Chapter 29
As soon as he walked into the meeting room, Tong Ming keenly noticed that the atmosphere was not right.
The overhead chandelier cast a pale light. The deans sat around an oval conference table. The conference room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. As soon as Tong Ming came in, several glances were cast over him, falling directly on him.
"I'm sorry, the editorial office still has some things to deal with, so I'm late." Tong Ming didn't realize at this time that he was in big trouble, and walked in without any sense of crisis.
With a "bang".
The door behind him closed and locked automatically. Tong Ming shuddered and met Cen Xun's cold eyes. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.
"Dean Tong," Cen Xun's gloomy voice came from the main seat: "Could you please explain why this kind of thing appeared in the school newspaper?"
A newspaper was thrown at Tong Ming's feet. The bold and enlarged blood-red headline was so eye-catching, but in Tong Ming's eyes, it was like a death warrant.
When the principal got angry, the aura of the red-clothed ghost could no longer be suppressed. The deans were silent in the face of the principal's anger and wished they could evaporate into thin air.
Tong Ming's eyes were sweating. Under Cen Xun's death gaze, he slowly squatted down and carefully picked up the newspaper on the ground with two fingers. He stood there with his head lowered as if he knew he was wrong, and said weakly: "Brother, listen to my explanation."
"Call me Principal."
The puppet threads broke through the wind, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the granite tiles at Tong Ming's feet. Tong Ming shuddered, knowing that Cen Xun was extremely unhappy. He immediately tried to defend himself with a strong desire to survive, "Principal, I just wanted to prove my ability to you. Besides, our Nightmare University has only been established for less than a day, so it's really hard to find eye-catching news. That's why I was a little bold in my selection of materials, finding the most appealing one among the limited events."
Cen Xun sneered coldly, "If you love writing gossip so much, why don't you write your own gossip? I think you just want to write it yourself."
Tong Ming had known Cen Xun for so many years, so he knew how vindictive Cen Xun was. He had acted so ruthlessly this time, and if he didn't let Cen Xun vent his anger, he would never have an easy time in the future. So before completely angering Cen Xun, Tong Ming punished himself first: "The principal is right! As the dean of the School of Media and editor-in-chief of the campus newspaper, I should lead by example and contribute my own gossip when there is no news to write!"
Tong Ming's voice was full of energy, as if he was saying something very righteous: "Don't worry, Principal, tomorrow my dark story of trying to spy on a human couple and getting chased by a guard dog and falling into a stinking ditch will be spread throughout the school!"
Deans of all the universities: ""
Rong Tianchang, who was sitting at the end of the seat: ""
Rong Tianchang's eyes were dull, and he wanted to bury his head under the table. Who was he? Where was he? Why did he come to a gathering of weird people? Was he really allowed to listen to all this weird gossip?
I hope he won’t be silenced tomorrow!
Rong Tianchang waited with bated breath for a long while before he heard the principal's slightly warmer voice coming from the main seat: "Sit down."
It seemed that he had gotten away with it. Tong Ming breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed gently and sat down on the first seat to the right of Cen Xun, not daring to make another sound.
"Since this is your first offense, I'll let it go this time," Cen Xun flipped through the meeting briefs and said without raising his eyelids, "If you do it again, I'll rip your eyes out and hang them at the school gate as a welcoming lantern."
The image was so vivid that Tong Ming felt a faint phantom pain in his eyes. He immediately said obediently, "I understand, Principal."
Cen Xun's anger subsided a little, and the atmosphere finally relaxed.
"The reason for calling the deans to a meeting today is mainly for two things."
Cen Xun's voice returned to calm. "First of all, the deans should have known by now that I have recruited a new dean for Nightmare University, Dean Tong."
"Dean Tong is the director of Qianmu Television. From now on, he will serve as the dean of the School of Media and editor-in-chief of the campus newspaper. I believe his joining will inject new vitality into Nightmare University."
