21 Menggui High School (21)
How old are you this year?
Qin Fu'an, carrying two coats, a bubble machine prop, and two steel rods removed from the table, slowly walked up the stairs, bypassing the completely dried-out corpse of Teacher Zhang on the ground.
From the moment he popped the giant bubble and preemptively grabbed Nanzhu by the neck, the popularity of his live stream and the dense, dazzling star-studded comments increased like crazy.
There were so many incoherent screams and praises, as well as all sorts of dazzling tips, that Qin Fu'an couldn't keep up with them all.
I glanced at it occasionally and saw several highly repetitive comments.
[Aaaaaaah! Help! The moment he rushed over, I was so stunned by his coolness I almost died on the spot! Does anyone know what I mean?!?]
[Holy crap... I really thought he was doomed, but this dramatic comeback is still taking its toll. I'm still not quite over it.]
[What's the point of fighting those monsters! I want to see the thrill of players scheming and killing each other! No matter who makes the wrong move, they'll pay with their lives—it's so exciting it gives me goosebumps!!!]
[Nan Zhu's live stream has completely gone black. As a viewer who followed her performance in the first two dungeons, I have to say, what the streamer just said was truly prophetic. Nan Zhu is very smart and knows how to make choices. She never hesitates to act when necessary. Fate has always been on her side, except this time...]
[That's right, from Nan Zhu's perspective, none of us expected that this player was actually holding a compass. This was such a huge mishap and so fatal for Nan Zhu. This calculated battle ended too quickly, making all of Nan Zhu's previous plans and considerations seem like a joke.]
[To be honest, I was in the live stream the whole time, and seeing your comments made it even more exhilarating! Who can understand the thrill of seeing Nan Zhu's bewildered expression after that bubble popped, piercing through the misty fog? My adrenaline was pumping!!]
Qin Fu'an glanced at the dense barrage of comments for two seconds, then looked away without interest.
As a top-tier pleasure-seeker who had personally orchestrated countless battles and betrayals, he understood all too well this immersive obsession with bloodshed.
But after seeing so many fools easily fooled by his words or other tricks, Qin Fu'an grew tired of it.
Having spent a few years in the human world, Qin Fu'an was more interested in human creativity. Compared to the many entertainment options created by humans, simple fighting and killing was rather boring.
Therefore, the consequences of being led by the nose by the viewers in the live broadcast room, and having one's emotions and murderous intent guided by the barrage of comments, will never happen to Qin Fu'an.
In his eyes, the poor rhetoric, the clumsy manipulation, and those seductive tricks were as flawed as a parrot that could only parrot others' words.
Therefore, Qin Fu'an was more interested in the current exam status of Class 4 of Senior Three than in watching the bullet comments.
As an "invigilator," one has the right to view the current exam status and answers of the students in the class.
When he checked, a screen that was even darker red than the live stream appeared in front of him.
Upon seeing this, Qin Fu'an's originally indifferent eyes were filled with surprise.
He seemed to know why Nan Zhu insisted on getting another "proctor" badge from him.
There is nothing else to it but that on this dark red light screen, just like a map of the sky, countless green light spots clearly show the hiding places of all the students in Class 4 of Senior Three, as well as their current physical and exam status.
The most conspicuous green dot was undoubtedly Xie Yunhuai, who was waiting on the rooftop. Qin Fu'an spotted him immediately.
The next second, Qin Fu'an's finger touched it.
Candidate's name: Xie Yunhuai.
Current score: 100 points.
Exam status: Good (low temperature).
This was probably the real reason why Nan Zhu finally decided to oppose Qin Fu'an after robbing another "proctor" of his badge.
She wanted to control all the students in Class 4 of Senior Three, especially the hiding information of those players.
She might not use this information to do anything drastic to eliminate them, but she would never allow Qin Fu'an to hold onto something that clearly gave her control over the overall situation.
And don't forget, the invigilator's identity can be used until the end of the dungeon, as long as the badge is not lost.
The temptation was too great, so great that Nan Zhu was willing to take on this adventure with all her tools and trump cards.
"What a pity..." Qin Fu'an chuckled and tossed another "invigilator" sign up and down in his hand a few times as if playing around. After climbing onto the rooftop with a bunch of things hanging on him, he tossed the sign to Xie Yunhuai without hesitation.
"Here's a little trinket for you. Wear it if you don't mind, or just throw it away if you don't."
The small silver sign traced a beautiful arc in the cold wind, finally landing precisely in Xie Yunhuai's unconsciously outstretched palm.
After seeing clearly what he had caught, Xie Yunhuai's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately looked up to lock onto the person approaching him.
Did you encounter any other invigilators?
After saying that, he shut up, somewhat annoyed.
What he really wanted to ask was...
"Aaaaaah, so much blood! So much blood!"
"What should we do? What should we do? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?"
