Chapter 60 Then I'm in Danger
-119L: Impossible! You above have lost your dignity for traffic. If you know a little bit about advanced pseudo-human copies, you would not say such a thing.
Sun Yuancheng sat on the bed and scratched his head.
What does that mean? It's normal to return to the virtual world after the instance is over. What are these people talking about?
He clicked on the newly established copy strategy area and searched for the advanced pseudo-human copy.
[Currently available information: Advanced pseudo-human copy]
[Qualification: Top ten in the standings]
[There are three months and five days until the next instance is opened, and there are three years, three months and five days until the next instance is opened]
[Rewards for completing dungeons: players can expand their virtual worlds at will, with no upper limit on points, and the door to infinite dungeons will always be closed to you]
To put it simply, it means "retiring to your hometown without worries about food and clothing", Sun Yuancheng exclaimed, as long as you pass the high-level pseudo-human copy, you will never have to suffer in the copy again.
No wonder those people were skeptical about Li Ziyue's escape from the advanced pseudo-human copy.
According to the above information, there are only two possible outcomes for players who enter the advanced pseudo-human copy: 1. die in the copy; 2. clear the copy and return to their own world, forever disconnected from other players and the copy.
It is unprecedented that someone like Li Ziyue failed to complete the game but did not die, and even escaped from the copy.
Sun Yuancheng felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the clearance data of the advanced pseudo-human copy.
[So far, the number of people who have cleared the dungeon: 0]
Those who are eligible to enter the advanced pseudo-human dungeon are the top ten in the current scoreboard. How come no one has cleared it yet...
Bro, what on earth is...
-120L: Can the person who broke the news confirm that the person who came out of the dungeon is the high school student himself?! What if it is a high-level fake person!
-121L: Don't scare me, no matter how powerful a high-level pseudo-human is, he is just a dungeon NPC. Can a dungeon NPC go to other dungeons? Is there any basic order?
Reply to 121L: ...No...I played a primary pseudo-human dungeon a while ago...I actually encountered a high-level pseudo-human in that dungeon...and that high-level pseudo-human...had a face like a high school student...
-122L: ??? What does it mean? What does the previous one mean? ??? Ah?
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-[Original Poster] 492L: ...Someone just sent me a high school student's account ID...If you have any questions, ask them yourself...
-493L:! Private chat already!
Sun Yuancheng was still asking, "What's going on? Damn it, who knows your ID? I'll fight them. No one is allowed to harass my brother!"
Li Ziyue stared at the system screen without saying anything.
The window of the room was not closed tightly, leaving a gap. The weather had been getting colder recently, and Li Ziyue had just finished taking a shower, so the wind blowing in did not feel cool but chilling to the bone.
Information was not circulated among players before, and most players could not survive more than three years in the dungeon. What happened six years ago had long been buried in the grave as the players who knew about it died one after another.
Now it has been dug up again.
The high-level pseudo-human [Li Ziyue] who had been silent for a long time suddenly appeared in the primary pseudo-human copy some time ago, the strong man who made sarcastic comments about his deeds six years ago in "The Suicidal Farmer", and the posts about him are now going viral...
Li Ziyue rubbed his eyebrows.
Is it because the advanced pseudo-human copy will be opened again in three months?
In just one minute, countless friend requests came to him.
He had no intention of responding until he saw the latest message.
[You have a new friend application: No. 1 on the scoreboard, data available, apply to cooperate with you]
…
After finishing his work, Li Ziyue deliberately didn't check the time, but fell asleep on his bed in the dormitory.
It was not until the sky turned from bright to dark that he opened his eyes with difficulty.
He didn't feel it when he was in the dungeon, but after he came out of the dungeon and took a nap, his tense muscles all relaxed and he felt extreme soreness all over.
Having just woken up, he was still a little dazed. He lay on the bed with his hands flat on the ground and pulled the quilt up a little to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of half-closed eyes exposed.
He didn't turn on the main light in the room, leaving only an orange bedside lamp on. It was evening and very quiet outside. Li Zi blinked less and less frequently and was about to fall asleep again.
After closing his eyes for a few minutes, he slowly got up, smoothed down a small section of his black hair with one hand, and leaned against the bed to pack his schoolbag.
At six o'clock on Saturday evening, students return to school for evening self-study.
Tonight is English evening self-study.
In fact, skipping one evening self-study class didn't matter. He had skipped countless evening self-study classes before because he was busy running around on the copy.
Among them, mathematics and physics are the hardest hit areas. Come to think of it, it seems that he has not taken these two courses seriously this year.
The teachers of these two subjects are also very relaxed. Usually in the evening they either give exams or discuss test papers, there is nothing else like that.
English is different.
Foreigner Zhang is determined to train everyone to become diplomats, so he requires them to take one less English class and do three more homework and test papers.
