chapter 34: Club Recruitment (XI)
Just at the corner where the stairs come down, a person was lying face down on the ground, motionless.
Mu Yu's voice sounded behind Bird Brother: "Are they back?"
When Bird Brother came to his senses, Mu Yu had already run past him and seemed to have regained consciousness.
Brother Bird quickly followed.
Mu Yu ran there and found that there was no one else around, and his heart sank.
He helped the man on the ground up, and Jiang Shuyue's blood-stained face was revealed.
Bird brother arrived shortly afterwards and was shocked: "So much blood..."
The dark red blood spread all over Jiang Shuyue's snow-white T-shirt, as if it had sprayed out from his mouth.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was half awake.
Mu Yu shook him hard: "Jiang Shuyue, wake up!"
After shaking it four or five times, Jiang Shuyue's eyelids moved, indicating that he was still alive and could hear voices, but he just didn't have the strength to reply.
"Where is Wang Haiyang?" Mu Yu asked him intently, "If Wang Haiyang is dead, blink twice."
Jiang Shuyue blinked twice with difficulty.
Bird brother let out a shuddering breath.
Just at this moment, the doors of classrooms 204 and 203 were opened at the same time. They were probably all paying attention to the movements of the two people from the Literature Club. Seeing the situation of Mu Yu and the others, Ye Sui and Lu Chongnian immediately ran out.
Mu Yu raised his head and said to them solemnly: "Wang Haiyang is dead, Jiang Shuyue must now change the club application."
Fu Xiaoju was hiding in classroom 204, sticking his head out to watch. Hearing this, he opened his mouth and said, "But, but he's like this now, it's obvious that he can't move a step..."
Ye Sui frowned: "Then we can only choose one of us to change the application and become the president of the literature club."
As long as someone becomes the president of the literature club, the club can continue to exist and Jiang Shuyue can return to classroom 205.
However, who among them has the spare time to change this application form now?
Lu Zhongnian said: "I'll do it."
After saying this, he turned and went down the stairs.
Mu Yu was stunned, and the words were stuck in his throat. He had no time to ask, so he turned around and asked Fu Xiaoju: "Is there no death mechanism in your classroom? Why are you hiding from us like this?"
Fu Xiaoju rubbed his head and said, "I was afraid that I would scare you guys if I came out."
Mu Yu said coldly: "It's okay, come out."
Fu Xiaoju moved towards the door, revealing his whole body. Bird Brother took a closer look and gasped again.
——Fu Xiaoju actually had a wooden board stuck in his chest! Even with the board stuck in his chest, he could still talk to them calmly!
Mu Yu's face tightened: "What's going on?"
A few minutes ago.
After Lu Chongnian and Fu Xiaoju finished discussing the issue of the knocking sound coming from the ceiling, they could only put it aside for the time being.
Anyway, that thing, whether it was a human or a monster, couldn't push open the small door and break into their classroom. The most important thing for them right now was to complete the wooden plane and be ready to go to the third floor for the club assessment at any time.
According to the size calculated by Lu Zhongnian, they cut a piece of wood and everything was ready. Li Ke got up and said, "Why don't I do it? I feel like I can still hold on a little longer..."
Fu Xiaoju: "Goodbye, I feel like if you bleed even a little more you'll die..."
After saying that, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned around and said solemnly to Lu Zhongnian: "Brother Lu, let me do it this time."
"We have prepared the board now. Even if you bleed later, it shouldn't be too much. But with a board stuck in your body, it might be a bit difficult to move."
"But this instance still has more than an hour to go, and most of us haven't been to the third floor yet. There will definitely be more things to do later, and we will need you. Brother Lu, you need freedom of movement more than I do."
Lu Zhongnian was silent for a moment, then asked him calmly, "Are you sure you can hold on?"
Fu Xiaoju's back was still covered in blood.
Fu Xiaoju was stunned, and immediately straightened his chest: "Yes! Of course! In fact, my back doesn't hurt much now, this copy is still quite magical! Brother Lu, don't worry, I will definitely hold on to the end!"
After hearing this, Lu Chongnian's pair of black eyes, which were naturally cold, still looked him up and down, as if to confirm whether what he said was true or false.
Fu Xiaoju touched the back of his head and laughed foolishly twice.
He discovered that his brother Lu still cared about him.
Ever since the incident in the second year of high school, Fu Xiaoju unilaterally broke off his friendship with Lu Chongnian, and the two haven't spoken much since then.
