Young classmates (3)
"It is impossible for students in our class to fall in love prematurely." The head teacher's voice was loud and clear.
The teacher standing at the front door wanted to go in, but was stopped by the head teacher. Several people discussed in a low voice in the aisle for a while.
At this time, a teacher wearing red armbands walked towards the toilet with his hands behind his back.
"The toilet smells like cigarettes. Who has cigarettes on them? Hand them over quickly, don't wait for me to search them."
The teacher in red sleeves was wearing a thick black suit, as if blending into the night. As soon as he came, his eyes were fixed on A'lie.
Ah Lie was leaning his elbows on the table, his fists resting on his forehead, his head lowered, and he was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.
The head teacher knocked on Alie's desk and said, "Stand up."
Alie uttered a hesitant "ah" and then stood up obediently.
The head teacher did a quick search and found nothing, so he spread his hands towards the teacher in red sleeves.
Ah Lie gave an innocent yet bitter smile.
"It's on him." The teacher in red sleeves' eyes suddenly turned to Baozi like a puppet.
Baozi cried out in injustice: "I didn't do that."
"Hand it over," the head teacher did not search Baozi's body, his tone revealed a hint of certainty.
Baozi reflexively touched the pocket of his school pants. There was a plastic object inside, which seemed to be... a lighter?
When did that bastard Alye stuff this deadly thing into his trouser pocket?
He also gave him wrong information, which almost caused him to lose his life.
Could it be that this damn old hand was using him as a pathfinder?
Maybe the seats can be changed, but the reason is definitely not just to do the exercises.
Damn it.
"I, this is what I use to light candles..." Baozi thought quickly.
"Light a candle? What are you going to do?" The head teacher took the lighter and threw it to the teacher in red armbands.
"If the school loses power, I... I'll keep some candles for everyone to light... It's just a backup, I don't plan to do anything else," Baozi said with tears in his eyes.
If he admits that smoking triggers the conditions for death, then he's done.
Mom, save me.
"Another excuse," the teacher in red sleeves sneered and left.
As he left, the other teachers who were gathered at the door of Class 2, Grade 3 also dispersed.
After these people left, the head teacher said, "Good students shouldn't have premature love affairs or smoke."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell for class rang, a short bell.
“Ding, ding…”
The head teacher laughed lightly and walked out of the classroom to the rhythm of the bell.
All the students returned to their seats and continued their evening study.
Su Liu pushed the finished test paper to Qi Fengling.
Qi Fengling took it and took a look. Except for the multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions, which were all written properly, Su Liu didn't touch the argumentation questions at all. He only wrote the answers to several large calculation questions and was too lazy to write the derivation process.
There were a few words written at the bottom of the test paper: Fill in this.
Qi Fengling smiled and took a pen to help Su Liu fill in the steps.
Su Liu took out the Chinese textbook, took notes of several required texts, and then started to do the Chinese test paper.
The second evening study session passed quickly.
During the break, Alie walked out of the classroom and went to the corridor to get some fresh air.
Baozi immediately chased after him.
"Why did you put the lighter on me?"
"It's just a lighter. The restroom supervisor won't do anything to you."
"Are your cigarettes a free gift when you buy a lighter? You can smoke one by one."
"...Haha," Ah grinned, with a look in his eyes that said, "You are quite smart, kid."
Baozi asked, "Why did that red-armed woman say 'it's the same excuse again'? How many people have you cheated using the same method?"
"I thought you weren't planning on forming an alliance with me, but you're surprisingly flexible," Ah Lie said, amused. "Alright, since you've reluctantly helped me, I'll briefly explain the rules... This escape game has nine levels. The higher the star rating, the higher the mortality rate. As far as I know, a four-and-a-half-star dungeon is a total annihilation dungeon, and a five-star dungeon is just a name."
"...The fact that you can come here means that you are dead in the real world. Only by clearing the dungeon can you obtain the corresponding points. With the points, you can rent a safe house. The way to leave this game and get a new life may be to clear the five-star dungeon, but no one has done it yet. Any other questions? Ask me while I'm in a good mood. Maybe if you wait a little longer, I'll change my mind," said A Lie.
"How many old players like you are stuck in the game? What are the conditions for you to pass the level?" Baozi raised two core questions.
What he wanted to ask was——
Is there a limit on the number of people who can complete the game? For example, if there are five people completing the task in this copy, then the maximum number of people who can complete the copy cannot exceed five?
If old players want to clear the dungeon, do they have to take the place of new players?
Ah Lie laughed mischievously, "If you don't believe me, you shouldn't ask me this question."
