first player

Chapter 77 Chapter 76 · Campus World · Mingxi Middle School
Wang Xingkong was an ordinary college student in Longguo before entering the game.

He has been diligently going to school, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and then to university.Studying and studying, taking exams and exams, living under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in the Dragon Kingdom has passed this way, and everything is normal.

He likes Two-dimensional, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn't dare to play, he dares to watch other anchors play... He once liked a station B anchor very much. The anchor's ID was Ming'an, and he was a A technical streamer who never shows his face, he likes to watch this anchor beat ghosts up and down. This anchor's live broadcast has accompanied him through many homework nights.

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

Why is the voice of the legendary first player and the anchor so similar!

Combine the two names again.

He seemed to have found something.

He suddenly had a sense of surprise that he hugged his thigh, and immediately paid attention to Su Mingan's deeds. He saw that and uploaded a crazy video on the World Forum.

The boy in the picture, facing Mizushima Chuankong, smiled and inserted his hand directly into his chest, blood spilled on the ground.

The surging phantom fire that suddenly surged in his eyes was breathless for a while.

Wang Xingxing was suddenly unable to breathe.

Until the start of the third world, he still couldn't believe it - even though the first guild had officially announced the death and began to cultivate new first players.

Full of doubts, he entered the third world - the campus world.

He opened his eyes and felt the warm air from the scorching summer heat. The electric fan made a screeching noise above his head. The mark of the red pen was smeared on the workbook in front of him. The sound of the hypnotic microphone, as soon as he entered such a scene, he subconsciously began to fall asleep... This is probably the instinct of the students.

But soon, the system prompt sounded:

【Welcome all players to the third world!】

【World Name: Campus·Mingxi Middle School】

[Basic tasks for all players: Survive, 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: speculate on the secret behind Mingxi Middle School. 】

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"Don't do useless work, the four-nine rules of the college entrance examination: 40% of the test questions in the test center are regular and compulsory, and the scores account for 90% of the college entrance examination paper. We must thoroughly understand the outline and not engage in tactics. Many of you think that the same It’s easy to keep brushing the questions, but it’s not at all, it’s the wrong thing to do…”

On the stage is a middle-aged Chinese teacher. He has deep eyes and frowns, looks like a beard, thin body and thick knuckles. He is obviously a Chinese teacher, but his sinister eyes make Wang Xingkong instinctively vigilant. Although the teacher said The words were too familiar, but he still couldn't ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.

He opened his book, and the title page said "Wang Han", not his name, and he was wearing a size-appropriate summer school uniform - he is now a student at this school.

...I heard that there will be about [-] players in each instance, and they may become members of this school just like myself.

He paid attention to other people's expressions, and sure enough, there were some "students" who looked wrong. Obviously, these were players who had just entered the world just like him.

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

Wang Xingxing wiped his sweat and started to fry his scalp.

——He is a science student, or an extremely partial science student.Although speaking English is passable, Chinese is simply a devilish subject that presses him on the ground. Every time he writes, he writes like constipation. point.

"The subject is still unlimited, mainly argumentative papers, and the content is required to be positive. You can refer to the materials you have accumulated in this book." The Chinese teacher directly began to distribute the paper.

Wang Xingxing noticed that the bodies of several players had also become stiff. Some of them were not even skilled in holding a pen, and some stared at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they had not yet figured out the situation.

Wang Xingxing endured the discomfort of writing essays - he has been in college for more than three years, and the ghost still remembers how to write a composition for the college entrance examination.But when he thought of the teacher's request to be "positive", he managed to squeeze out a few sentences:
[I like going to school very much, and I like reading very much. I am very happy to go to school. I am a happy school person.I think that being a person needs to be positive and face everything, and I am also very positive about reading and studying, so that I can be a useful person to myself, to my parents, to the school, and to the society.Lu Xun said: "We must strive to grow up." The chairman said that young people are the sun at eight or nine in the morning.I have to live up to my expectations, I have to grow and become a talent, I have to work harder and be more positive...]

He can't write anymore.

He was afraid of being torn apart by the Chinese teacher who looked terrible.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the paper was passed up, and his eyes were a little desperate.

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

The classroom after class suddenly became lively. There were many people sitting together, chatting and chatting. Many people fell asleep on the table. The students in the third year of high school really need to seize every bit of time to make up for their sleep.