In fact, Fu Xiaoju also knew that he had always regarded Lu Chongnian as his elder brother, but Lu Chongnian might not recognize them as his younger brothers.
Lu Chongnian had no interest in this kind of big brother and little brother tricks at all. They spontaneously surrounded him, pushed him to the center, and then, as if they had a second-year syndrome, placed him on a god-like throne above the clouds.
But Fu Xiaoju only figured this out after he calmed down. Before that, he was completely blinded by his passion and thought that Lu Chongnian was very compatible with them.
Therefore, when Lu Chongnian stepped down from the throne, he not only could not accept it, but he could not accept that the person Lu Chongnian was walking towards was Mu Yu, the person he despised the most.
Regarding that incident, Fu Xiaoju actually reflected on himself afterwards - he was indeed mentally ill at that time.
He was in a bad mood during that period and accidentally saw Mu Yu showing off his newly bought peripherals with Ye Sui and Hong Yang. He mocked him without thinking and his words were particularly harsh.
By the time he reacted, the whole classroom was quiet and everyone was looking at him.
At that time, Lu Zhongnian happened to be behind Mu Yu and the others. The boy leaned forward and put his hands on the table. Then he picked up a bunch of small pendants and asked nonchalantly, "Is this new? It's a picture I haven't seen before."
The whole class was stunned.
Fu Xiaoju was stunned, and so was Mu Yu. He said, "It's a newly painted handle! ... Are you looking at this too?"
"Yeah," Lu Zhongnian curved his lips and looked down at Mu Yu, "I've seen it, it's pretty good."
…
Fu Xiaoju felt at the time that he was slapped in the face in public by the person he admired, but thinking back, from Lu Chongnian's perspective, Lu Chongnian firstly, had never acknowledged him, Fu Xiaoju, as his younger brother; secondly, he probably admired Mu Yu very much; thirdly, he hated idiots, so his move to defend Mu Yu was completely understandable.
But understanding is one thing, and acceptance is another. Fu Xiaoju has been spoiled by his family since he was a child, and he couldn't bring himself to admit that he had done something stupid. He even asked Lu Chongnian unwillingly why he did that.
Then Lu Zhongnian said to him calmly:
"If you want to be that kind of person, then do it, instead of doing nothing and hating the other person as if he were your own kind. You haven't even become 'the same kind of person' as him."
Fu Xiaoju knew very well what kind of person “that kind of person” referred to.
Lu Chongnian's words almost ruthlessly tore open the side of him that had been hidden deep in his heart.
He exposed his envy of Mu Yu, his desire to be someone like Mu Yu, his desire but lack of courage to change himself, and his childishness and inferiority.
Fu Xiaoju fled in a panic, and then he unilaterally announced that he would break off his friendship with Lu Chongnian. It was just a pathetic attempt to hold on to his cheap self-esteem.
…
That happened when I was in my second year of high school.
In the past year or so, Fu Xiaoju has thought about whether he should apologize to Mu Yu, but every time he sees Mu Yu, his mouth wants to provoke him as if it is a conditioned reflex.
Then every time after a provocation, he would curse in his heart, asking himself if he was sick.
Until today when he was beaten up by the copy, all his bad habits seemed to have suddenly been cured.
What's the point of an apology? What's the point of losing face?
Is there anything more terrifying than losing your life?
When his life was in danger just now, his first reaction was to go find Mu Yu. When he saw Mu Yu, it was like seeing his own mother, and he almost cried.
Then he asked himself in his heart: Fu Xiaoju, Fu Xiaoju, you also know that Mu Yu is more reliable and smarter than you!
He even wondered, was Mu Yu treating him like a childish kid when she didn't bother with him at the beginning?
Mu Yu might feel that arguing with him would make her seem immature?
When Fu Xiaoju figured it out, he felt that he was born to be abused and had to be beaten to wake up and realize that "mom is the best in the world."
Not to mention Lu Chongnian. Fu Xiaoju even felt that Lu Chongnian was kind enough to tell him what he said, but he was just as stupid as a pig and couldn't understand it.
At this moment, he moved his lips and said awkwardly: "Brother Lu, I was too naive in the past, I'm sorry..."
Lu Zhongnian paused and said calmly, "You have nothing to apologize to me for."
Fu Xiaoju responded with a hesitant “hmm”.
Then he was silent for a while and said, "I just felt that I had to tell you... I will apologize to Mu Yu when I get a chance!"
