Chapter 219 Chapter 217 "╭ (￣︶￣)ψ"
As Mo Yan spoke, he wanted to imitate the "first player" and find a seat to sit down.
He just counted the number of people, and there were exactly 30. Thirty people were assigned 30 positions, and this position should be prepared for them.
The seats near the first player had been taken, so Mo Yan found a seat on the outside and wanted to sit down.
"Don't sit down yet." Su Mingan pressed his shoulder: "There is a problem."
"Ah? But the great god is sitting here..." Mo Yan is not blind.
In fact, any player with a bit of observation could see the suspicious hoop on the seat.
But the first player sat down.
The first player who will never go the wrong way sits down.
Therefore, just follow the first player and you will be absolutely right.
Many people followed the first player to sit down, but they were wary of the hoop on the armrest and did not foolishly put their hands on it. Some people would rather stand aside, their vigilance was higher than their trust in the first player.
Lin Jiang is one of them.
Although she was now extremely timid, as if the slightest movement would startle her, she just stood in the corner with her head down, and no one dared to approach her.
All of them are possessed by NPCs, and their faces are the NPCs'.
If Lin Jiang had not met Mo Yan at night, and Mo Yan had not recognized the blood-red mark she used and reported her skills loudly, no one else would have known that she was Lin Jiang.
This resulted in...the seemingly harmless Lin Jiang becoming the target of public criticism.
Su Mingan looked at this scene. He watched the players choose their respective positions, as if he saw people's different stances.
Some followed the fake first player to sit down, some stood aside in silence, some chose to huddle together and whisper, and some huddled in the corner without raising their heads.
Mo Yan stood beside him, hesitantly looked at the "First Player" who was resting with his eyes closed, then hesitantly looked at the kind elder brother beside him, but chose not to move.
...The eldest brother hasn’t sat down yet, so how can he sit first?
Since the eldest brother said he didn’t want to sit, then he wouldn’t sit!
Mo Yan stood still.
He heard a very crisp sound of footsteps.
Loud and clear, like glass hitting glass, after that sound that seemed isolated from the human voice appeared, everyone stopped talking at the same time.
The "First Player" sitting on the soft chair opened his eyes slightly and looked outside the door in a pretentious manner.
A man wearing a thick mask and black sunglasses, and a white coat as wide as a sack, whose face and figure could not be seen clearly, walked slowly down the stairs holding a lamp.
...This should be the key NPC of this copy.
Facing the gazes of thirty people, the man walked up to the podium and placed the glass lamp in his hand on the podium. In the dark vision, the candlelight became the only bright color in front of him.
"——My dear thirty students, welcome to the White Sand Paradise."
The man suddenly spoke in a hoarse and low voice.
"Today is your first day here."
"Morning has come, and evening has passed, and I am glad of it. You are all punctual—and did you sleep well last night, my dear children?"
He suddenly asked a question, as if waiting for someone to answer.
It was silent.
The dust in the air swirled in the light, the strange figure stood beside the podium, and the flame in the lamp was like a dancing elf.
In the darker vision, the firelight traced on his white mask.
"I slept well."
In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.
The "number one player" who was the focus of all attention sat upright on the soft chair, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
"The master is just different, so calm..." Mo Yan, who was hiding nearby and trying to lower his presence, exclaimed in a low voice.
Su Mingan: “…”
"Now that you have had a good rest, let's get ready to start - the morning light has come, my children." The strange man continued, his tone rising a degree, as if he was getting excited.
"First, please sit in your seats," he said.
At the same time, digital signs were erected on the backs of thirty soft chairs.
Number one, up to number thirty.
Others also noticed this scene. They talked to each other and walked towards their numbered seats.
"Eh? After all, I have to sit down... I remember I was number three..." Mo Yan looked at the others who started to move, and immediately went to find his seat marked number three.
Su Mingan stood there, not moving.
"Brother, you said last night that you were number one, right? Number one is over there." Mo Yan pointed to a seat close to the podium.
And at this moment, Mo Yan discovered something was wrong.
Another player sat in seat number one.
"Brother, someone has taken your seat..." Mo Yan turned his head to look at Su Mingan.
Su Mingan still didn't move.
He didn't even know his number.
He didn't know if this had anything to do with the role he played, but he certainly hadn't received any notification of his number. When Mo Yan mentioned this last night, he had also made up a number, one.
...But now it seems that the truth is about to be revealed.
"You go sit down first, I'll look for it."
He ignored Mo Yan to avoid attracting other people's attention.
He pretended that he had not found the seat corresponding to his number and looked around the seats. When everyone was seated, he found a seat that had been left out and sat down.
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