Chapter 44 Grave Numbers Above All 6 Sixth Middle School
Of these thirteen suicide notes, eight were from ordinary students, the other two were from music students, and the other three were from art students.
The reasons for the suicides of the eight ordinary students were different, including both boys and girls, but it was clear that they all mentioned being "too tired and wanting to rest," and also felt that they had not accomplished something.
For example, in his earliest suicide note, he wrote that he was completely unable to memorize two hundred words every day. If he forgot one or two of them the next day, he would panic, feeling that he had been lazy and that such a stupid person had no reason to live.
There were also reasons like oversleeping or being unable to participate in morning exercises, but in Wu Wangwang's view, these things were unimportant. Why would people die for something unimportant?
Is it because we can't break school rules?
If breaking school rules means death, isn't that just another rule-based ghost story survival game?
Wu Wangwang wrote down the reasons given in these suicide notes, and then went to find the psychological files written by various teachers. After looking through them, she found that the number was inexplicably very small, even though such a large office and a psychological counseling archive room next door had been provided.
The counselor would write evaluations for the students who came for counseling. The students usually asked some very strange questions, and the counselor's evaluations made Wu Wangwang feel uncomfortable.
For example, a girl said that she is a ballet dancer and her toenails have not grown properly for a long time. Every time she stands up, it hurts like stepping on a razor blade. She wants to ask if it would be a terrible sin for her to take a break.
The teacher replied: I know you've had a tough time. Actually, everyone in the world has a tough time. I was very unlucky before and got injured, but I encouraged myself and persevered. So now I've become a better version of myself. You should also tell yourself that you can do it, keep going, and you will have a better future.
To be honest, disregarding the possibility of sarcasm, Wu Wangwang would feel that the teacher was giving an irrelevant answer.
Or perhaps the teacher is implying to the students that resting is a heinous crime, that they themselves only achieve success by not resting, and how could you think of something as wicked as resting? Don't you care about your future?
Wu Wangwang looked through all the records written by the teachers, and they all said the same thing, without any attempt to hide it. The teachers said this to almost every student who came for counseling. At first, the students tried to refute it, but after talking for almost a class period, they felt that they had to go back to class and would agree with what the counselor said.
Even a layman like Wu Wangwang could tell that the student's final agreement was forced, but the teacher was gratified that her treatment was effective and felt that the student had been cured and could continue to devote himself to his studies.
This wasn't just a teacher's problem. After reviewing all the psychological counseling records on the office desk, Wu Wangwang discovered that everyone had chosen the same approach, as if the teachers were also following some kind of rule.
After leaving the office, Wu Wangwang went to Ling Yuanshan's side and asked him if he had finished reading it.
Ling Yuanshan put down a folder and said, "I've finished reading it, but there are some questions I can't figure out."
"I don't understand either." Wu Wangwang pulled out the chair next to him and told him everything she had just seen. She had a feeling that something was wrong.
“So yours is similar, except you have thirteen more suicide notes. I thought it was just a problem with the boys.” Ling Yuanshan said, pushing the folder toward Wu Wangwang.
Wu Wangwang took it and glanced at it. It was indeed almost the same, except that the student who came for consultation was now male. She was even more puzzled: "Is this correct?"
Ling Yuanshan shook his head: "Of course not, but I just thought about it and I think the teachers may just be urging the students to follow the rules that belong to the students. Just like the referee said, in this school, grades are paramount, and you have to get a higher score than last time to avoid punishment."
They were just players who entered the game by chance, and they still had room for choice. The deadline was one month. At worst, they could get zero points in the first week and one point in the second week, which would be considered following the rules. They just needed to stick to it for four weeks.
What about the students?
They enter the school in their first year of high school. To exaggerate a bit, they will stay in the school for a total of 1,095 days. However, the full score for the college entrance examination is only 750 points. They can only increase by one point every day until they reach the full score. The school also has special rules for students who get full marks.
At this point, students are under a lot of pressure and seek help from counselors. For the sake of the students' grades, the counselors can only brainwash them to keep going, saying that as long as they can finish the college entrance examination smoothly, it doesn't matter to them what happens to the students.
Teachers are human too; they receive a fixed salary, while schools collect fees based on college entrance examination pass rates. This layers of exploitation ultimately leave the students to bear the burden.
That's how it is when grades are everything.
If all the NPCs in the school abide by this rule, it means that players have no loopholes to exploit, or if they try to exploit loopholes, they will face the wrath of the dead students. The right choice is to study diligently and take the college entrance examination.
The two men emerged from the office with grave expressions and hurried to another psychological archive room, which contained all the psychological counseling files accumulated over the years since the school's founding. Unable to review them all immediately, Ling Yuanshan selected records from the most recent seven years based on the dates in the suicide note.
The records contained the counseling content of the deceased students, which was still similar to that in the office. They broke down over some minor issues. The counselor, like Wu Wangwang, thought these issues were too minor to cause a breakdown, so she didn't pay any attention to them and continued to use the old methods to brainwash them.
Students who commit suicide have all visited the counseling center at least three times. After finding no other recourse, they ultimately choose to give up their lives.
