Chapter 100 Time
The first person to notice something was wrong was Zhang Lian.
Li Ziyue leaned weakly on him, his whole body as cold as an ice cone. Zhang Lian picked him up by the waist without hesitation, and when he stood firmly, he felt something else in his heart.
With blood all over his body, he should have felt heavier than usual, but at this moment, Li Ziyue seemed lighter.
Once a person has doubts, everything that happens afterwards will tend to lean towards the doubts.
Zhang Lian remembered that Li Ziyue had a half-centimeter-long hidden wound on the side of his waist, but when his fingertips reached that place, he saw only a smooth, white skin.
Zhang Lian lowered his brows and put his lips close to the ear of the person in his arms.
His ears turn red when touched, and his ears will tremble unconsciously when you kiss their tips.
But this is indeed Li Ziyue.
All the questions piled up together, and only one answer could explain everything.
The real Li Ziyue never came back. The person in front of me is a fake version of Li Ziyue.
Zhang Lian had no idea what the man in front of him was thinking, nor was he sure how different he was from Li Ziyue.
The high-level pseudo-human is so similar to the real person that there is only one difference - evil thoughts.
All the negative thoughts suppressed in the original body's heart will be revealed one by one by the advanced pseudo-person, and the advanced pseudo-person usually cannot control the instantaneous loss of control of emotions.
However, Li Ziyue is the most special.
Six years have really tempered one's heart, and Li Ziyue is now more patient.
No matter how seriously Li Zi was injured, others could not see it. He would just let himself die quietly in the corner and would not show his wounds to others.
Zhang Lian's mood was more complicated than ever before.
Late at night, Sun Yuancheng and Zhang Xingzhi both left. Zhang Lian sat in front of the bed. There was no light in the room, so he just quietly looked at the person on the bed.
His name is Li Ziyue.
He is not Li Ziyue.
Zhang Lian thought he could ask the person in front of him why he was here and what Li Ziyue's current situation was without any emotion. However, even though he saw through the other party's disguise, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
He didn't even use any force.
He is 20-year-old Li Ziyue.
Zhang Lian's fingertips paused in mid-air in a daze.
Li Ziyue didn't want to avoid risks before. As long as he could get through the dungeon quickly, as long as he could find the props most conveniently, and as long as he was not dead, it didn't matter how serious his injuries were.
Therefore, he bears more or less traces of past pain.
And the Li Ziyue in front of him...
Zhang Xingzhi had never seen Zhang Lian so indecisive. He just smiled and said, "Alright, try not to get involved in this matter. I'm afraid you won't be able to resist and will betray me later."
Zhang Lian hummed "hmm" in a depressed tone, looking annoyed.
Zhang Xingzhi had long anticipated that Li Ziyue would come to this copy, and the trap had already been set, waiting for him to fall into it.
The real Li Ziyue was still trapped in the clock. They were anxious outside but it was useless. They could just use the 20-year-old Li Zi to overcome the difficulty of the confrontation with Class C.
[Li Ziyue]'s purpose of appearing here is very simple. He pretended to be seriously injured and slept for a night to delay the time for Class C to get the clock, and then proposed to advance the time of the duel.
At first he wanted to use illness as an excuse to not go on stage, but Zhang Xingzhi stopped him with words. He wanted to continue playing the current Li Ziyue, so he could only suppress his dissatisfaction and serve as a stand-in.
[Li Ziyue] thought that he was harmed by Zhang Xingzhi in the "Snowstorm Villa" copy only because Zhang Xingzhi knew that he was not the real Li Ziyue. Now that he filled in the gap of Li Ziyue, Zhang Xingzhi should not be able to recognize him, so he did not have too much suspicion.
When he received a message from Zhang Xingzhi during the preparation for the duel, he realized that he had fallen into a trap again.
[Li Ziyue] As a copy NPC, he has special pardon rights. That is, if Class D loses in the end, the one who suffers is Li Ziyue who is trapped in the copy, not himself. However, Zhang Xingzhi did something behind the scenes, which temporarily and completely bound him to Li Ziyue's player identity.
If Class D is eliminated, he will also be sanctioned.
"Think about it," Zhang Xingzhi seemed to be laughing on the other end of the phone, "I can't outwit your 'brother', but I can outwit you."
[Li Ziyue] had no choice but to suppress his anger and continue to perform the play.
