Chapter 4: Awakening from a Dream
"Brother...are we over now?" Sun Yuancheng, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly came out and grabbed the tail of Li Ziyue's shirt.
Li Ziyue silently put away the scimitar: "It's over."
It is meaningless to worry about who that person is now. Once the copy is over, everyone is a stranger.
He turned and walked towards the hall, while walking towards the bottom of the electronic screen, he explained to Sun Yuancheng, "The primary pseudo-human copy is relatively easy to perform and only lasts for one night..."
Before he could finish his words, a sound suddenly rang out in the hall.
"jingle--"
Li Ziyue's expression suddenly changed. He was very familiar with what the "ding-ling" sound meant.
at the same time.
The cold, mechanical female voice echoed throughout the hall.
[The first day of the primary pseudo-human game has ended. The big screen has updated the survival status of players and pseudo-humans. Please pay attention to it.]
There were a few lines of words on the big screen that was flashing a dazzling red light.
[As of 6:00 Beijing time]
[Number of players alive: VII]
[Number of pseudo-human survivors: VI]
The female voice was still announcing, [The second day of the primary pseudo-human game will start at 12 o'clock tonight, please be ready.]
Li Ziyue stood at the bottom of the big screen, his face pale.
After a few years, he felt the coldness all over again.
Logically, no matter how the players and the pseudo-people switch, the total number of 12 cannot change. Why is the total of the Roman numerals displayed on the screen 13 at this moment?
One more player? One less pseudo-person?
Or are there other variables?
Why does the primary pseudo-human copy continue? This is unprecedented.
Which link went wrong and which details did he overlook?
All the questions piled up in Li Ziyue's mind. He took a deep breath and sorted out the questions one by one in the chaos, from the beginning to now, all the strange things in the entire copy that made him feel weird.
Was it from the very beginning...
“Pah!”
The sudden coldness on his arm brought him back to his senses from his thoughts. Li Ziyue got goose bumps unconsciously. He lowered his eyes and looked over. It was a puppy doll with a built-in sticky function. At this moment, the puppy had its limbs spread wide and was hanging firmly on him.
Li Ziyue frowned slightly, and just as he was about to look at the owner of the doll, he was forced offline by the system. In the end, he only saw a vague shadow, a white T-shirt and black trousers. It seemed to be the fourth person who had just been in the corner and killed Yang Hu with one blow...
…
Although he always hears other players complaining about the dungeon time being too long - 12 a.m. to 6 a.m. the next day, which is completely against the human sleep pattern, Li Ziyue still thinks this arrangement is very clever.
If the other person is a high school student who loves learning and has to go to the classroom for morning reading at 6:30 in the morning and does not finish evening self-study until 11:00 in the evening, he or she will surely agree with Li Ziyue's point of view.
Li Ziyue is 26 years old now. Many promising people who are in the third year of high school with him are already working hard to finish their dissertations and pursue their doctoral degrees. Li Ziyue, on the other hand, is in his twelfth year of high school and is still in the ignorant age where he memorized ten English words during morning self-study but would immediately forget eleven after a yawn.
Are plums dumber?
If he had been a little dumber, he would have died in the infinite copy world long ago.
Is he smart?
He is very smart, and one of the legendary great people who "as soon as he opens his eyes, the math teacher knows that he is wrong."
His academic achievements include but are not limited to "getting full marks on the big questions and fill-in-the-blank questions on the math test, and selecting all the multiple-choice questions but one wrong", "I slept for two hours in the two and a half hour comprehensive science test, and spent the remaining half an hour yawning and wiping tears to do the questions, and finally got 110 points", and "Why 110? Because the full score in physics is only 110".
Mathematics, physics and chemistry are his happy homes (there is no biology because there are too many words, which make him drowsy). As long as he opens his eyes to do the questions, he will never make mistakes.
However, although this man is very capable, he always takes exams in the last ranked examination halls. Those who sit around him and copy his papers are all very successful, but he himself is steadily declining.