The deans spontaneously applauded to express their welcome. For a moment, the applause was enthusiastic. Rong Tianchang also clapped numbly. He seemed to be still alive, but in fact he had been gone for a while.
He could understand the principal's behavior of recruiting a new dean, but where did the principal recruit this director of Qianmu TV Station?
It seems like only one night has passed since Teacher Cen had his showdown with the old principal last night, not a week?
Tong Ming stood up with a smile and nodded politely to everyone around him. The new dean had a gentle and shy smile, and looked handsome and harmless. He didn't look like a tough guy at all.
Rong Tianchang couldn't help but fall into thought. What did the principal see in Dean Tong? Just now, I seemed to hear Dean Tong call the principal "brother". Could it be that Dean Tong was related to someone?
After the applause died down, Cen Xun, who was in the main seat, continued, "The second thing is also the main purpose of holding this meeting today."
"Just a few hours ago, I received an official notice that the next round of open days will be in seven days, when a new batch of students will be admitted."
Cen Xun tapped the notebook on the table. "In other words, within seven days, we must complete the infrastructure of Nightmare University, formulate effective rules and regulations, strive to maximize profits, and squeeze more points from students."
Cen Xun glanced at the slightly surprised pale faces of the various deans and said calmly, "I now have a preliminary idea about how to operate it."
"Referring to the previous university model, Nightmare University may also continue to use the credit system."
"Credit system?" Tong Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed his train of thought: "You want to issue those open-ended tasks. Although there are no mandatory requirements, you will use points to entice students to take the initiative to complete them?"
Cen Xun nodded. "Yes, I will classify the difficulty of the tasks. Students can choose the difficulty of the tasks themselves, and tasks of different difficulty levels will earn different points."
"In order to ensure the minimum amount of points earned and stimulate a sense of urgency among players, encouraging them to work harder to achieve their goals, I also plan to introduce a last-place elimination system. Students with low scores will be eliminated directly, while students with high scores will receive rewards."
Cen Xun smiled slightly, and her beautiful face with the smile was so dazzling that it seemed like the goddess of beauty had descended. Rong Tianchang, who was sitting at the last seat, felt a chill when he saw it.
Unlike the Dean, whose eyes were gradually becoming excited, Rong Tianchang, as a player, felt truly terrified! A group of monsters were discussing how to drain the players of their bones and marrow, draining their fear and flesh to gain the most points. And he, a traitor among the players, was sitting in the middle of them, witnessing the establishment of a murderous domain.
Woo woo woo, this is so scary, mom, I want to go home.
But Rong Tianchang suddenly realized that he was a traitor among the players, so what was he afraid of?
Then Rong Tian suddenly realized and felt relieved. He no longer felt afraid when he heard the dangerous remarks made by the principal. Instead, he felt a strange sense of excitement.
Yes, yes, that’s how we play it, play them to death!
Cen Xun's idea was very feasible. The deans of various colleges could not sit still and asked questions to Cen Xun one after another.
Dean Li of the School of Architectural Environment said, "President, how should we manage the new students? Furthermore, how should we assign them majors? Should we allow them to choose freely?"
Cen Xun curled his lips maliciously: "Just force them to choose a major. If they want to change their major, let them exchange credits."
Tong Ming, who had just offended him, immediately gave him a thumbs-up and flattered him furiously: "When it comes to cheating people, you're the best, Principal."
Cen Xun ignored him and lowered his head to flip through his notebook. "Besides the student loss rate during the task, the elimination rate in class also needs to be within a certain range. Whether a student can answer questions correctly after being called on, and whether they have violated classroom rules can all be used as criteria for eliminating students."
The deans began to take notes.
Dean Cheng of the Law School then spoke up: "So what role should our former students play in this?"
Cen Xun thought for a moment and said, "Let's create atmosphere and escape NPCs. To ensure the safety of our students, the weak ones will act as atmosphere, faking their deaths to scare the players, while the strong ones will act as NPCs, permanently stationed in chase scenes."