[Li Ziyue] Although I haven't touched a book for a long time, a high-level pseudo-human is always different from a human. The little memory about the textbook only needs [Li Ziyue] to retrieve it and it will come back smoothly like flowing water.
It is really easy to ask Li Ziyue, who is in his prime period of learning, to write a few sets of papers.
Science Class C was downgraded to Class D, and the remaining points of all students in the class were given to Class D as a reward. Class D does not need to worry about tuition fees for the time being.
When the system reminded the class to upgrade, Zhang Lian shook his head: "Other subjects are unlocked, but the class level will not be upgraded."
Class D is the class most severely oppressed by scores. If Zhang Lian does not get promoted now, sooner or later the rest of the class will be dragged down by various score charges.
No one else could figure out why this request was made.
This wasn't the only thing that shocked everyone.
Two days later, Class A's duel rights were unlocked, and they immediately started a duel with Class B.
Logically speaking, this matchup should be extremely exciting. Although Class A is strong, Class B is the top group among the current players. How weak can they be?
It is normal for both sides to plan, break the deadlock and then form a circle, which is closely linked to each other, and fight a tug-of-war between two evenly matched people.
Unexpectedly, no one expected that Zhang Xingzhi was targeted and could not move an inch. He took a step first, and the opponent knew his next three steps, and all his thoughts were guessed.
The enemy is in the dark, he is in the light. It is easy to dodge an open spear, but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. He is led into a trap without knowing it.
The situation of the rest of Class B was not much better than Zhang Xingzhi. Class A had already figured out their class thoroughly and could tell where the people were hiding just by looking around.
Everyone thought of many possible outcomes, and even speculated whether Class B would directly replace Class A on this trip, but they never expected that it would end up in a "lightning failure."
Zhang Xingzhi didn't understand why Li Ziyue didn't want to talk about "Advanced Pseudo-Human Copy" at first, but now he figured out the reason.
The strategic showdown between people is nothing more than a competition of "prediction". Whoever guesses the outcome last wins.
What's the point of assuming that the other party can see all your moves?
The sky was getting darker and darker, and the low-level players were all wailing.
Although everyone said that Class B would lose, who could have imagined that they would lose so quickly and so ingloriously?
Aren't these anchors any better than the audience who are just "talking on paper" in front of the screen?
If Class B can't beat Class A, then who can?
With so many worries and problems piling up together, Zhang Xingzhi frowned and said only one sentence.
"wait."
Whether you can turn the tide in the end depends on that person.
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In the evening, the sun has cooled down and the sky is getting darker. I heard that it will rain at night. The air is filled with the fragrance of grass leaves coming from the camphor tree by the window.
Li Ziyue was awakened by the bell for the end of the last class. He stood up with a bang, and before he regained consciousness, he habitually drank half a glass of cold water.
After the coolness stimulated his throat and stomach, he barely got rid of his dazed state. He frowned and muttered to himself: "Time..."
"Li Ziyue, what are you doing?" The teacher said, still holding the textbook in his hand. "Although the bell has rung, I haven't left yet. Why are you so anxious?"
Li Ziyue looked at his teacher and was suddenly confused.
The teacher looked at him suspiciously and said reluctantly, "get out of class dismissed."
"The head teacher always likes to keep the class going late. I can't stand it anymore. I have to go to the Internet cafe to grab a seat," the student at the front desk was busy packing his schoolbag. "Luckily, Brother Li, you stood up to remind him, otherwise the old man might have talked for another half an hour."
"Ah?" Li Ziyue was confused, "Oh..."
What did he say? Time? What time?
Is he having a nightmare?
Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard someone calling him from the back door.
“Yueyue!”
Li Ziyue responded, subconsciously picked up the paper from the table and was about to walk out, but then stopped.
What is he doing with the test paper?
It was early winter and the weather was cool, perfect for a good sleep.
He was really asleep.
"Your class teacher is delaying the class again." The girl who called him earlier yawned lazily, "Let's quickly clear a dungeon, and then go to Senior Bai's place for a free meal."
Li Ziyue followed behind with a confused look on his face. He felt that everything in front of him was both familiar and strange. However, no matter how he thought about it, he could not find any reason to be so abnormal.
