Chapter 188 Chapter 188 I'll pick him up soon
Where's the machete?
Where is the axe?
What about that cool yet scary chainsaw?
All the players were confused and at a loss.
The most ridiculous thing is that after the little girl took out the knitting needles, the player closest to the door reacted and rushed out the next second.
Of course, it's not that exaggerated. The door is still there, but -
"Hello!"
"What is this transfer student doing?"
"Why did he steal our class's door handle? Sell it? Is he tired of living?"
The little girl who had already quickly knitted two rows of wool also raised her eyelids and looked over there blankly.
What are you doing?
Are you trying to cause trouble?
She is still busy knitting a scarf for little Anmi!
The temperature in No. 1 Middle School has begun to drop continuously. At the end of these ten days, the temperature will change significantly.
This group of NPCs have already gotten used to all these changes, but it is obvious that the strange cubs who have just arrived here may not know yet.
Because we just met briefly.
He was kicked out without getting any information about Anmi.
If you want to understand from Xie Ning, you will find that after he left Anmi, he became a dark mushroom.
He shrank into the corner with a cold face and ignored everyone.
He is even crazier than these yellow-haired ghost-fire boys and little gangster girls.
But because of the experience of being stepped on, a group of people were very sure that - well, they couldn't beat this guy.
So I could only secretly guess behind the scenes - ah, is it because the copy has changed, so a new NPC was sent in?
In other words—
Several people looked at each other.
In other words, there is a possibility that the little cub will stay with them forever?
A group of people were very excited.
Until there was a roar outside——
"What are you doing?!"
"You're running out during evening study?? Get back!"
"What are you holding in your hand?! A door handle?! You have to pay for this, you know?! You have to pay for it!!"
The players shuddered.
It will be soon.
The young man who had grabbed the door handle was sent back.
Embarrassment was still written on his face, and he was holding the door handle in his hand when he was pushed back to his seat by the students from the discipline department.
The tall and big member of the Discipline Committee glared at him with a sullen face.
"If I catch you, you'll be punished once—if it happens a second time—"
The eyeballs rolled, the hand patted the other person's shoulder, and then turned and left.
The players in the player camp looked at the door handle in his hand and were speechless for a moment.
"What...are you thinking?"
Grab the door handle and run?
Aren’t you so patient?
The player scratched his head, still a little confused.
"Isn't that—"
He asked softly.
"Didn't you say to run away immediately if you saw her move?"
He just used a little more force.
"What did you see when you ran out?"
No. 37 Sang Xilin looked at him slowly.
No. 66 Wen Xingyu was still sleeping on the table.
The man scratched his head.
"There are inspections everywhere, from the student union to teachers. If caught by a teacher, there's probably going to be some problems. It's okay with the student union, after all, the first day is considered a safe day. And, one more important point, I heard a piece of news. Someone is discussing student status, and it seems to be the name that Class 2-3 of Senior High School has been reluctant to mention."
When they came to Class 2-3 of Senior High School, they had openly and secretly inquired about the name mentioned in the background that did not want to be mentioned.
They couldn't find any clues, either in the class roster or the seating arrangement.
There is a clue in the class roster.
One name was crossed out and blackened with ink.
But there were no other clues in the seating information.
Because there were twenty transfer students in Class 3 of Grade 2 at once, and before those twenty, there was one Xie Ning.
So the entire Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School was packed.
If you want to tell whether a student has disappeared from the class based on the seats, it is almost impossible to do so.
They can only start from other aspects.
This is a new piece of information.
besides--
"What does that last bit of information mean? That supplementary information? And what are these people doing? Knitting? Who are they knitting for?"
Various copies have different focuses in terms of direction.
Compared to the Komisuya Hotel where the final boss is almost impossible to encounter, the story line of No. 1 Middle School should be considered simple.
The Komi Suya Hotel is full of bosses, and theoretically it is impossible to pass it. If Fu Gan hadn't let us go, we would have basically been wiped out in the middle.
No. 1 Middle School explores more and covers a wider range, and its single story line is relatively less complicated.
And based on other people's experience in passing dungeons, school dungeons are relatively survival-oriented and basic.
So just by looking at the background you can roughly guess the story line.
"School bullying?"
They looked at each other.
It mainly depends on the situation of the entire class - they don’t seem to be good people either.
It is also very possible that ghosts will take revenge after school bullying.
After all, this is only the first day.
"We need to find a way to figure out what's going on. Do you, having watched the previous live broadcast, have any clues?"
"I've seen it, but many of the main storyline live broadcast rooms are blocked. How can I possibly give out all the information? Plus, there are a few more NPCs this time. It seems like there are changes every time."
"Indeed, and the following information, it seems that these people are with that cub NPC? I just heard the girl say that she wanted to weave it for the cub."