However, each student who committed suicide wrote in their suicide note that they did not blame anyone but themselves for not being good enough, so the teachers were not punished.
Wu Wangwang felt even more uncomfortable. She asked, "Young Master, do you think the suicide note could be real?"
"You suspect that those suicide notes were forged by the school to avoid accountability from the students' parents?" Ling Yuanshan paused, then shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it. I've seen news reports before that many students who commit suicide write similar suicide notes. Besides, do you think parents who send their children here wouldn't know what the school is like? They might be even more anxious than the school."
They are eager for their children to do better in exams, but as parents and relatives, they blame the school when they push their children too far.
The school may have problems, but the parents who send their children to such a school are absolutely the culprits.
The night passed quickly. They had only finished reading the corresponding files of the students who wrote the suicide notes when they heard the school bell ring for the end of evening self-study. This meant that the players' free time was over, and they had to return to the dormitory before it closed and find their assigned beds.
Ling Yuanshan put the file back and said, "We'll have to stay separately tonight. Be careful. There might be other unusual things happening in the dorm. If we can't meet up by tomorrow morning, we can exchange information when we go to the cafeteria for lunch."
Wu Wangwang had no objection. They hurriedly climbed down from the second floor and walked quickly towards the dormitory building.
There are three dormitory buildings for boys and girls, separated by grade. Each dormitory building has a wall and gate, which can only be entered by the corresponding gender. Even the homeroom teacher of the opposite sex cannot enter to check; another teacher must take over.
The players wouldn't return to their dorms so quickly. The unlucky students who got in came back soon and happened to run into Wu Wangwang, who was walking slowly.
The woman called out, "Ge Nan! Is that you, Ge Nan?"
Wu Wangwang turned around to make sure there were five people before answering, "It's me. You're back from evening self-study?"
After confirming that the other was a person, they met downstairs in the dormitory building, where the girls chattered about their evening study session.
Evening self-study was more formal than they had imagined. The people who came were not from the same class, and they were the only ones in the huge classroom. But during the break, they discovered something.
"Some classes can watch inspirational movies, but others can only study," the girls said.
"What are inspirational movies like?" Wu Wangwang asked curiously. She didn't know much about movie genres and felt like she had never heard of them before.
The woman explained, "It's about a group of students who didn't do well academically, but under the guidance of their homeroom teacher and other teachers, they studied hard and achieved excellent results in the college entrance examination, getting into their desired universities. I think that a class that can show this kind of movie must be an elite class, right?"
The woman next to her retorted, "I don't think so. The top classes already have excellent grades and don't need any encouragement. It's the lower-achieving classes that need this kind of encouragement."
Opinions differed, with some believing the exam should be given to students with average grades, hoping they could make a final push and perhaps achieve better scores.
Since she hadn't seen it, Wu Wangwang couldn't participate in the discussion. She reiterated that we shouldn't jump to conclusions. Everyone should go home and get some sleep tonight, and continue to observe tomorrow. If there's any information related to your firsthand news, be sure to write it down and don't ignore it.
The dormitory building was quiet that night. The girls were not in the same dormitory, and there were no other students in the dormitory. The dormitory was empty, and the girls could not sleep well.
Wu Wangwang felt it was alright, except that the bed was a bit small, and it was indeed quite crowded for ten people in one dormitory.
Nothing happened during the night, which means that as long as you stay in the school dormitory at night, you are absolutely safe.
Following the student rules, Wu Wangwang got up, washed, changed clothes, and went to school. She found a normal school uniform in Ge Nan's wardrobe, and there were two sets available for washing. She simply washed the torn set and hung it on the balcony to dry.
When she went out, she didn't know what to bring, so she simply stuffed her sports equipment and textbooks into Ge Nan's schoolbag.
The girls, who couldn't sleep well and woke up early, waited for Wu Wangwang downstairs. They walked together towards the teaching building. The campus was still quiet today. They wondered what would happen. If it was this quiet every day, they felt they could manage to last a month.
But as soon as they arrived at the teaching building, they saw students lying face down in the classrooms.
Yesterday there wasn't a single NPC on campus, but today it's packed with people sleeping on their desks, showing no signs of waking up.
Wu Wangwang covered the mouth of the girl who wanted to scream and said, "It might not be time to activate the NPC yet. Let's quickly find our class, sit down, and take our seats. There will be roll call in the morning, so don't miss it."
The game has only just officially begun; the previous day was essentially a tutorial for beginners.
Everyone rushed to the sixth floor, encountering other players and boys along the way, but there was no time to talk to them as they quickly found their places among the group of students.
Wu Wangwang ran to Class 9 of Senior Three on the sixth floor. She found her name and seat on the list on the podium and hurried over, only to find a dead fish stuffed in her drawer. The fish was still spitting blood bubbles, and it had been gutted. Its intestines were spilling out all over the drawer, and blood was spreading out, making it extremely smelly.
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Author's Note: [End of Chapter]
Wu Wangwang: I don't eat fish [eye roll]
Ling Yuanshan: It's okay, I'll buy you some delicious fish later [rice emoji]
Wu Wangwang: Eat whatever tastes good [milk tea]
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