Chapter 86 Haunted High School (20)
The president of the Summoning Immortals Club was very excited today. As soon as he entered the classroom, he greeted the players enthusiastically.
Then he waved his hands happily and smiled with his white teeth: "Classmates, let's continue to pray to the Pen Fairy today!"
Looking closely, the president's face was not as pale as it was a few days ago. His cheeks were even beginning to turn rosy, and his figure was not as thin as before.
It was as if it absorbed some nutrients very quickly.
Su Yue discovered this, and of course others did too.
Everyone was no rookie and immediately realized that the president's extraordinary enthusiasm for "inviting the spirit of the pen" was definitely not such a simple matter, and their faces suddenly looked very ugly.
"No more invitations!" Someone in the crowd shouted first, "If you want to invite someone, go ahead and invite them yourself!"
When the president heard this, he didn't say anything, but grinned even more happily. His eyeballs rolled rapidly in his eye sockets, and finally fixed his shining gaze on the face of a certain player.
"You said that, didn't you?" the president asked. "Why don't you want to participate in club activities?"
The player being targeted was just an ordinary player among players with a score of several thousand. A game with a 50% mortality rate meant life and death for him.
Suddenly being stared at by an NPC, he was so frightened that his hair almost exploded. His lips trembled and he was speechless for a long time before he finally blurted out, "Because I... my stomach aches! I'm not feeling well! There's no way I can show enough sincerity to Master Pen Fairy!"
Everyone: “…”
What a classic excuse that has been used since junior high school physical examinations.
The candlelight illuminated the president's face, just like the most common scene in horror games, the shadow of the flame twisted and deformed on his face, like a strange and deformed ghost claw.
The president looked at the player intently. The player bit his lip, trying not to show his panic too obviously, but his hands were shaking and his face was paler than paper.
"I, I actually..."
Just when the player was about to admit defeat and change his words, saying that it was okay to participate in the event to invite the Pen Fairy, the president suddenly smiled again, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth: "If you don't feel well, then don't participate. You are right, the Pen Fairy also prefers to be worshipped by healthy and pious humans."
The player looked at the president with his mouth open. The unexpected surprise left him speechless. Then the lingering fear swept over him, his legs went weak, and he sat back in his seat with a thud.
After this player successfully requested leave, others also rushed to request leave.
"Boss, I have a headache!"
"My stomach is upset!"
"My nose itches!"
"I lost an extra hair!"
The president actually approved each of their leave with a smile on his face, no matter how outrageous the reasons were.
However, after all thirteen players had successfully requested leave, he suddenly dropped his fake smile and said thoughtfully, "So many people requesting leave? That won't do. If too few people participate in club activities and the attendance rate isn't good enough, I, as the club president, will be criticized."
He pointed at the number of people with his fingers: "One, two, three, four... How about this, they can take leave, but I won't allow the rest of you to take leave. I will select half of you to participate in this Pen Fairy event. It can be considered as a favor to me. How about it?"
No one spoke for a moment.
.
There was a slight sound of footsteps moving.
With the desk in the middle used to place the horoscope as the dividing line, the players were visibly divided into two sides, just like a big river with distinct tributaries on both sides.
On the left is the player who successfully "asked for leave" and was approved by the president to not participate in the summoning event.
The player on the right failed to "ask for leave" successfully because he applied too late.
Suspicious and hostile glances crossed each other, and the flickering candlelight at the top of a row of candles surrounding the desks reflected the black flames in some people's eyes.
"This is not fair!" someone from the player on the right suddenly said.
The president turned around with a smile on his face. His neck didn't move when he turned his face, but his head turned 180 degrees on his neck. However, such a horrifying scene was not the point at this time.
The president asked the person who spoke, "What's unfair?"
"Of course it's unfair!" The speaker, unable to hide his feelings any longer, stood up and shouted hysterically, "They're not actually feeling unwell! How can you call it unwell just for trivial matters? Then how can someone who's truly unwell ask for leave?"
"Then please tell me, whose reason for asking for leave was 'trivial'?" the president asked with a smile.
Anyone could tell it was a trap.
If this player named the person, he would undoubtedly become an enemy of the player who successfully asked for leave with that reason. The player himself also realized this and looked very upset.
But if you don't name it, there is a 50% chance that you will be chosen to ask for the Pen Fairy, or "worship" the Pen Fairy.
As soon as the word "offering" comes out, you should know that it can't be a good thing.
The player hesitated again and again, and finally decided to rather die with his friend than with himself.
He pointed at the middle school-aged player on his left. This player had always been quite active and stood out to everyone. "He said he lost an extra hair. Can that be called an excuse?"
"How can that not be called a reason?" the middle school student argued, "I just don't feel well."
He suddenly decided not to get caught up in this logic and asked, "Why, you didn't get the day off yourself, so you're blaming those who did? Why don't you blame yourself for being incompetent? Who else can you blame for your slow hands and clumsy mouth?"
In reality, it wasn't a case of being slow or clumsy. With the exception of Su Yue, Cang Zhi, and Wei Wan, everyone else was raising their hands to ask for leave. It was just that the president didn't look at them.
This middle school student got a bargain and then scolded the other players who didn't. The player felt a little guilty at first, but now he was angry and shouted angrily: "You think you're so awesome, don't you?"
"I'm a little better than you." The middle school student said, "Anyway, I got some leave."
This remark touched the player's sore spot. He cursed loudly, stood up suddenly, and rushed over to strangle the middle school student. He was originally a player struggling to survive in a survival game, and the psychological burden of "taking action" was much lighter than that of ordinary people.
The other players behind him who had not been able to escape from the Pen Fairy also stood up, and the other side immediately stood up and prepared to defend themselves. It seemed that the scene was about to turn into a melee.
“Snap—”
The clear and loud sound instantly silenced everyone.
On the podium, Su Yue had a cold face and was holding a teaching stick, like a class teacher who was forcibly maintaining order when all the students were mischievous.
"Stop arguing. Aren't four people enough to summon the Pen Fairy?"
Su Yue pointed at himself, then at Cang Zhi, then at Wei Wan, and finally at the president, "There are three of us, plus you, which makes four. That's it."
Originally, Su Yue, as a reserved and arrogant god, did not want to speak in such an occasion.
The main reason was that he felt it would be too embarrassing to speak loudly to attract everyone's attention, but seeing that the situation was getting more and more out of control, he was afraid that something bad would happen if he continued arguing.
On the one hand, Su Yue is a god who loves humanity, but on the other hand, he feels that the president deliberately created this situation so that he could watch everyone fight.
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