"Anyway—"
Sang Xilin clapped his hands and made the decision.
"This incident is definitely related to that cub. And this information shows that the cub cannot be harmed by ordinary physical attacks. So, we need to find another method of attack—perhaps a prop, or perhaps there is something else in this school. After evening study, we must find everything as soon as possible."
The players nodded.
He agreed with the words of the highest-ranking boss in front of him, and hoped to hold on to his thighs tightly to leave a way out for himself.
A group of people have arranged everything.
At this time, Wen Xingyu, who was sleeping on his stomach, slowly got up.
I just happened to hear them saying they were going to target that little cub.
Wen Xingyu:?
"Just in time, you woke up."
Sang Xilin looked at Wen Xingyu with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
From the very beginning, Sang Xilin did not hide his ill will towards this guy who had reached this ranking almost by luck.
"Gather intelligence and tools for the next few days. Generally speaking, the fourth day is particularly dangerous, so we need to strike first on the fourth night. If we can eliminate a key NPC, it should speed up progress and provide us with more clues for survival. Furthermore, there's a chance this will be a time-limited decryption, so we need to complete it quickly. You'll be in charge of the west campus then—"
Wen Xingyu raised his hand.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute—"
He yawned and looked a little confused.
"That little NPC?"
He barely restrained his voice at this, seeming a bit dazed.
Although I was still feeling light-headed due to sleepiness.
But the moment the words fell.
Countless pairs of eyes looked over silently from the side.
Fortunately, I just asked a counter-question.
No other words were said.
So those eyes were just observing silently.
But it's also scary enough.
Only Wen Xingyu lay down lazily.
"I'm not participating."
He scratched his head.
"My intuition tells me not to mess around. This time it probably won't be that difficult."
Oh.
Sang Xilin sneered.
Seeing the expressions of the players around him change, he felt even more satisfied.
He had disliked this guy who had managed to get to this position.
But originally they were divided into two factions.
Even if he put forward his opinions, there would be people like Wen Xingyu who would question them.
I feel that Wen Xingyu has more luck involved, and following Wen Xingyu's choices might be better than exploring blindly on my own.
But now, when Wen Xingyu said this, their expressions became a little strange.
It won't be that hard this time?
Please - this is an S-level copy, and there are only three S-level copies in the entire infinite flow game.
How could it not be difficult?
So those who had originally stood firmly on Wen Xingyu's side began to doubt and waver.
This is the result that Sang Xilin is happy to see.
He ignored Wen Xingyu and turned away.
"Okay, after evening study, do as I say."
And at the same time.
The little cub, who has been raised on a relatively regular schedule by his father, is tired.
The producer picked up the bucket and wiped it inside and out. When he turned around, he saw the gray little cub lying on the sofa. Its soft cheeks were slightly pouting because of the sofa pillow, and its pink lips were slightly open, breathing shallowly.
"Why on earth is that—"
The producer couldn't help but whispered.
Are you a kitten?
Jumping up and down, getting tired of playing, and then lying down to sleep?
No one responded to his phone yet.
It seems that Fu Gan, who fell down again, has not woken up yet.
The producer finally walked over to the sofa, reached out and picked up the cub.
He looked at the cub's little face, rubbed it with a little disgust, and finally put him on the bed.
The cub unconsciously curled up, pressing its small hands to its face.
A soft murmur came from his throat.
"……dad."
Poor and dependent.
I cried for a long time today.
The producer watched it for a long time and felt a little jealous.
But he didn't admit it.
Finally, with a bit of anger in his heart, he sent a message to Fu Gan again.
"Your kid is crying for his daddy, and you haven't made any arrangements yet!"
"How about this, I'll just try to help you take care of it. Don't worry, I can help you."
Until the copy time passes.
The First Middle School copy arrived in the afternoon of the next day.
At the Komi Suya Hotel, Fu Gan, who had been in a semi-comatose state, woke up slowly.
He still looked a little confused.
He has been trapped in a dream.
His life was a complete failure.
His mother, who had left him when he was at his weakest, took his hand, led him to the light, and pushed his back.
"Go ahead—Mom will never think you're a loser—the baby we found still needs your protection, doesn't it?"
"Mr. Fu?"
Shang Fu heard the sound and came in.
He seemed a little anxious.
"Is Anmi not back yet? What should we do? The Komisuya Hotel has been completely tidied up-"
There was a rumbling sound outside.
Fu Gan pressed his swollen eyebrows, touched his cell phone, and casually asked what was happening outside.
I was thinking about how to sneak into No. 1 Middle School now that it was just starting.
"Oh, that's right. The cleaners and a few waiters are setting up a children's playground."
Fu Gan just happened to see the message on the phone, and the small tentacles in the dark twisted and shook.
He tapped keys on the screen.
"Dream on! I'll pick him up soon."
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