"Rong Tianchang was completely convinced by the principal.
"Okay, these are my preliminary ideas. Do the deans have anything to add?" Cen Xun asked his deans calmly.
Tong Ming raised his hand. "Principal, I have a question. If students with high credits can receive rewards, what kind of rewards should we give? We at Nightmare University are broke right now, so it seems we don't have anything good to offer, right?"
"Good question," Cen Xun closed his notebook and said gently, "Dean Tong, then please give me a feasible plan for getting something for nothing tomorrow."
Tong Ming: ""Fuck, what a feasible plan to get something for nothing.
Sure enough, he is still holding a grudge!
Cen Xun then turned to the other deans, "Tomorrow, all of you deans must submit an operational plan for each department. Each department must submit no fewer than twenty graded tasks, broken down into specific personnel and task lines, and the corresponding reward credits must also be clearly stated."
The pressure suddenly fell on the other deans, who gritted their teeth and took on this arduous task: "Yes, Principal."
"And..." Cen Xun pointed to the two deans: "Dean Shi of the School of Arts, Dean Li of the School of Architecture and Environment, the two of you will stay for a while to discuss the school emblem, admission letter, and the design of the school building."
He then pointed at Rong Tianchang: "Rong, you stay here too. I have something to consult you about later."
Rong Tianchang was suddenly called out, and he had no idea that he had something to do in it, so he nodded blankly.
The other deans left in a hurry, leaving only Tong Ming, Rong Tianchang, and the deans of the two academies.
Cen Xun glanced at Tong Ming and asked, "Why don't you go write a plan?"
Tong Ming squinted his eyes and smiled: "Principal, I have something else I want to ask you."
Cen Xun didn't chase him away, but just said, "Wait until I finish my work first."
After saying that, Cen Xun turned to Rong Tianchang and said, "Mr. Rong, I kept you here because I wanted to ask you, from a player's perspective, do you think my plan is feasible?"
Rong Tianchang felt a sense of dread as if he were suddenly being questioned by the teacher, and subconsciously gave a generic answer to fool the teacher: "Ah? Are you asking me? I, I think it's great."
Cen Xun said calmly, "What's good about it? Tell me more about it."
"That's right," Rong Tianchang scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "Principal, your ideas are already very advanced. I don't have anything to add. I'll just briefly talk about my thoughts after listening to you."
Cen Xun nodded slightly.
Rong Tianchang briefly summarized his thoughts: "First, if I were a new player, the credit system would indeed make it easier for me to feel involved, because university credits are also very important in our country. Introducing the concept of a credit system will definitely be easier for players to accept."
"Then there's the tiered difficulty level. I think your idea is a great one. After all, some players are just too timid to complete difficult missions, so let them play on the easier levels. Anyway, if it were me, if I couldn't defeat the boss all the time, I'd probably quit the game in a rage."
At this point, Rong Tianchang couldn't help but sigh, "Principal, you really understand human nature. Anything changes its nature once competition arises. Even if I can't be the best player, if you tell me that the worst player will be eliminated, then even someone as insignificant as me will definitely find a way to win like crazy."
"If you ask me what the problem is," Rong Tianchang hesitated and frowned. "It's like this, Principal. The player community has a forum where they can exchange strategies. If players bring strategies into the school, the difficulty of the missions you designed will be greatly reduced."
Cen Xun seemed to be thinking about it: "Is that so? Okay, I will pay attention to it."
Tong Ming finally couldn't sit still anymore. His occupational disease kicked in. He pulled out a microphone from somewhere and stood up to interview Rong Tianchang: "Hey, classmate, what kind of rewards do real-world games usually give players after completing a level?"
Rong Tianchang didn't understand why he was suddenly being interviewed, and racked his brains to answer, "It's about props, food, health potions, poison, card draws, suits, buffs, favorability, new plots, and so on."
Tong Ming pointed the microphone at himself: "Which reward do you like best?"