Li Ziyue is a stubborn person. Even though he does a terrible job, he will still do the homework himself. The extra test papers are quite a burden for Li Ziyue.
He entered the classroom on time as usual, but as soon as he reached the back door, he heard a commotion coming from inside.
Li Ziyue stopped.
Something is wrong.
Foreigner Zhang insisted on establishing a clearly defined class relationship with his classmates: "We are not teacher and student, nor are we friends. We are strictly in a superior-subordinate relationship, and you are all my subjects." He would never allow anyone to make such noise in the classroom where he was the only one in charge.
Just as he was wondering, Wang Zipeng appeared out of nowhere: "Boss!"
Li Ziyue: “?” Why are you yelling so loudly?
He sat down in his seat and took out a pen from his desk.
"Mr. Zhang isn't here," Wang Zipeng winked. "He went to the office early to have a long chat with the transfer student."
Li Ziyue thought for a while before recalling that Wang Zipeng had mentioned before that there was a transfer student who was... "like a god from heaven."
He said "Oh", sorted out the test paper in his hand, and was about to hand it in to the class representative.
"Hey," Wang Zipeng didn't understand, "Boss, aren't you curious about the transfer student? I just took a peek and he's a little handsome... I'm a straight guy."
Li Ziyue glanced at him up and down, then nodded slowly: "You are a straight man."
"I really am!" Wang Zipeng emphasized, "If I wasn't straight, I would have had a crush on you a long time ago!"
"Ahem!" Li Ziyue just drank a mouthful of water, but before he could swallow it, Wang Zipeng choked him. "Okay, okay, you must be a straight man. If you are not a straight man, you must be a writer of horror novels."
Wang Zipeng opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he suddenly covered his mouth.
The class fell silent instantly.
I saw foreigner Zhang walking slowly and proudly from the front door of the classroom, followed by a tall boy with a shoulder bag.
As soon as the transfer student stepped into the classroom, before foreigner Zhang could say anything, everyone in the class gasped.
"Hiss..." The English class representative in front of me cried while biting his handkerchief, "So handsome, my friends..."
Her desk mate hugged her and cried, "So tall, so handsome, so fair, my friends..."
Li Ziyue: “……?”
Is there something wrong with his eyesight or his aesthetic taste?
The transfer student is tall, probably about 1.9 meters tall, and has fair skin, but if you want to say handsome...
Li Ziyue didn't know how to evaluate this face. Each of the facial features looked good individually, but when put together, it was... very ordinary. The kind that would be hard to find if thrown into a crowd of people.
What's wrong with the class? Have you never seen a handsome guy?
Li Ziyue felt that he had lived a very clear life and there were few things he could not understand.
This is one of them.
The English class representative pressed his face against the desk and pounded the table quietly with his hands.
"I wonder who this transfer student will date."
Li Ziyue: “……?” No, you said before that men will only slow down your speed in drawing your sword.
My deskmate exclaimed, “Huh~”
The English class representative immediately became excited: "Have you never read novels? Usually, these handsome transfer students are going to have a relationship with a handsome guy or beautiful girl in the class that ends with marriage."
"Why do you think you're doing this?" the English class representative said, with a look of understanding. "Is it for studying?"
Deskmate: "...but we're not a novel."
"How do you know? What if our story is just a novel? I wonder if there is someone protecting our world from behind. Don't you think the world has been peaceful for so many years? There has been no war anywhere...anything is possible!"
My deskmate touched the forehead of the English class representative and said, "I feel sorry for you, my good friend. Foreigner Zhang must have tortured you recently. Look at how confused you are."
Li Ziyue was behind them and felt a chill on his back.
English class representative, you should read fewer novels. If you continue, you will be able to guess everything in the infinite flow of copies.
The transfer student wrote "Zhang San" on the blackboard. Li Ziyue looked at the two words and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
This word...has he seen it somewhere?
He stared at the transfer student for a while longer.
It doesn’t look like him…but it’s familiar.
Li Ziyue picked up the draft paper to cover the transfer student's face.
Okay, he knew where this inexplicable sense of familiarity came from—the transfer student looked like Zhang Lian.
The classroom seats were arranged according to height, with shorter ones sitting in the front and taller ones sitting in the back, leaving a vacant space behind Li Ziyue.
That place used to be a book corner. Later, an iron nail of a class's bookshelf broke, and the bookshelf fell down and hit a classmate. After that, the whole school cancelled the book corner, and that area has been empty ever since.
No one had any objection to Zhang San sitting in this position, except Li Ziyue.
Originally he could enter and exit the classroom very conveniently, but now he had to stop for half a second in front of Zhang San every time he took a step.
This half second could determine whether he would be caught by foreigner Zhang for skipping class.
Wang Zipeng whispered to him: "Boss, are you unhappy?"
"No." Li Ziyue's tone was very stiff.
Wang Zipeng: “Okay, okay.”
