2 Menggui High School (2)
May I have your name?
Before the school bell had even finished ringing, a tall figure appeared at the classroom door. He was fat, bulky, and tall... He practically blocked the entire classroom door, and it would take a long time for his lumps of fat to squeeze in.
The students who were still searching for clues in the classroom all returned to their seats in horror, sat up straight, and waited for the start of the new class.
During this time, someone noticed that all the students had tacitly taken the exam papers from the table. They felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and in horror, they grabbed pens and started scribbling randomly on the exam papers.
Some people didn't notice, but the girl named Nanzhu deliberately held up the test paper to remind them.
Meanwhile, the teacher, whose body was covered in fat, finally squeezed his limp and obese body into the classroom. When he slowly moved to the podium, he cleared his throat and asked the students in the classroom to hand in their completed test papers for him to check and correct.
"Teacher Zhang has a fierce temper, so I'll hand it in for you this time." Before Qin Fu'an could even get up, his deskmate reached out and took the test paper from his desk, giving him another grateful smile as he looked at it.
Watching his figure walk through the classroom and onto the podium, Qin Fu'an then observed the other players who were still engrossed in writing.
The test paper contained very little content, but it was clearly impossible for those who hadn't paid attention to the blackboard to quickly write down the answers.
After all the exam papers were handed in, the classroom fell silent again.
The only sound this time was the scratching of the pen tip writing rapidly on the exam paper.
The teacher on the podium stared sharply at the group with her eyes, which were squeezed into narrow slits by her skin and flesh.
He had a dignified voice that was completely at odds with his appearance.
"Those who haven't handed in their papers yet, stand up."
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The rustling sound of writing suddenly stopped. The next moment, just like the most ordinary scene in the most ordinary classroom, all the students who were engrossed in writing turned their heads to look at the few who had not yet stood up.
However, their movements were too synchronized, and one could even hear the cracking of stiff bones in their necks. Their eyes, staring straight at the group, were empty and seemed ready to devour them, adding an eerie and unsettling atmosphere.
"Aren't you going to stand up and wait for me to call your name?" The teacher's voice suddenly rose, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the urgency and longing hidden in his words.
Just as he was about to call out the name, Nan Zhu stood up first.
As the unseen leader of this group of players, when she stood up, the others hesitated briefly before also standing up, their faces pale.
Nan Zhu remained relatively calm. Looking at the teacher on the podium whose expression had suddenly darkened, she knew that she had probably escaped a disaster without realizing it. Feeling a little relieved, she apologized very sincerely, "I'm sorry, teacher. My stomach hurt too much during the last class, and the time I spent in the bathroom delayed my work on the test. I promise it won't happen again. I hope you can forgive me."
Behind Nan Zhu, Qin Fu'an took advantage of the blind spot where Nan Zhu blocked the teacher's view, wrote a message on a piece of paper, and quietly handed it to his deskmate next to him.
Probably not expecting him to be so bold as to secretly pass notes while Teacher Zhang was angry, the boy suddenly looked over, his previously empty eyes clearly showing surprise, which made him seem more lively than the other students.
Facing the surprised and cautious gaze of his deskmate, Qin Fu'an acted as if he didn't see it. Not only did he not take back the paper, but under the other person's gaze, he pushed it forward even further.
The edge of the paper rested precisely against the boy's slender wrist joint.
The boy was quiet for a moment, like a bullied student being bullied by the bad students in the class. He silently raised his wrist and pressed down on the paper, suppressing his fear of the teacher, and looked down at the contents of the note.
The next second, he closed his eyes, as if he had seen some incredible and incomprehensible words.
[May I have your name? ]
The characters are beautifully written, vigorous and powerful, each stroke carrying a clean and elegant air.
But it's just utterly despicable.
Boy: "..."
For a fleeting moment, he imagined how satisfying it would be to slap this piece of paper hard onto Qin Fu'an's handsome and refined face.
Meanwhile, in the live stream screen where Qin Fu'an couldn't see, viewers who were amused by Qin Fu'an's actions didn't hold back and let out a long string of "hahahahaha".
[I've thought about many kinds of questions newcomers might ask, but this is the one answer I never considered.]
[My impression of a novice player: cautious, careful, not overlooking any details or clues. The actual novice player: Hello, what's your name?]
[This is bizarre. I never imagined I'd see such an awkward pickup line. If I were that NPC, I'd want to disassemble the player's head and examine its internal structure.]
[With his personality, he'll probably never find a wife in his life, right? What a relief!]
Qin Fu'an, a new player who had just entered the first instance, naturally couldn't see these live stream comments. While listening to other players follow Nan Zhu's routine and apologize and make various promises to the teacher, he tilted his head and stared at his deskmate with his clear light green eyes, silently urging the other party to answer.
Desk mate: "..."
The boy took a deep breath, pinched a corner of the paper between his fingertips, and then squeezed it tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crush the person writing the paper into a crumpled ball to vent his anger.