Then he put the microphone close to Rong Tianchang's mouth again.
Rong Tianchang: "That's hard to say. Anyway, since it's a reward, I will like it."
"No, that's not right," Tong Ming's eyes flashed with gossip and excitement. "I know what you like most, Rong. Your favorite reward is favorability. Because when the favorability reaches a certain value, you can control the game character to perform your favorite naughty behavior, right?"
Rong Tianchang widened his eyes and sweated profusely: ""
No, when did his secret act of playing with butter late at night get exposed?
And Dean Tong, why did you say it out loud in public? Why is it that such a handsome and normal looking young man is so perverted inside!
Cen Xun coughed lightly and helped Rong, who was looking shy, to get out of the predicament: "Rong, please go out first."
Rong Tianchang almost fled in panic.
Tong Ming looked at Rong Tianchang's back, and wiped the microphone with a look of unsatisfied feeling: "What a pity, we could have dug up more information."
Cen Xun turned away expressionlessly and discussed the design of the school emblem and admission letter with the other two deans.
Logically speaking, the school emblem must be designed first before proceeding to produce the admission letter.
When it came to choosing the elements for the school emblem, Dean Shi didn't dare to make the decision on his own and first asked his immediate superior for his opinion.
Cen Xun thought for a moment and said, "I want to make it a little more evil, more restrained, and more distinctive."
Dean Shi: "Can you be more specific?"
Without mentioning specific requirements, just saying that you want an evil feeling, Principal, what is the difference between you and the unreasonable Party A?
Cen Xun finally added some useful advice: "Add silk thread and eyes."
Tong Ming squeezed next to Cen Xun and enthusiastically joined in the discussion: "Brother, do the eyes represent me?"
Dean Tong was deeply moved again. Although Fourth Brother had a bad temper and was vindictive, he still remembered me in his heart. Look! He even designed the school emblem with me in mind!
Cen Xun coldly pushed him away and casually shattered his unrealistic fantasy: "It just represents our cooperation with Qianmu TV. From now on, every time a new dean joins, I will add a new element representing them to the school emblem."
Tong Ming was greatly disappointed and angrily asked, "Why! Why does everyone have it again?"
Cen Xun: "If you keep acting pretentiously, I'll throw you out."
Tong Ming regained his normal tone in a second: "Come to think of it, why do you want to add silk thread? The silk thread is your body."
Cen Xun didn't give a definite answer: "It should be."
"What do you mean by 'should'?" Tong Ming asked curiously, "Don't you know what your true form looks like?"
Cen Xun narrowed his eyes, recalling the memory before the nightmare ruler interrupted his awakening last night: "I vaguely remember that silk threads emerged from my body and wrapped me in a cocoon. Afterwards, I didn't fully awaken, and I have no idea what I would become after I broke out of the cocoon."
Tong Ming was surprised: "Huh, you haven't fully awakened yet?"
Cen Xun: "Can't your all-seeing thousand eyes see it?"
Tong Ming also felt very regretful about this: "Yes, after you entered the flesh wall on the rostrum, a strong energy blocked you and I couldn't see."
Cen Xun curled his lips and said, "I encountered a bug at the time, and the old principal helped me interrupt my awakening, so that I could maintain my sanity."
Tong Ming sighed: "Then you are really good at finding bugs, brother, you are simply the king of bugs. I pay my respects to you."
"Okay, let's get back to business," Tong Ming clapped his hands and said seriously, "If it's just silk thread, I don't think it's eye-catching enough. The eyes will easily overshadow the main subject. Why not just draw the butterfly as the main part?"
Cen Xun didn't understand: "Why a butterfly?"
Tong Ming smiled and said, "Weren't you about to break out of your cocoon? Maybe you would have emerged as a beautiful butterfly?"
Cen Xun's face was expressionless: "Imagination."
Tong Ming persevered in trying to convince him: "Brother, just tell me, two eyes embedded in a butterfly's wings, is that evil enough, is it Cthulhu enough?"