As soon as I got to the basement, before I saw anyone, I heard Bai Yu making a fuss: "What! Let me cook again?! Every time I cook and wash the dishes, no, this time I must let Huo Qianyun help!"
"Come on," someone laughed at him, "you always say that, but in the end you still do all the hard work without complaint."
"You wash the dishes later," Bai Yu began to assign tasks, "and you cut the vegetables."
He just turned his gaze to look at Huo Qianyun: "You..."
"What about me?" Huo Qianyun raised an eyebrow.
"You and Yuezi sit down and wait for dinner." Bai Yu gave a standard smile.
Li Ziyue felt a little embarrassed and volunteered: "Let me clean it up."
"Let's spoil the senior," Huo Qianyun stood on the system interface to select a copy, "the senior loves to wash dishes."
The twin brothers Xu Jingshi and Xu Jingyi were covering their mouths and laughing secretly.
Li Ziyue originally thought that Bai Yu would be sulking, but when he saw that he did not resist and his ears even turned a little red, he immediately understood.
As soon as he entered the dungeon, Li Ziyue's nerves instantly tensed up. He moved his wrist slightly, but he didn't feel the familiar coolness, but only a little hard wood.
A pure white folding fan rested on his palm.
Li Ziyue seemed to see it for the first time. His brows moved slightly, and he didn't understand again.
The name of the copy is "Haunted Mountains". It is of medium to low difficulty and requires you to follow the villagers to complete the main quest.
Li Ziyue thought carefully about everything in front of him. Just as he had finished forming a general plan in his mind, he heard Huo Qianyun already making arrangements.
"Xiao Shi, Xiao Yi, you go find the side quest props, Bai Yu and I will follow the village chief to do the main quest," she paused for half a second, "Yue Yue, you take this mission."
Huo Qianyun sent a one-star difficulty follow-up mission to Li Ziyue.
"Take your time to complete this task. I'll come find you when the time is up," she said seriously. "There's a monster at the end of the dungeon that you need to clear."
Li Ziyue was inexplicably uncomfortable: "This mission...?"
He seemed like he hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time.
Huo Qianyun touched the soft hair on his head and said, "If you don't want to do it, just leave it to Bai Yu and find a safe place to rest."
"Why don't you just follow me," she thought, "I should teach you some tricks."
After saying that, she regretted it again: "This is only your third copy, am I a little too anxious?"
A normal person would have suffered a lot in the first copy, and Li Ziyue's treatment made countless novice players jealous. However, no one present refuted Huo Qianyun's words.
Li Ziyue came to the virtual world alone. He was the only child cherished by everyone and was not allowed to take part in any dangerous missions.
"It's still a long way to go before Yuezai can start his own business," Bai Yu waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let him choose for himself."
Even when following them to complete the main quest, Li Ziyue didn't have to spend too much energy. Huo Qianyun and Bai Yu were both very experienced, and the dungeon was simple, so completing the main quest was as easy as eating and drinking. All risks were avoided, and he still got all the points he deserved.
Li Ziyue acted as a tourist enjoying the scenery. The monster appeared for only half a second before he cut it in half with his fan.
Even so, everyone still praises him.
"Luckily, we have you," Xu Jingyi said with emotion, "It's good to have you in the team, otherwise it would be a fierce battle in the end."
Li Ziyue looked at the squid strips in his bowl that his senior sister had picked for him, and suddenly he thought of a question.
He seemed to have... forgotten something.
"Are you unhappy?" Huo Qianyun handed over a cup of hot soy milk. "Why have you been distracted today?"
Li Ziyue took a sip of soy milk and looked up at everything in front of him.
Bai Yu was still busy in the kitchen, and occasionally he could be heard complaining about the twins' poor workmanship. Huo Qianyun was standing at the table tearing apart the beverage packaging.
The TV in the living room was automatically playing a light comedy, and the audience was laughing.
There was rain and snow outside the window, but the room was warm enough. It was clearly winter, but the people inside were so hot that they only wore thin clothes.
Somehow, even though the current situation seemed so beautiful as a dream, Li Ziyue suddenly burst into tears for no apparent reason.
The smooth liquid was like a scorching spark, burning his hand which was suspended in mid-air until he lost all strength.
With a "clang", the cup fell to the ground, rolled to the corner of the table, and the soy milk spilled all over the floor.
He could not stop the unspeakable tears, nor the terrifying trembling.
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