Everything has a reason. There are two reasons for this tragic situation. First, his Chinese and English are extremely poor. His Chinese is okay, because he is Chinese after all, and Chinese people do not make things difficult for Chinese people. But his English is bullied by this foreign guy. He forgets the words after memorizing them, and the grammar is useless after learning it. After analyzing the question "yes or no", he resolutely chooses "or".
Logically speaking, even if he completely ignored Chinese and English, the total score of other subjects would be 450 points. It would be a miracle if he got zero points in Chinese and English. It is impossible. Even if he only got a total score of 50 or 500 points, it would not be a problem for him to study for a bachelor's degree. Why is he still studying hard here by burning the lamp and staying up late?
This is the second reason.
Frequently staying up late to play dungeons has completely disrupted his daily routine, and it is common for him to fall asleep in class.
But he not only slept in class, he also slept during the college entrance examination. When he woke up, people around him started discussing which university they had been admitted to. Then he remembered that he had slept through the last English exam and gloriously got a zero in the college entrance examination.
Having said that, although Li Ziyue is seriously unbalanced in his studies, he has a skill. Logically speaking, it should not be a problem for him to get admitted to Tsinghua University or Peking University through competitions in mathematics, physics and chemistry, but he is still in school.
This is hidden reason three.
The world that Li Ziyue lives in is not the real world. It is similar to "The Truman Show". There are certain boundaries. It is impossible to go far.
People in this world will lose consciousness after returning home, and fall into self-made fantasies. They think they went to college, worked, and traveled, but in fact, they were all illusions and what they had was nothing but a pipe dream.
Moreover, this world is on the verge of destruction every other day, and only by paying tribute to the points gained in the infinite flow copy can it be stabilized.
Li Ziyue, who was in his middle adolescence at the time, was unable to immediately accept that the world he had lived in for more than a decade was fictional.
Li Ziyue picked up the textbook and said politely: Hello, senior, you may not believe it, but we are talking about science..."
"Senior, this is really a bit outrageous. This is not some country's hot-blooded anime. There is no middle school student saving the world!"
Then he was dragged by his senior into the first infinite dungeon world.
After coming out, Li Ziyue quietly changed his seat in the classroom from the first row to the last row.
The students were puzzled.
The 18-year-old Li Ziyue was thinking about the back seat so he could sleep secretly, but on the surface he smiled faintly, his eyes showing 30% indifference, 70% mystery, and 240% pretense, "What do you know. The back seat is by the window, the hometown of the king. Without my rescue, you will all die."
Classmates: “?”
However, such an abnormal environment actually made Li Ziyue develop a strong love for learning. He stayed up late to complete dungeons and accumulate points to maintain world peace, and studied hard when he was awake during the day. Although the Chinese and English homework he handed in was full of red crosses, Li Ziyue was always conscientious and wrote every day.
I slept again until night.
The last student to leave left the light on for him. Li Ziyue slowly stood up from the desk and sat in a daze for a while to adapt himself to the dazzling white light of the classroom.
The surroundings were quiet, yet not quiet.
Although the evening self-study session ended at 11 o'clock in the evening, there were still many students who stayed in the classroom to do some homework before leaving. At around 12 o'clock, the security guards patrolling the campus would come to urge them to leave. Li Ziyue followed the last wave of people out of the campus and then turned into a dark alley.
It is now 23:55 Beijing time, and there are only 5 minutes left before the new round of copies starts.
[Dear players, this is your second night in the Primary Pseudo-Human Dungeon. I wish you a happy game]
Are you happy?
Li Ziyue looked at the English test paper in his hand and wondered if anyone had ever downloaded a copy of their homework. He really wanted to communicate with the other party whether it was a pleasant experience or not.
As soon as he entered the copy, the live broadcast started automatically.
Although there are many players like Yang Hu who earn a large amount of reward points from the audience in a short period of time through violent live broadcasts, people still have rationality and moral bottom line.
Therefore, although everyone is coveting points, most players still take a gentle way of earning points like Li Ziyue - cultivating a fan club in the live broadcast room.
By forming a healthy "friendship" relationship with the audience in the live broadcast room, they can obtain a small but stable amount of points.