"And the butterfly also symbolizes the butterfly effect you brought about," Tong Ming said enthusiastically. "Isn't it because you accidentally fell from the building at the beginning and discovered that something was wrong with the world that you caused so many chain reactions in Nightmare University?"
"When a butterfly flaps its wings, a tiny gust of air can bring about a huge storm in another world."
Tong Ming clapped his hands and sighed, "It's absolutely amazing. Brother, let me tell you, your true form must be a butterfly!"
Cen Xun thought about it and felt that changing the silk thread into a butterfly would indeed be more eye-catching. However, there was a problem. If his awakened form in the future was not a butterfly, but a spider, moth, insect, or something like that, it would be very embarrassing.
Tong Ming put the microphone to his lips and repeated it in Cen Xun's ear, brainwashing him non-stop: "It must be a butterfly! It must be a butterfly! It must be a butterfly!"
"Enough!" Cen Xun was annoyed by the noise. Why did he bring back such an annoying thing? As the old saying goes, the freer the thing, the more expensive it is. When you think you have got a bargain, the actual picture will slap you in the face.
Forget it. Tong Ming was mentally abnormal to begin with, and his mind became even more abnormal after he turned into a monster. What else can we do? We can only forgive him.
Cen Xun turned to Dean Shi and said, "Just draw like the butterfly. The school emblem and the admission letter should be mainly black and white. No need to add any other colors."
Dean Shi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.
Cen Xun then said to Dean Li, "Go and spruce up the school gate. Make it a little more eerie and sinister, but also a little more impressive. Oh, and remember to leave a spot for the big school emblem."
Dean Li: "Ah?"
After the client has completed the project, does he start to make trouble for the architect?
The real evil one is actually you, Principal!
Dean Li had fought with Cen Xun several times during the cycle, and now he seriously suspected that the principal was trying to make things difficult for him, but he had no evidence, so he could only leave with his helmet on, shaking his head and sighing.
After everyone left, Tong Ming finally told Cen Xun what he wanted to say: "Brother, have you received the official notice? Why haven't I received it?"
Cen Xun frowned slightly: "You didn't receive the official notice?"
Tong Ming shook his head.
Cen Xun opened his system panel, clicked on the activity page, and then showed Tong Ming his panel.
Cen Xun scrolled down to the event: "Look at this one. C-level and below Ghost Domains are automatically participating in this event. Your Qianmu TV station should have already participated by default."
Tong Ming was furious: "Damn it! Why didn't the officials even ask for my opinion?"
Cen Xun: "Let me remind you, before I contacted you, you were confused and couldn't even speak. Moreover, you didn't have any hands, so you couldn't operate it."
Tong Ming: “”It seems to make sense.
Cen Xun: "The authorities are still very humane in this regard."
Tong Ming took a long time to utter, "That's a problem, isn't it said that high-level monsters can also lose their minds?"
Cen Xun was really stumped by the question.
He was able to maintain his sanity because of the old principal's restraint, but what about other high-level monsters? How can they join this activity?
The two of them were silent for a moment, and Tong Ming said sheepishly, "Is it possible that the pollution they've suffered isn't as severe as yours? So even if they fully awaken, they'll still retain a little bit of human thinking?"
It was destined that he would never find the answer to this question. Cen Xun didn't dwell on it too much. He stood up and left, saying, "Remember to write a plan."
"Wait a minute," Tong Ming caught up with him, still holding the campus newspaper that had upset Cen Xun. His eyes were filled with curiosity. "Brother, can I ask you why did Feng say such last words?"
Cen Xun looked down expressionlessly at the newspaper in Tong Ming's hand.
[Gossip]: The first step to a promotion is to kill your beloved! But that night, when he made up his mind to kill her husband to prove his truth, her husband said this to him.
Part of the text reads as follows:
Oh my god! What a heartbreaking scene!
