As Mo Yan said this, he wanted to imitate the "number one player" and find a seat to sit.

He just counted the number of people, and there were exactly thirty people. Thirty people deserve thirty positions, and this position should be prepared for them.

The seats close to the first player had already been selected. Mo Yan found a seat a circle outside and wanted to sit down.

"Don't sit down yet."

Su Mingan held his shoulders: "There's a problem."

"Ah? But the great god is sitting down..."

Mo Yan is not blind either.

In fact, any player with a little bit of observation could see the suspicious hoop on the seat.

But the first player sat.

The number one player who will never go the wrong route and never trigger a copy crisis is here.

Therefore, as long as you follow the first player's actions, it is absolutely correct.

Mo Yan also thought so. Since the first player has sat down in advance, does that mean that this dungeon requires them to sit on a chair before it can start? Or, those who do not sit on a chair will be punished or something...

In short, you can never go wrong by following the first player.

Many people followed the first player and sat down, but they were wary of the hoops on the armrests and did not put their hands on it stupidly. Some people preferred to stand aside and did not choose to sit down.

Vigilance is higher than trust in the first player.

Lin Jiang is also one of them.

Although she was acting extremely timid now, even the slightest movement would startle her, but she just stood in the corner with her head lowered, and no one dared to approach her.

All people have the identity of possessed NPCs, and their faces are the faces of NPCs.

If Lin Jiang hadn't met Mo Yan at night, and Mo Yan recognized the blood-red seal she used and announced her skills loudly enough for other players who didn't open the door to hear, no one else would have known she was Lin Jiang.

ginger.

But Mo Yan just shouted it out.

This resulted in... this 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 positions.

Some followed the fake number one player and sat down, some stood aside and said nothing, some chose to huddle together and whisper, and some huddled in the corner unable to raise their heads.

Mo Yan stood beside him. The young man holding the big sword glanced hesitantly at the "number one player" who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, and then hesitantly glanced at the friendly elder brother next to him, but chose not to move.

...The eldest brother didn't even sit down, how could he sit down first?

Since the eldest brother said he won’t sit down, then he won’t sit down!

Thinking this, Mo Yan stood where he was.

Then, he heard a very crisp sound of footsteps.

It was loud and clear, like glass hitting glass. After the sound that seemed to be isolated from the human voice appeared, everyone stopped in unison.

The "First Player" sitting on the soft chair opened his eyes slightly and looked out the door in a pretentious manner.

Wearing a heavy mask, black sunglasses, and a white coat as wide as a sack, the person whose appearance and body could not be seen clearly walked slowly down the stairs holding a light.

Where there was no stairs before, an upward staircase suddenly appeared. This strange figure appeared in front of everyone, as if he had stepped down from the fourth floor.

...This should be the key NPC of this copy.

Like a guide, this person should tell the players about the tasks during the day.

He faced the gaze of thirty people, walked into the large classroom, and then stepped onto the podium.

He placed the glass lamp in his hand on the podium. In the dark field of vision, the candlelight became the only bright color in front of him.

"My dear thirty students, welcome to Baisha Paradise."

The man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if his voice had been damaged.

"Today is your first day here."

"I am glad that morning has come and night is over. You are all on time. Did you sleep well last night, my dear children?"

He suddenly asked a question, and his masked head slowly raised, as if waiting for someone to answer.

Silence.

The dust in the air swirled in the light, the weirdo's body stood beside the podium, and the flames in the lamp were like dancing elves.

In the dark field of vision, the firelight traced his white mask, gradually showing thorn-like lines.

"Slept well."

In the silence, someone suddenly made a voice.

The "number one player", who was all eyes focused on, was sitting on a soft chair, with a glimmer of light flowing from his eyes.

"Thank you for the hospitality," he said.

The weirdo nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer.

"...The Great God is different, so calm..."

Mo Yan, who huddled next to him and lowered his presence, exclaimed in a low voice.

Su Mingan: "..."

"Since you have a good rest, let's get ready to start. The morning light has arrived, my children." The weirdo continued, his tone raised a degree, and he seemed to be excited.

He raised his hand, which was wrapped in a bandage.

"First of all, please sit down in your place." He said.

At the same time, digital signs were erected on the backs of thirty soft chairs.

The number one, up to the number thirty.

Thirty signs suddenly stood on the back of the chair.

Others also noticed this scene. They communicated with each other and walked towards their numbered seats.

"Huh? Sure enough, you still have to sit down... I remember I was number three..." Mo Yan saw others starting to move and immediately went to find his seat marked number three.

Su Mingan stood where he was, not moving.

"Brother, you said you were number one last night, right? Number one is over there." Mo Yan pointed to a seat near the podium.

But at this moment, Mo Yan realized something was wrong.

Another player is sitting on seat number one.

"Brother, someone has taken your seat..." Mo Yan turned to look at Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan still didn't move.

...He doesn't even know his number.

He didn't know if this had something to do with the role he played, but he did not receive any notification of his current number. When Mo Yan mentioned this last night, he also made up a number.

...but now it seems that the secret is about to be exposed.

"You go and sit down first, and I'll look for you later."

He ignored Mo Yan and didn't say anything to him, so as not to attract other people's attention.

He pretended that he hadn't found the seat corresponding to his number yet, and looked around among the seats. When everyone was sitting in confusion, he found a seat that had been left behind and sat on it.

That seat is "No. 30".

If no one is sitting on it, this seat should be yours.

...Although I don’t know why the system didn’t tell me it was “number 30” at first.

The seat was moderately soft and hard, and it was very comfortable to sit on, just like lying on a sofa. But a sense of danger always lingered in his heart.

He glanced at the suspicious bracelet on the armrest, put his hands on his legs, and was ready to escape through spatial displacement at any time.

The night session was so hellish, he didn't believe that the day session would be without danger.

He was the last one to take a seat, and the other players looked very uneasy.

He noticed that Lin Jiang was number 21, and her whole body seemed to be trembling when she sat in her seat.

And the moment he called his seat, the light screen in front of him lit up.

[Welcome players to the sixth world of White Sand Paradise!]

【Now is the first day, daytime session.】

[Each copy has twenty players and ten NPCs, and you will become students of the same class together.]

[Each player and NPC has his own number, ranging from 1 to 30.]

[On the fifth day, the class will select the three most outstanding “outstanding students” to win the final prize! 】

[Players please follow the np rules and do not deviate from the correct path.]
To be continued...