"Waaaaah, does it hurt? Does it hurt? Let me put this on~ Blow on it~ Let me fly freely and happily~"
Many soft tentacles nervously swarmed over, like a group of hooligans who rushed over and touched Qin Fu'an up and down several times without saying a word. While talking to themselves in a soft voice, they tried to stick their black tentacles to his only wound, attempting to replace the lining fabric that Xie Yunhuai had tied on with their own black tentacles.
Qin Fu'an: "..."
Helplessly, he raised his hand and waited for the silly tentacles to touch his entire body before looking intently at Xie Yunhuai, who was standing obediently in front of him, with his deep, snake-like green eyes.
"How old are you this year?" he asked instead of answering.
Xie Yunhuai didn't understand his sudden, nonsensical question. He blinked blankly, and under Qin Fu'an's inexplicably aggressive gaze, he took an awkward step back before hesitantly answering, "...18?"
His student ID says he's 18, but he's been 18 countless times in this strange and unpredictable high school. If you count every single time, Xie Yunhuai himself isn't sure how old he is.
Qin Fu'an seemed particularly satisfied with his answer, and with a clatter, he threw the steel pipe and bubble machine on the ground, then unfolded the clean school uniform in his hand and covered Xie Yunhuai's head with it.
"It should be new. Put it on, otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow if you're exposed to the wind all night." Qin Fu'an looked at the boy standing obediently in the spot with his school uniform jacket on, as if he were wearing a wedding veil. He couldn't help but take the opportunity to raise his hand and rub his head through the clothes.
18 years old.
No wonder he dared to grope other people's bodies so brazenly right away.
Qin Fu'an's lips curled up slightly, and the burning possessiveness in his eyes startled the audience behind the screen, who frantically typed question marks on their screens.
However, after Xie Yunhuai pulled the school uniform off his head and put it on, Qin Fu'an reverted to his previous nonchalant demeanor.
"Just now down there..." Xie Yunhuai walked over, holding the sign in his hand, still wanting to know if Qin Fu'an was injured.
He might not know why he was so worried about Qin Fu'an, but the other person went down alone and brought up so many things. Logically and emotionally, he should ask him about it, right?
Xie Yunhuai kept trying to convince himself.
Before Xie Yunhuai could finish asking his question, Qin Fu'an, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at him. The moment their different eyes met, Xie Yunhuai instinctively swallowed the rest of his question.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Qin Fu'an seemed a little off at this moment.
But if he could see his own soul, he probably wouldn't have such doubts.
After all... all his tentacles, which were so hungry they ate their own heads, were now crowding around Qin Fu'an, chattering away a bunch of noisy and childish things.
A few bolder ones brazenly climbed onto Qin Fu'an's head, angrily claiming they were avenging their original self and testing how nice Qin Fu'an's head was to touch.
Qin Fu'an had been putting up with these little guys for a long time ever since they came over to touch him, but now that Xie Yunhuai was close, Qin Fu'an's gaze toward the culprit was no longer so restrained.
Even though Xie Yunhuai instinctively swallowed the rest of his words, Qin Fu'an could guess what he wanted to ask.
"Don't worry, the blood on my body is someone else's." Qin Fu'an lowered his head, comforting Xie Yunhuai while untying the bandages on his hands with one hand, and then changed the prop bandages himself.
Xie Yunhuai picked up the weapon from the ground, held it in his hand, hesitated for two seconds, and then sat down next to Qin Fu'an again.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, listening quietly to the screams and roars echoing throughout the campus on this cold, dangerous, and bloody night, watching the blood-red countdown in the night sky decrease second by second.
With only 65 minutes left in the countdown, Xie Yunhuai dazedly shrank his body slightly into his school uniform jacket.
It seems he really is going to survive today.
In every previous cycle, Xie Yunhuai had never survived past the 90-minute countdown.
But now, he has survived unscathed to the halfway point of the exam.
So, the doubts that couldn't be voiced before could finally be asked in this special tranquility.
"Why did you bring me with you?" The boy's clear voice was carried by the cold wind, and after being somewhat disordered in the air, it softly and gently entered Qin Fu'an's ears.
It brought out a slight itch.
Qin Fu'an turned his head and, unsurprisingly, met Xie Yunhuai's clear and bright eyes, and saw the obvious doubt in them.
He seemed genuinely curious about it.
Unlike Qin Fu'an, who stares into people's eyes but whose mind is full of inappropriate thoughts.
[Author's Note]
Anzai: His head is full of things unsuitable for children.
Yunzai: Full of innocent question marks
Tentacles: (Excitedly) Sticking together, sticking together, sticking together, sticking together~
Author: (clenching fist) 18 years old is the most legal age!!
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Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade:
One cheese fries;
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:
5 bottles of walnut bamboo;
3 bottles of zero;
A lone boat in the clear rain, and two bottles of "Homecoming";
One bottle of Jiufeng SSJ;
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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