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Before Wang Xingkong entered the game, he was an ordinary college student in Long Country.

He has been working diligently to school, from elementary school to junior high school, high school, and then to university. He studied and studied, took exams and took exams, and lived under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in Long Country has been through this, and everything seems so ordinary.

He likes two-dimensional, virtual anchors, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn't dare to play, he dares to watch other anchors play... He used to like an anchor, whose ID is Ming'an, a technical anchor who never shows his face. He likes to watch this anchor screaming ghosts. The anchor's screen recording and live broadcast have accompanied him through many nights of making up for homework.

...And since he entered the world game, he realized something was wrong.

Why does the legendary first player have such a similar voice to that anchor!

Combining the names of both.

He seemed to have discovered something.

He suddenly felt a sense of surprise that he had reached his thighs, and immediately paid attention to Su Mingan's deeds. After learning about all of them, he began to doubt that this person was really a native student?

Then, he saw the video that was uploading crazy on the World Forum.

The young man in the picture faced Mizushima Kawaso, smiled and inserted his hand directly into his chest, and blood spilled all over the floor.

The sudden surging fantasy fire in the eyes made people breathless for a moment.

Wang Xingkong was suddenly unable to breathe.

Until the third world began, he still couldn't believe that the scene he saw had actually happened - although the First Guild had officially announced his death and began to cultivate new first players.

With full of doubts, he entered the Third World - a campus world.

He opened his eyes and immediately felt the warm wind from the scorching summer heat. The electric fan made a noisy "squeak" sound on his head. The mark of the red pen was blurred into a ball on the homework book in front of him. The sound of the teacher's hypnotic microphone came from the stage. As soon as he entered such a scene, he subconsciously began to fall asleep... This was probably the instinct of the students.

But soon, the system prompt sounded:

[Welcome to the third world!]

[World Name: Campus·Mingxi Middle School]

[Basic mission of all players: Survive, live until the fifth day]

[Advanced task: Play your own role well and become an excellent "good student" in the eyes of teachers.]

【Perfect Passing: Inferring the Secrets behind Mingxi Middle School.】

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"Don't do useless work. The rules of the college entrance examination: 40% of the test sites are often tested, and the required test questions account for 90% of the college entrance examination papers. We must understand the outline thoroughly and not use the tactic of the question sea. Many of you think it will be easier to keep practicing the questions after the first mock exam. In fact, it is not at all. What should be wrong or the wrong thing..."

There was a middle-aged Chinese teacher on the stage. He had deep eyes and eyebrows, a sad face, thin body, and thick knuckles. He was obviously a Chinese teacher, but his sinister eyes made Wang Xingkong instinctively wary. Although what the teacher said was too familiar, he could not ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.

He opened his book and the name on the title page was "Wang Han", not his name. He was wearing a summer school uniform that matched the size. This should be a world with initial identity from the beginning, unlike the previous apocalypse and science fiction that came to the world like an outsider - he is now a student of this school.

...I heard that there will be about a hundred players in each dungeon, and they may become members of this school like themselves.

He paid attention to the expressions of others. Sure enough, there were some "students" with something wrong. It was obvious that these were the players who had just entered the world like him.

"——Now we start practicing writing every week." Teacher Guowen suddenly took out a stack of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xingkong began to explode with sweat while wiping his scalp.

——He is a science student, and an extremely skewed science student. Although he is still good at English, Chinese is simply a devilish subject that puts him on the ground and presses him down. Every time he writes the essay like constipation, he squeezes out a little word count for half a day, and only gets more than twenty sympathy points in the final college entrance examination.

"There is still no limit on the topic, mainly argumentative essays, and the content is required to be positive. You can refer to the materials you have accumulated in the book." Teacher Guowen ignored his ideas and started to distribute essay papers directly.

Wang Xingkong noticed that several players' figures became stiffer. Some of them were not even skilled in holding pens, and some were staring at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they hadn't figured out the situation yet.

The composition paper was sent from front to back, and Wang Xingkong endured the discomfort of writing compositions - he had been in college for more than three years, and he still remembered how to write the college entrance examination composition. But when he thought of the teacher's request for "positiveness", he finally squeezed out a few sentences:

[I like going to school very much and reading very much. I am happy to go to school. I think being a person needs to be positive and face everything. I am also very positive about reading and learning, so that I can be a person who is useful to myself, parents, school, and society. Lu Xun once said: "We must work hard to grow." The Chairman said that young people are the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. If I live up to expectations, I want to grow and become a talent, I must work harder and more positive...]

He couldn't continue writing any more.

He was afraid that he would be torn to life by the Chinese teacher who seemed terrible.

As soon as the bell rang, the paper was uploaded, and his eyes were a little desperate.

"We will start commenting in the next class." Teacher Guowen pushed his glasses and left the classroom with a stack of composition papers.

The classroom suddenly became lively during the end of get out of class. Many people slumped on the table and started to sleep. Senior high school students really had to hurry up and take a little bit of time to make up for their sleep.