Before being killed by his wife, the husband seemed to know his fate was coming. His eyes were filled with deep reluctance and warnings. After bleeding out, he lay in a pool of blood. His last words seemed particularly heavy: "My dear, after I leave, you must wear the clothes I put together for you in the wardrobe. That is my last love. If you don't wear them, I will die with regrets."
His words were filled with care, but at this moment, they could no longer move his cold lover. Between love and pain, this special entrustment was like a sad elegy, echoing at the end of the tragedy.
Such a tragic ending makes us reflect deeply on the importance of not being obsessed with love and recognizing the person you sleep with. Life is so short, I hope every scumbag will be treated cruelly.
Cen Xun's evaluation of this is that it is divine gold.
Of course, the real situation was not as exaggerated as Tong Ming exaggerated. After Feng Jihan told Cen Xun to be careful of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau, he suddenly said there was one more thing.
Cen Xun lowered his head to listen, and then heard Feng Jihan holding his last breath, breathing low and speaking intermittently.
"After I die, can you continue to wear the clothes I put together for you in the closet?"
Cen Xun never expected that Feng Jihan's last words would be about such a trivial matter. He scolded him. Feng Jihan failed to persuade him and was scolded. He took his last breath sadly and reluctantly.
It's that simple.
Cen Xun pressed his brows in pain as he heard Tong Ming start his conspiracy theory: "Brother, what's in your closet? Why does he insist on you wearing his matching clothes? There must be something fishy going on!"
Cen Xun sneered: "Why do you care what that mad dog is thinking? He has always been like this. His brain circuits are abnormal."
Tong Ming wasn't satisfied with such a simple explanation. He was a reporter! As a reporter, how could he not get to the bottom of the truth?
Tong Ming suddenly had an idea and suggested: "Brother, since we can't do anything right now, why don't we go back to your house? I want to see your wardrobe~"
A vein on his forehead throbbed, and Cen Xun could no longer endure it and said, "Tong Ming, that's enough."
Tong Ming held his head in agony, nearly tearing his scalp off with anxiety. "But I really want to know what secrets are hidden in the closet, and my Thousand Eyes can't see it! If I can't see it, I won't be able to write the plan tonight, tomorrow night, or the night after that!"
""
Cen Xun once again doubted why he recruited Tong Ming in the first place.
I regret it, really.
In the end, Cen Xun agreed to let Tong Ming take him back. In fact, even if Tong Ming didn't say it, Cen Xun had planned to go back home.
From now on, Cen Xun will definitely have to live in the teacher dormitory of Nightmare University, so he has to move back some of his favorite things from home.
Moreover, Cen Xun also wanted to see with his own eyes what the outside of the school looked like and explore whether there were other strange areas around Nightmare University.
A school bus was allocated for private use, and Dean Tong temporarily took over the driver's position and drove the principal out of the school.
Cen Xun rested his elbows on the car window, turned his head to look at the black fog outside the school, his eyes were dim, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Tong Ming immediately said angrily, "Are you thinking about him again?"
Cen Xun retracted his gaze and denied, "No."
"Don't deny it," Tong Ming said sarcastically, "Even if you really say you miss him, I will never laugh at you."
Cen Xun ignored his subtle hints and said calmly, "I was just wondering if he would come back to life after I left his body in the bedroom before I left."
"Rounding off is just wishful thinking!" Tong Ming smiled maliciously: "What if he really comes back to life? What are you going to do?"
"Then kill again."
Cen Xun stared at his fingers indifferently. The black and white puppet threads were wrapped around his fingertips, surging with danger like a poisonous snake.
"Since you like resurrection so much, I will take his body back and grind it into dust."
"Really? I don't believe it," Tong Ming sighed and said sincerely, "Brother, I really hope the dean of our medical school can find a way to cure you."
Before he could finish his words, he was hit hard on the head.
"Drive your car."
Tong Ming swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth in grievance. Honest advice is always unpleasant to the ears, and his brother was a tyrant.
He should think about what secrets are hidden in the closet.
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