Zhang San behind him pursed his lips and said nothing.
Foreigner Zhang had something to do tonight and couldn't give a lecture in the classroom, so he assigned two sets of test papers to the students who were wailing in pain.
In the middle of the class, Zhang San was called out by the head teacher. When he came back, he saw Li Ziyue in front of him glaring at the English class representative.
The English class representative was holding the physics final exam paper in his hand: "No, tell me again, what is the state of motion of this small object? The friction force was upward just now, why is it downward now?"
"The speeds are different," Li Ziyue held his forehead with his hand. "At the beginning, the small object has an initial downward velocity. The friction it experiences is upward along the slope, while the friction on the long wooden bar..."
"Then why is it different later?"
"Mass, mass, the forces on both are the same but the masses are different..."
"No, what are you talking about? According to your analysis, it only took me an hour to finish this question."
"It won't take that long, five minutes at most."
"Five minutes?!" the English class representative was angry, "How is that possible?"
Li Ziyue looked at her calmly: "...If you want me to tell the truth, when I finished reading the question and looked at the picture, the small wooden blocks and wooden strips had already started to move."
"...No..." The English class representative was furious, "You told me it would move by itself?! Where would it move?! How did you know?"
"Won't your little block move on its own?"
"Bullshit!" The English class representative was so angry that he cursed, "Whose wooden block can move by itself!"
"Okay, stop." Li Ziyue took out the English test paper and pointed to the cloze test. "Why did you choose this question?"
"In the context, it says in the previous text..."
"No," Li Ziyue shook his head, "Analyzing the previous text is too slow, is there a faster way?"
The English class representative waved his hand and said, "If you insist, language sense can solve everything. When I read this, this word popped up in my mind. Hey, I looked at the options and found this answer."
Li Ziyue looked at the test paper carefully for two minutes and said, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"..." The English class representative clenched his fists, "No, the English test lasts for two hours. Why do you have to finish it so quickly?!"
"No," Li Ziyue answered seriously, "I usually fall asleep when I'm doing the fifth listening question, and wake up when the bell rings 15 minutes before the end of the test. So in total, I only have less than 20 minutes to stay awake and do English."
"?" The English class representative was incredulous. "Did English annoy you? Why do you fall asleep when the English test is on?"
Li Ziyue shook his head again: "No, I would fall asleep no matter what subject I took. Usually I only have half an hour to answer the questions."
Wang Zipeng interrupted: "Ah? Then why did you get full marks in math and physics in this midterm exam?"
Li Ziyue looked at everyone with a look that said "you are all weird" and said: "Physics only takes half an hour. As for math, I remember that I didn't fall asleep in math. The test was a bit difficult this time. The more I did it, the more energetic I became."
Wang Zipeng looked at the math test paper with the class average score of less than 50, turned around silently and did the questions angrily.
The English class representative hated it so much that he decided to secretly talk to foreigner Zhang to assign more English homework to Li Ziyue in the future.
Li Ziyue looked around at the people who had suddenly fallen silent, and then brought the matter back to square one: "Okay, so why did you choose this for the cloze test?"
“…”
He was still thinking about the problem when he suddenly felt someone poking him gently on the back.
Li Ziyue turned his head away.
He saw the transfer student hand him a golden test paper.
Li Ziyue glanced at the test paper and then at Zhang San.
The test paper Zhang San handed over was exactly the English test paper he had just asked the English class representative about.
While they were chatting, Zhang San had quietly completed the cloze test and wrote comments after each option.
Whether this question can be solved by taking shortcuts, and if not, how to do it according to conventional thinking, are all written in great detail, with black signing pen ink almost filling in all the blanks in the question.
Li Ziyue suddenly felt a little guilty, thinking that his earlier behavior of being angry at Zhang San for sitting behind him was a bit petty.
Although Zhang San has an ordinary appearance, he looks exceptional because of the shining aura of knowledge...
Li Ziyue couldn't describe what that feeling was.
He looked at the comments written on it and thought of another person - Zhang Lian.
Both of them have the surname Zhang...are they brothers?
But they look very different.
In this case, isn't Zhang Laowai's surname also Zhang? Zhang is a common surname, and it is unreasonable to force the two together based on this alone.
In short, after this incident, Zhang San gained a high position in Li Ziyue's heart.
However, before he stepped onto the stairs, when he returned to the dormitory and saw Zhang San tidying up the bed next to him, he felt like the sky was falling.
Li Ziyue leaned against the wall and spoke impatiently: "...classmate, can you change your dormitory..."
Zhang San blinked his eyes: "The dormitory manager said there are no other empty beds for the time being."
Li Ziyue had something to do tonight, so he made up his mind and cut the Gordian knot: "...classmate, you may not know that I am gay, I..."
"What a coincidence," Zhang San smiled slightly, "Me too."
Li Ziyue: “……?” No, then I’m in danger, I want to move out.
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