This sentence is obviously an obvious statement, no different from directly confirming Baozi's guess.
Baozi glanced at Alie warily and hurried back to the classroom.
After he sat down, he found that there seemed to be subtle changes in the people sitting in the classroom.
He didn't dare to be careless and started from the first column and looked through them one by one.
Finally, he discovered what was wrong.
Alie's deskmate has changed.
That is, He Qiang, who originally sat in the 7th seat in the 5th row, was replaced by a strange boy.
The boy had a face full of acne and seemed to sense that someone was looking at him. He looked warily in the direction of Baozi. His eyes were like those of a desperado and the compass in his hand was shining coldly.
Baozi shuddered.
He immediately turned his gaze away.
As luck would have it, this random glance allowed him to see He Qiang.
He Qiang was sitting in the 4th seat in the 6th row. When he saw him looking over, He Qiang gave him a confident smile.
Baozi understood instantly.
That desperado is also an old player.
But the old players are not the good seniors who are "willing to help others".
Could it be that He Qiang was fooled?
Baozi shook his head and looked away.
As he turned his body, the moment the table top collided with his front abdomen, he seemed to have thought of something and trembled all over... How could that old player switch seats with He Qiang?
Why can't he do it?
What's the difference?
Old player?
New player?
NPC?
Baozi was suddenly stunned.
If... old players can only exchange with new players, and new players can only exchange with NPCs, this logic seems to make sense.
To verify his guess, Baozi found his ally, Awu. He evaded the important issues and shared the clues he found with Awu for free. He also used moral blackmail on Awu, threatening her: "If you don't do anything, we will break up."
A Wu's position is different from Shi Wei's. In an emergency, he has almost no room to escape.
Ah Wu had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
He walked over to Alie and said, "Let me change seats with you."
At this moment, Alie was squinting at his new deskmate. When he heard Awu's voice, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Okay."
As he spoke, he took out a very simple multiple-choice question and showed it to A Wu.
After Ah Wu gave the answer, the two of them seemed to be fixed in place by some force.
"You are not allowed to change seats without permission," the monitor's voice suddenly rang out.
After these words, the mysterious power in the two of them quietly disappeared.
"Can't change seats? I can't change them? How could this happen? There must be something wrong," Baozi stared at the scene in a daze.
Before Baozi and Awu could react.
The bell for the third evening study session rang.
Qi Fengling returned the completed test paper to Su Liu and wrote three words in pencil on the blank space of the test paper: Little lazy bum.
Su Liu nudged Qi Fengling with her elbow and handed the Chinese paper to Qi Fengling.
Qi Fengling laughed out loud this time.
The Chinese language paper was even more excessive. Su Liu only wrote fill-in-the-blank questions on ancient poetry.
He also put a big cross on the reading comprehension question, obviously saying: This kind of question cannot be repeated, so there is no need to do it.
You write a few words and I write a few words.
They turned this boring study class into a little fun for them as a couple.
Time flies.
The bell that signals the end of evening self-study is a melodious piece of music.
Su Liu and Qi Fengling walked side by side on the way back to the dormitory.
"This one-and-a-half-star copy is quite easy," Su Liu said. "The homeroom teacher gave us hints twice, and the monitor gave us hints again. The clues are obvious. This is an educational copy."
The four people who entered this dungeon clearly have children, and either neglect their education or verbally abuse them. Therefore, this dungeon takes them back to their school days, asking them to experience what that felt like.
Most of my classmates are not poor, and they wear rich clothes and ride fat horses.
Who among our youthful classmates didn't have lofty ambitions? Who wasn't filled with anticipation for the future? But as we grew older, everything changed. Some rose to prominence, while others fell to the bottom...
Now, these people who have fallen to the bottom transfer their dissatisfaction with the status quo and their jealousy of the different circumstances of their peers onto their children, making their children feel inferior and inferior to other classmates at a young age.
Handing in an answer sheet that satisfies parents means that you have to get the same score as they want their children to get.
"That guy named A Wu is obviously a workaholic who performs for show. He looked like he was busy doing something after he sat down, but he only just now sorted out the paper he was supposed to do. Is his brain rusty?"
"That kid was actively trying to survive, but he didn't know it was his future self who was the one who was setting him up."
"He Qiang must have killed someone before entering this dungeon. I guess it was his wife."
"Shi Wei is hypocritical and untrustworthy. He is likely someone who goes back on his word."
Su Liu analyzed them one by one and finally concluded: "They can't pass."
Seats can be changed, but before passing customs, you can only change with people who are related to you.