Wang Xingxing wiped off the sweat that was squeezed by the composition, walked to the corridor, and saw that the house number of this room was [High School (4) Class], which was located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There were many students in the corridor who came out to watch the scenery. It looks like an npc.

The noise rang all over the area, and the exchanges of students were densely resounding.He leaned on the railing and looked down, and saw the playground and sandpit in the distance, as well as the dormitory and canteen, which looked like a residential school.

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

"—This is Mingxi Middle School, a closed school located in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Since the town is mainly a "sacred place for education", all materials are tilted towards this middle school. "Suddenly, he noticed that there was also a person lying on the railing beside him. The other person also looked like a student and looked lazy, and inexplicably began to communicate with him.

"Are you, player?" Wang Xingxing asked.

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

"I'm Wang Han..." Wang Xingxing hesitated for a while, but in the face of this guy who came up to talk to him inexplicably, he didn't give his real name: "How did you know this information?"

"Ah, my identity is the monitor of the fourth class." Su Jian pointed to the classroom door behind him: "I checked the original phone and information, and I understood."

"...You still bring your mobile phone?" Wang Xingxing was stunned.

"It's really a good gain. I didn't expect that the leader of the class would violate the school discipline and take the lead in hiding his mobile phone..." Su Jian held her chin: "You said, if I put my mobile phone in a player bag, I will ask the teacher Report, what will happen to that player..." Seemingly noticing Wang Xingxing's expression, he raised his hand and laughed to himself:
"...Ah, hahaha, your face is so ugly, I'm talking nonsense, don't be afraid."

Wang Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little strange to this person's familiarity.Fortunately, the bell rang at this time, and he quickly sat back to his seat.

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

The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw that the title page of Su Jian's book was full of the words "Shen Xue". The crazy handwriting made Wang Xingxing's scalp numb.

It's so weird, why is this Su Jian's notebook full of a girl's name?

At this moment, Teacher Guowen walked in, and the whole lively classroom became eerily quiet, as if all of its popularity was suddenly taken away.

It was obviously a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingxing shivered involuntarily... He actually felt a little gloomy.

"In this class, we correct the essays written in the previous class. The students in each group exchange corrections. If there are particularly good ones, you can also recommend them." The teacher began to distribute the composition paper.

Wang Xingxing didn't know which hapless person got his primary school student's composition. He got a piece of writing paper with neat handwriting. The other party's handwriting seemed to be practiced. .

He looked at the name left above: Su Jian.

...it's that guy.

He glanced at that Su Jian again, and found that what Su Jian was holding happened to be his own composition paper - his ghost-like handwriting was clearly exposed in front of people's eyes, and he immediately felt ashamed.

Suddenly, a piece of chalk hit his head. He raised his head and met the gloomy eyes of the Chinese teacher. Those eyes were like hooks, looking extremely terrifying.

"Don't look around, make corrections quickly!" said the Chinese teacher in a gloomy tone.

Wang Xingxing shivered again in the dog days. He held the pen tremblingly and looked at Su Jian's essay.

【If all the stars will be saved, will there be travelers who wish to them? 】

Seeing the first sentence, Wang Xingxing was stunned.

Su Jian's essay is not long, but Wang Xingxing is more and more shocked:
[Because life has come to an end, Xingzi will fall from the sky, but the confused traveler places his wish on an existence that can't even save himself... I have to say, what a selfish act

——But this also happens to be the proof of the expectations and expectations that human beings place on themselves. This is the origin of the "Light Chaser"...

In a common life, people will form a stable normal life form that adapts to a specific environment, so people are used to "stability".However, social control should not be premised on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The real authority and effectiveness of the so-called system and law does not lie only in compulsory obedience, but first and foremost in education and probation.

——It has always been difficult for human beings to face up to themselves.They have fixed themselves in the position of "travelers", unable to break through the shackles from the changes of the times, they are carried forward by the will of the upper class, and even forget the ridiculousness of their behavior... Such people cannot become "Lighthouse", even if they have the eyes of the world gathered on them...]

This style of writing, no matter how you look at it, how familiar it is... It's almost like it's engraved in people's DNA.

Wang Xingxing stood up suddenly.

... He seems to know which player Su Jian is.

(End of this chapter)