Wang Xingkong wiped away the sweat of being squeezed by the composition and slipped out first. He walked to the corridor and saw that the door number of this room was [Class 3 (4)], located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There were many students who came out to see the scenery in the corridor, and they looked like NPC.

The noise rang throughout the area, and the communication between students was densely heard. He held the railing and looked down, and saw the playground and sand pit in the distance, as well as the dormitory building and canteen. This looked like an accommodation-style school.

He wanted to inquire about the news, but he also felt it was too strange to ask "where is this". Since the basic task is "survival", this shows that this seemingly peaceful and peaceful school... may hide many unknown dangers.

"——This is Mingxi Middle School, located in a closed school in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Since the town focuses on "education holy land", all supplies are tilted towards this middle school." Suddenly, he noticed that a person was lying on the railing beside him, and the other party looked like a student, looking lazy, and inexplicably began to communicate with him.

"Are you, a player?" Wang Xingkong asked.

"Well, yes, you are too." The student smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Su Jian."

"Wang Han..." Wang Xingkong hesitated for a while. Facing this guy who came up to talk to him for no reason, he did not issue his real name: "How did you know this information?"

"Ah, my identity is the class monitor of Class 4." Su Jian pointed to the classroom door behind him: "I turned over my original cell phone and information and understood."

"...You still bring your cell phone?" Wang Xingkong was stunned.

"It's indeed a good harvest. Unexpectedly, the commander of the class violated the school rules and took the lead in hiding his mobile phone..." Su Jian held his chin: "You said, if I stuffed my phone into a player's bag and reported it to the teacher, what would happen to that player..." As if he noticed Wang Xingkong's expression, he raised his hand and laughed at himself:

"...Ah, hahaha, your face looks so ugly. I'm talking nonsense, don't be afraid."

Wang Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little strange about the person's familiarity and didn't want to get close to him. Fortunately, the class bell rang at this time, and he quickly sat back to his seat.

The sound of the table and chair dragging was harsh, and the electric fan at the top was still creaking. He turned his pen a little annoyed and glanced at Su Jian's seat.

The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw the title page of Su Jian's book, full of graffiti, the lines were stirred together and twisted into a ball, while on Su Jian's notebook, there were two words "Shen Xue". The crazy handwriting made Wang Xingkong feel a little numb.

...It's so weird. Why is Su Jian's notebook full of a girl's name? Is that really a player?

Wang Xingkong even suspected that the other party was here to send messages.

But at this moment, the tall figure of Teacher Guowen walked in, blocking the light at the door in an instant, and the whole lively classroom became strangely quiet in an instant, as if all the popularity had been suddenly drawn away.

It was clearly a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingkong couldn't help but shivered... He actually felt a little cold.

"In this class, we corrected the essays written in the previous class. Students from each group exchanged and revised them. We should record the other party's good words and sentences and correct the other party's wrong sentences. If there are particularly good ones, you can recommend them." The teacher began to distribute composition paper.

Wang Xingkong didn't know which unlucky guy got his writing style in elementary school students. He got a piece of essay paper with neat handwriting. The other party's handwriting seemed to have been practiced, and there was a sense of sharp strokes.

He looked at the name above: Su Jian.

...It's that guy.

He looked at Su Jian again and found that what Su Jian was holding was his composition paper - his ghost-like handwriting was clearly exposed to people's eyes. He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

Suddenly, a chalk head hit his head. He raised his head and met the gloomy gaze of Teacher Guowen. His eyes were like hooks, and there was a black hole inside, which looked particularly terrifying.

"...Don't look around, hurry up and correct it!" Teacher Guowen said in a cold tone.

Wang Xingkong shivered again in the world of dog days. He held the pen with some trembling trembling and looked at Su Jian's essay.

[If all the stars will be saved, will there still be travelers making wishes to them?]

Seeing the beginning sentence, Wang Xingkong was stunned.

Su Jian’s essays are not long, but Wang Xingkong is more and more shocked when he reads:

[Because life has reached its end, the star will fall from the sky, but the confused traveler places his wish on an existence that cannot even save himself... I have to say, what a selfish behavior this is

——But this also happens to be a proof of humanity's own expectations and expectations. This is the origin of the "light-seeker"...

In the common life, people will form a stable and normal life form that adapts to a specific environment, so people are accustomed to "stability". However, social control should not be based on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The so-called true authority and effectiveness of the system and law are not just about compulsory obedience, but first of all, education and perception.

——It has always been a difficult thing to make human beings face to face themselves. They have frozen themselves in the position of "travelers" and cannot break through the shackles of the changes of the times. They are swept forward by the will of the upper class, and even forget the ridiculousness of their actions... Such people cannot become "beacons", and even if they gather the eyes of the world...]

This writing style looks familiar no matter how you look at it... it seems to be engraved in human DNA.

Wang Xingkong stood up in a "swish".

...He seemed to know which player Su Jian was.
Chapter completed!