Although there is little meat on a fly's legs, it is still meat.
Number of people online in the live broadcast room at this time: 135 (↑30)
The data has increased compared to last night. It seems that the abnormality in the primary pseudo-human copy has attracted some new viewers.
[Hiss, why does the primary pseudo-human copy have a second night? Is there any big guy who can explain it in the comments? ]
[Let's take a look first, there might be a bug in the system. Wait, what is that thing the anchor is holding? It's yellow... a bit like...]
[So shocking, the first person to bring a test paper to a dungeon]
[I cried my ass off, but even so, he didn’t copy the homework]
The environment that the player is in when entering the dungeon again is random. Li Ziyue’s ancestors must have given birth to a new place of refuge, the hall, for many players.
Sun Yuancheng looked at Li Ziyue, who was standing next to him and staring at the electronic screen at the top of the hall with a serious face, and two lines of tears were about to flow down his face due to his emotion.
He has done a lot of good things in his life, and he deserves to be with Li Ziyue again.
The electronic screen still shows last night's data.
[As of 6:00 Beijing time]
[Number of players alive: VII]
[Number of pseudo-human survivors: VI]
Li Ziyue confirmed again that he was not mistaken.
But something must have gone wrong, he just hasn't figured it out yet.
Moreover, there seems to be more than one trouble at hand.
Li Ziyue shifted his gaze to the side.
The man was about 1.9 meters tall, with a tall build, a handsome and bright face, a high nose bridge, thin and light lips, and trembling thick long eyelashes. When he was not smiling, he had a sense of coldness and alienation.
He was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt without too many floral decorations, which made him look like a reserved student. His arms hanging at his sides were thin, with slightly protruding joints at his wrists.
Thin and beautiful, this is many people's first impression of Zhang Lian.
If Li Ziyue had not witnessed Zhang Lian's nonchalant shot yesterday, and Yang Hu and the patrolman falling to the ground without even having time to resist, he would probably have come to the same evaluation.
When his eyes met Li Ziyue's, Zhang Lian did not dodge but smiled at him.
He moved closer to Li Ziyue, but when he took the first step, Li Ziyue put the blade of his scimitar against his throat.
The cold blade touched his skin, but Zhang Lian's expression did not change.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Li Ziyue, blinking.
However, he didn't feel it before because they were far away, but now that he was in close contact, Li Ziyue felt a chill unconsciously rising up through his body.
That was the coldness that came from Zhang Lian's body. He looked like he had been soaking in an ice pool all year round. His body temperature was obviously lower than that of ordinary people. Even though there was no skin contact between them, Li Ziyue couldn't help but get goose bumps.
wack.
Li Ziyue's face became more and more gloomy, staring at Zhang Lian: "Three questions."
"You ask."
"The first question," Li Ziyue asked coldly, "Who are you?"
Entering the infinite world, everyone's strength will be strengthened. Those with a little understanding will practice one or two weapons to deal with the attacks of monsters and NPCs. His scimitar is one, and Yang Hu's butcher's knife is another.
At the same time, there is also a "mysterious treasure chest" reward mechanism within the game. There are a total of nine mysterious treasure chests in all copies, corresponding to three weapons and six superpowers.
Three weapons: [Long spear to probe the eyes, poison mist to cover the throat. Paper fan to sweep across, life and death are unpredictable]
In order to ensure the uniqueness of the treasure chest, the game does not allow others to use these three weapons, so these three weapons are another symbol of identity.
Li Ziyue remembered that the person who used the spear before was an old man ranked in the top ten on the scoreboard. The weapon would not change hands easily. There were only two situations in which the owner would be changed: the opponent was dead or about to die.
Zhang Lian in front of him was able to snatch the spear from the old man, so his strength is probably not inferior to his.
However, Zhang Lian didn't think about it that way.
His expression was frank, and he reached out to unbutton the first button of his shirt very naturally, and he was about to continue unbuttoning: "My name is Zhang Lian, and I'm a real player."
"You can ask me any common sense questions you want. Besides, if you don't believe me, I will take off my clothes and let you check me. There is nothing wrong with my body."
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