Before entering the game, Wang Xingkong was an ordinary college student in Longguo.
He has been studying diligently, from elementary school to junior high school, to high school, and then to college. He studies and studies again, takes exams again, and lives under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in Longguo has lived like this, and everything is normal.
He likes the two-dimensional world, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn't dare to play them himself, he dares to watch other anchors play them... He used to like a anchor on Bilibili. The anchor's ID was Ming An, a technical anchor who never showed his face. He liked to watch this anchor beat ghosts and make them scream. This anchor's live broadcast had accompanied him through many nights when he had to make up for his homework.
…Then since entering the world game, he realized that something was wrong.
Why do the voices of this legendary number one player and that anchor are so similar!
Then combine the names of the two.
It was as if he had discovered something.
He suddenly felt as if he had found a great person and immediately paid attention to Su Mingan's deeds. He saw the video that went viral on the world forum.
The young man in the picture faced Mizushima Kawai, smiled, and inserted his hand directly into his chest, spilling blood all over the ground.
The surging phantom fire that suddenly surged in those eyes made people breathless for a moment.
Wang Xingkong suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Until the beginning of the Third World, he still found it hard to believe it—even though the First Guild had officially announced its death and started training a new first player.
With full of doubts, he entered the third world - the campus world.
He opened his eyes and felt the warm breeze from the hot summer. The electric fan above his head made a noisy "squeaking" sound. The mark of the red pen was smudged on the exercise book in front of him. The hypnotic sound of the teacher's microphone came from the stage. As soon as he entered such a scene, he subconsciously began to feel drowsy... This is probably the instinct of students.
But soon, the system prompt sounded:
【Welcome all players to the third world!】
【World name: Campus · Mingxi Middle School】
[Basic mission for all players: Survive and live to the fifth day]
[Advanced task: Play your role well and become an excellent "good student" in the eyes of the teacher. ]
【Perfect clearance: guess the secret behind Mingxi Middle School.】
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"Don't do useless work. The 49 rule of the college entrance examination: 40% of the test points are frequently tested and must be tested, and the scores account for 90% of the college entrance examination paper. We must understand the outline thoroughly and not use the tactic of doing a sea of questions. Many of you think that you can relax after practicing questions after the first mock exam, but it is not the case at all. You will still make mistakes when you are supposed to make mistakes..."
There was a middle-aged Chinese teacher on the stage. He had deep eyes, moth-shaped eyebrows, a worried look, a thin body, and thick knuckles. He was obviously a Chinese teacher, but the sinister look in his eyes made Wang Xingkong instinctively alert. Although what the teacher said was a little too familiar, he still could not ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.
He opened his book and saw the name written on the title page was "Wang Han", not his name. He was wearing a summer school uniform that matched his size - he was now a student of this school.
...I heard that there will be about a hundred players in each copy, and they may become members of this school like me.
He paid attention to the expressions of other people, and sure enough, there were some "students" with strange expressions. It was obvious that these were players who had just entered the world like himself.
“——Now let’s start our weekly writing practice.” The Chinese teacher suddenly took out a stack of composition papers from the podium.
Wang Xingkong wiped the sweat off his face and his scalp began to tingle.
——He was a science student, and a science student who was extremely biased. Although his English was passable, Chinese was a devilish subject that crushed him. Every time he wrote an essay, it was like he was constipated, and he only squeezed out a few words after a long time. In the end, he only got a score of more than 20 in the college entrance examination.
"There is still no limit to the topic, and the main focus is argumentative essays. The content must be positive and uplifting. You can refer to the materials in your accumulation notebook." The Chinese teacher started handing out composition papers.
Wang Xingkong noticed that several players had become stiff. Some of them couldn't even hold a pen skillfully, while others stared at the cover of the book in a daze, as if they hadn't figured out the situation yet.
Wang Xingkong resisted the discomfort of writing an essay - he had been in college for more than three years, and he didn't even remember how to write an essay for the college entrance examination. But when he thought of the teacher's requirement that the content be "positive and upbeat", he finally squeezed out a few words:
【I like going to school and reading very much. I am happy to go to school. I am a happy student. I believe that people need to face everything positively. I am also very positive about reading and learning. Only in this way can I be a useful person to myself, my parents, the school and the society. Lu Xun said: "We must work hard to grow up." Chairman Mao said that young people are the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. I want to live up to expectations, I want to grow up and become a talent, I want to work harder and be more positive...】
He couldn't write any more.
He was afraid of being torn to pieces alive by the scary-looking Chinese teacher.
As soon as the bell rang, the paper was passed up, and his eyes were somewhat desperate.
"We will start reviewing in the next class." The Chinese teacher pushed his glasses and left the classroom with a stack of composition papers.
The classroom suddenly became lively after class, with people moving around and chatting. Many people collapsed on their desks and fell asleep. Senior high school students really need to seize every bit of time to catch up on sleep.
Wang Xingkong wiped the sweat off his face from writing the composition, and walked to the corridor. He saw that the room’s address was [Senior Grade 3 (4) Class], located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There were many students resting in the corridor to enjoy the view. They looked like NPCs.
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