These five empty seats are the way to survival provided by the game. Only those who sit in these seats have the entry ticket to the game.
"...My parents don't have any expectations of me. No matter how I score on the test, they think I'm a genius," Su Liu said. "People like me don't fit the underlying logic of this dungeon, so it doesn't treat me as a player, but as a tourist. As for your Fragment Building owner, the reason he has a player status is probably because deep down, you think your father is a childish child."
The ground suddenly twisted.
It was as if the dream was about to be shattered.
Qi Fengling said, "That's true. When I was young, I thought more than once that if I were my father, I would definitely do a better job than him in raising children."
"...What's wrong with you? Did anyone bully you when you were in your early twenties?" Su Liu keenly noticed that Qi Fengling seemed to be thinking of something unpleasant when he said this.
"Not really. At that time, someone wanted to buy the copyright of my first book, and when negotiating the contract, he hinted that I should accompany him for a drink. Drinking in the middle of the night? I'm afraid it's not that easy, so I rejected him. He didn't change his face, but just kindly reminded me... that with my appearance and lack of background, I would be at a disadvantage in the world of fame and fortune, and asked me to find a backer as soon as possible." Qi Fengling said, looking at Su Liu a little embarrassedly.
"...What do you mean? So...you're the one who's going all out, spreading rumors everywhere, saying you're mine? No wonder my grandfather called me so often during that time, earnestly advising me to be serious about relationships and not to take advantage of my wealth and power to play with others. He also said that their Liu family has never produced such shameless scum, and advised me to be careful. If I did something shameful like robbing innocent people, he wouldn't follow his comrades' example and protect his relatives. He would definitely put me in jail for the sake of justice...So it was you who did it?"
At that time, Su Liu also reflected on whether his affection for Qi Fengling was so obvious that everyone knew about it, otherwise why would even his busy grandfather give him ideological education classes every day.
Moreover, one example is given every day.
Once, when his grandfather heard his reply in a perfunctory tone, he was really upset.
He shouted loudly: Do you know that so-and-so was coerced by his bad friends and got involved in some heinous crime, and in the end his family had to step in to settle it for him. In fact, he was not the mastermind and did not do anything, but he was involved and could not escape...
Su Liu said calmly: "But Grandpa, my backer is the country. Even if someone wants to mess with me, they have to think carefully."
His grandfather was silent for a long time, and before hanging up the phone, he sighed deeply.
"As soon as they heard that I was your man, they were immediately scared, afraid of offending you, the notorious devil," Qi Fengling confessed.
"It seems that having a bad reputation is not a bad thing. At least it keeps your innocence." Su Liu said sarcastically.
Qi Fengling originally wanted to laugh, but seeing that Su Liu didn't seem to be joking with him, he forced himself to suppress his smile.
"Do you know how dangerous your behavior is? If the person you choose is not me, do you know what will happen?" Su Liu simply did not want to recall those intrigues anymore. This would force him to release the beast that he had locked up in his heart with great difficulty. If that happened, he would be sent to a military court again. This time, he was very sure that no one would save him.
There was something his grandfather said that was very true.
In their position, indulgence is common, and if they want to become the king, they must practice the way of "restraint".
"You are different from others," Qi Fengling said aggrievedly.
"Anyone who is human can't resist temptation...even me," Su Liu said calmly.
He recalled a time when he went to visit the set of his first work in his life. His original intention was to meet the original author and chat about the effect he wanted to present.
But when he arrived, he just glanced at an 18th-tier male supporting role in the crowd. Just a glance, and someone arranged for that person to take him there later...
On the way back, he didn't think too much about it. After all, he was too young at that time and was relatively naive about that matter. The person who arranged it said that the man had good driving skills, and he actually believed it, thinking that he was just talking about driving skills.
Therefore, after arranging the free driver, he leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Unexpectedly, the man kept hinting to him while driving, saying that he was not single and did not like Omegas like him. He even treated him as a bully who robbed and robbed people.
He found it amusing and deliberately teased the man, saying: That's great, I like married men.
The man suddenly burst into tears.
He felt disappointed and asked the man to get off the bus halfway.
At that time, he just thought that the man looked a bit like Qi Fengling. Just a glance at him caused so much trouble. Later, he rarely went out, and when he occasionally needed to socialize, he acted as if he didn't want to be approached by strangers.
I swear to God, he is not that kind of person.
later……
If I had known earlier...
Just help that person.
At most, the reputation will just be a little worse.
It’s no big deal.
Forget it. I don’t want to talk about it.
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