Gamers Are Fierce

Yinshi Experimental Middle School was founded in the 1930s. Its predecessor was Jingyang Middle School built by local gentry with donations. After several changes, it has become the school with the best academic performance, the most abundant teachers, and the highest comprehensive quality of students in Yinshi. One of the middle schools.

On Monday, at 7:50 in the morning, the morning reading in the experimental middle school gradually stopped with the ringing of the bell.

The first class began immediately, and the weekly students in blue and white school uniforms, standing guard at the school gate, rushed to the teaching building.

The electric retractable door was completely closed under the instructions of the established procedure, and outside the door, Li Ang, carrying a schoolbag, strolled over without any hurry.

He didn't go through the main entrance, but came to the iron fence that had no electronic monitoring and was only covered by protective trees, sprinted a little, kicked hard, and then the force of trampling the ground soared into the air,

Like a gymnast jumping over a vault, he gracefully and gracefully climbed over the one-person-high iron fence, patted the leaves on his body, and walked into the teaching building as if nothing had happened.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

Knocking on the door, entering the classroom, all the students and the class teacher Shi Qingsong who was teaching the history class on the podium all looked at Li Ang.

Late again.

Shi Qingsong, a middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament, pushed his glasses and tapped the podium with his knuckles, What's the reason this time?

The last time it was said that you ate Mapo tofu in a street restaurant and was chased and killed by Mapo and her husband on the eighteenth street,

The last time I said that you saw a homeless man sleeping on the street, and you built three shared bicycles on him in case he caught a cold.

The last time I said that you were afraid of embarrassment when you were taking a bath, so you took the initiative to talk to the bath master and asked him: 'Have you eaten yet? ’, as a result, two layers of skin were rubbed off by the scrub master who felt that his professional dignity was provoked, which caused unbearable pain and was late for school the next day.

Oh, I still remember it quite well.

Li Ang said modestly: Teacher, I had a desperate fight with a ghost last night and killed it on the spot, successfully blocking the news of the real existence of ghosts and monsters.

Shi Qingsong was amused, You don't talk about strange powers, how can there be any monsters in the world?

Li Ang nodded, Look, how successful the information blocking is.

The corners of Shi Qingsong's eyes twitched, ...Go back and sit down, come to the office after class.

Li Ang returned to his seat as if he had been pardoned.

His deskmate is a girl, Wang Congshan, who serves as the class monitor and is also Li Ang's half childhood sweetheart.

When we were in elementary school together, Wang Congshan was afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, so caring Li Ang grabbed a toad from the gutter and pressed it on her head to help her eat any mosquitoes that dared to fly over;

When we were raising silkworms together, Wang Congshan’s silkworms died, and Li Ang, who was considerate of his friends, caught a bunch of big white maggots to comfort her and let her continue raising them. As expected, a lot of blowflies were raised. raging;

When playing hide-and-seek together, Wang Congshan hid in the big wooden cabinet. Afraid of hurting her self-esteem, the kind-hearted Li Ang took ten stacks of mosquito coils and lit them in front of the wooden cabinet, so that her eyes were red and swollen, and she rolled out of the big wooden cabinet;

Hmm... Thinking about it this way, it seems that the childhood memories of the two are quite sweet....

Li Ang sat down, rummaged through his schoolbag for textbooks, and said softly to Wang Congshan, Good morning, Biaozi.

The squad leader, who had long been accustomed to the style of being at the same table, rolled his eyes, Who is Biaozi? Don't give people such inexplicable nicknames, you mentally retarded.

Okay Biaozi, I know Biaozi.

... Wang Congshan took a breath and automatically blocked the harassment.

When get out of class was over, Shi Qingsong went to answer the phone outside the classroom, and went to the newly built teacher's office building to get a document, so he asked Li Ang to go to him at noon to discuss student behavior issues.

After the head teacher left, the students could finally have fun and chat in small groups.

Hey, have you heard? Someone died again on Qianhua Road. Just this morning, more than a dozen police cars went there and sealed off four streets.

Ah, what's going on, didn't there just be a car accident there a few days ago? A passenger suddenly stuck his head out of the window of the tourist bus for some unknown reason.

As a result, a bus just passed by....He was still in the car, but his head flew out like a sugar cane, and just hit the bowl of a buddy who was eating noodles on the side of the street...

Hiss... The students who were listening gasped.

This time it's not just a traffic accident. I heard that when the sanitation workers were working early in the morning, they saw a man's body embedded in the electric pole at the intersection of Qianhua Road...

Inlay? How to inlay?

Have you ever tried to pierce a steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks? That man was lying flat on the ground, with a 12-meter-long telegraph pole growing from his chest...

How is it possible? Fake?

Tsk, the police said that he couldn't think about it on his own. He jumped from a high-rise building and was just pierced by a concrete pole. However, the tallest building near the intersection is only three or four stories high, and the height of the fall is not enough.

Moreover, the wires at the top of the pole were not damaged at all, and there was no blood on the entire concrete pole, and the corpse seemed to 'grow' out of the pole, completely natural...

The expressions on the faces of the students chatting together were a little unnatural. The student who told the story secretly took out his mobile phone from his bag and searched online, and said with a smile: Oh, hundreds of people at the intersection saw it, my uncle It happened to be there, and I uploaded photos to the family group and Weibo, but now, I can’t find any relevant information in the Weibo post bar, and the word Qian Hualu has also been blocked....

After all, he showed the phone to others, and Li Ang took a sneak peek.

The photo was probably taken from a long distance, and it was somewhat blurry. A man in a suit could be vaguely seen lying under a concrete pole, surrounded by police officers and some firefighters with cement saws.

Obviously, the police estimated that there was no way to completely remove the body without damaging the utility pole, so they had to ask the fire department to saw off the utility pole.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the bizarre and even somewhat horrifying picture made the girls around pale with fright, while the boys pretended to be calm and smiled reluctantly.

As the saying goes, Mr. Ye loves dragons. In recent months, cases of unnatural deaths of this type of urban ghost stories have emerged one after another. While talking about ghost stories, people are afraid like tigers at the same time.

Seeing the shrinking expressions on the faces of the students, Wang Congshan, the class monitor, hurriedly said: Okay, okay, it's best not to communicate and spread such content in school. The class is about to start, and everyone should go back to their seats.

Everyone dispersed silently in the oppressive atmosphere, while Li Ang squinted his eyes, recalling that photo.

That is not something that serial killers or accidental man-made disasters can do. The only explanation is the illusory theory of ghosts and gods.

This is the real world the player faces.

Li Ang remained silent, and wrote the words Qianhua Road in his notebook.