But it was precisely these emotional fluctuations that made the emotions on his face and in his eyes even more vivid, making him look no different from an ordinary high school student who was just sulking.
Qin Fu'an, unable to retrieve her note, saw the boy's name neatly written on the pages of a book he had unfolded on the table.
Xie Yunhuai.
It's a nice-sounding name, and the handwriting on the paper is also elegant and beautiful.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Teacher Zhang on the podium, with a stern face, told the few people who had stood up to sit down.
With the person blocking his view sitting down, Qin Fu'an became much more well-behaved, at least no longer secretly passing notes to his deskmate to ask more strange questions.
He also learned the consequences of not finishing the exam on time.
They need to copy all the test questions and correct answers ten times after class.
It sounds like a very ordinary punishment, but... smarter players already have despair in their eyes.
This is only the second period of the morning.
This class usually has homework as well, and with both combined, they can already imagine their fate.
The slender pen spun smoothly twice between equally long fingers, drawing Xie Yunhuai's attention. The next second, he noticed that his deskmate had put down the pen and started tearing up paper strips again.
The rustling sound of paper tearing quietly broke the silence. Xie Yunhuai's eyelids twitched, but he held back, sitting up straight to prevent himself from getting distracted by his strange and daring deskmate.
Since he's looking for death, he might as well just die sooner rather than later.
Anyway, he couldn't remember how many deskmates he had changed, and the new one might be quieter and more timid than this one.
Viewers who were just passing by couldn't help but stop in the novice player's live stream to see what other crazy things he could do.
Passing notes in a classroom at the Mysterious High School? Ha, the last player to do that... seems to be someone who hasn't appeared before.
Although Xie Yunhuai had made up his mind to stop paying attention to this strange deskmate, he couldn't help but glance at Qin Fu'an out of the corner of his eye when Qin Fu'an picked up his pen and wrote on the paper.
Then I got angry again.
The other person deliberately covered it with their hand, as if afraid he would peek!
Xie Yunhuai hadn't been this angry in a long time. He silently gritted his teeth, his grip on the pen tightening, leaving faint red marks on his pale fingertips.
Qin Fu'an didn't notice his deskmate's little movements. As for covering them with his hand... who wouldn't take precautions just in case when making little movements in class?
With his head slightly lowered, he quickly wrote down the contents on the paper, folded the paper into a small square, and then, while Teacher Zhang on the podium was slowly turning around to write on the blackboard, he raised his right hand slightly, and the small white paper ball drew a light and beautiful arc in the air, falling right onto Nan Zhu's desk.
The entire movement exuded an air of effortless control, and coupled with Qin Fu'an's slightly raised eyebrows in satisfaction, even the audience felt captivated by his cool demeanor through the screen.
[The livestream needs an upgrade! If it could send voice messages, a loud whistle combined with the streamer's cool moves would be a guaranteed kill!]
[No wonder my classmates in junior and senior high school used to do weird little things in class behind the teacher's back; they were just showing off! It's a pity they didn't have a face like the anchor. I used to think they were practicing acrobatics...]
[Hahaha, you guys only noticed him showing off? Look over there, his deskmate is so angry he's about to break his pen!]
[Hilarious! This newbie player is really entertaining for the stream. His face is as pretty as his eyes. It's a shame he's so reckless and doesn't stick with his teammates. He probably won't survive until the end of this dungeon. I won't waste my follow slot.]
[That makes sense. The only pity is his eyes; such beautiful, clear green. I really wish I could dig them out and make them into gems to present to our noble king.]
[The person upstairs is a fraud, confirmed, and has been reported.]
[...]
Nan Zhu's heart skipped a beat when the crumpled paper was suddenly thrown down. She instinctively turned around to look behind her, but the teacher, who was writing on the blackboard, had already turned around and looked at her.
She took three seconds to calm her frightened breathing, then naturally and slowly unfolded the crumpled paper that had fallen from the sky, using the book as a cover.
Nan Zhu quickly glanced down at the contents of the paper.
Soon, her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
The contents of the paper were exactly the solution that she and the other players needed most right now.
It's important to understand that they don't know the correct answers to the previous lesson. If they want to copy the entire test paper and the correct answers ten times, they must first find an NPC to get the correct answers, which carries considerable risk.
Adding the homework for this lesson, this is an impossible task.
Everything in this bizarre school is too normal and ordinary, but it is precisely this normal and ordinary teacher-student relationship that is most likely to make the players feel suffocated. If there is no good way to break the deadlock, they may face their death in the next class.
But now this note that fell from the sky has shown her a clear path.
[Interrupting this lesson.]
These five short words, however, were like a clearing of the clouds, instantly clearing Nan Zhu's mind.
[Author's Note]
My son is so annoying! This is the first time I've written a protagonist with this kind of personality. It's exciting.
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