Lu Zhongnian glanced at him and said, "Then just live well until this instance is over."
*
"...Anyway, later on, this wooden board was inserted, and I was fine, except that it was a little uncomfortable to move." Fu Xiaoju said awkwardly, cleared his throat, and straightened his chest to let Mu Yu and the others see the board on his body clearly.
The board had been cut very short, only one centimeter higher than Fu Xiaoju's skin on his back.
"Brother Lu is fine, it should be fine for him to change clubs."
After Fu Xiaoju finished speaking, he went to see Mu Yu’s reaction.
It was obvious that Mu Yu didn't care much about what happened back then, so when he heard his apology now, he didn't have any special reaction. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he started thinking to himself.
Fu Xiaoju couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed or resentful, but his embarrassment was greatly relieved.
Mu Yu said: "...The death mechanism in your classroom is that the first person who encounters it is the most dangerous. If you don't handle it properly, you may die."
If Lu Chongnian didn't react quickly enough, Li Ke would definitely die.
So on the surface, the three people in classroom 204 are still alive and well, and Fu Xiaoju can even talk to them with a board on his back, but all this is based on the player's ability to quickly crack the mechanism.
Without this foundation, classroom 204 will become a very dangerous checkpoint.
Mu Yu remembered that Lu Chongnian had mentioned a guess to him.
Are the level of danger in the classroom and the level of danger during the assessment inversely proportional to each other?
If this is the case, then would the assessment in classroom 204 be easier to pass than that in the literature club?
Mu Yu looked at the dying Jiang Shuyue with a frown.
Just then, Lu Chongnian ran upstairs after changing his club application.
He held a new key in his hand and looked safe and sound. He carried Jiang Shuyue from the ground and walked into classroom 205.
As soon as he entered the classroom, Jiang Shuyue relaxed visibly. His face, which had turned pale, regained some color, and the rise and fall of his chest was more obvious than before.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
They gathered at the door of the classroom and watched Jiang Shuyue lie on the ground for a while before he slowly stood up from the ground with difficulty and leaned his back against the wall.
He took a breath and threw out a piece of news: "...The props in the vending machine are useless... Well, at least they are useless in the club association office."
"…My senior and I originally exchanged a stick for self-defense, but when the test started and we just recited the first line of the poem, we entered a fantasy world and all our belongings disappeared."
Everyone: "Illusion?!"
"Yes," Jiang Shuyue covered his abdomen, his face still showing lingering fear, "The poem my senior and I prepared was "Mercy for the Peasants". The illusion we entered was a farmland with many farmers hoeing the fields."
"…The sun was very strong and the temperature was very high. After my senior and I entered, we felt like we were in a dream. We didn't realize we were in a fantasy world. We also forgot that we were in a dungeon and were being tested by monsters… We didn't even talk to each other. It was as if we had completely forgotten about each other. I felt so hungry that I almost died."
Jiang Shuyue swallowed his saliva: "Then a bowl of rice appeared in front of each of us..."
A super big bowl of super fragrant white rice.
They started eating.
Eat like crazy.
He scooped the rice into his mouth in big mouthfuls.
Jiang Shuyue usually doesn't like to eat rice. This habit has a certain impact on him in the illusion, so he doesn't eat that fast.
But Wang Haiyang is different.
Jiang Shuyue had regained consciousness at this time and vaguely remembered that Wang Haiyang was eating in an almost terrifying manner.
Sweat continued to secrete and drip under the scorching sun, the water in the body became less and less, but the stomach became more and more hungry.
The rice in the bowl seemed to never run out, there was always so much, as if there would be an endless supply of rice as long as they were willing to eat it.
Jiang Shuyue ate so much that he felt like vomiting and felt dizzy. He wanted to escape but was confused and didn't know where to go or why he wanted to escape.
He clearly had plenty of food in his hands, where could there be a happier place than this?
What finally woke him up from his hallucination was a strange voice beside him.
At this moment, at the door of classroom 205, Mu Yu and the others gathered and listened to him with serious expressions.
Jiang Shuyue's face turned pale as he recalled that scene.
Under the sun, beside the farmland.
He heard a "pop" sound and turned his head blankly to look beside him.
Wang Haiyang was wearing the same coarse cloth short shirt as him, holding a bowl of rice. His exposed belly was like a torn garbage bag, limp and open. Blood and rice poured out of his stomach, falling to the ground in large clumps.
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