God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Everyone has their own destiny. Although it seems too "mean" to always say that a person has a bad destiny, from a certain perspective, this is normal.

In a place like Miracle, experiencing narrow escapes or even ten deaths is commonplace.

Not everyone can survive, and not everyone can pass the level with ease like He Ziyun and Yang Jingshu. The majority of people are just ordinary people who just want to survive in each copy.

Yun Feiduo remained silent. After a few seconds, she grabbed Lu Ying's shoulder and spoke listlessly:

"I know, so where are we going now? Do we want to catch up?"

Lu Ying shook his head, turned around and walked towards the direction of the group of anchors:

"If I don't go, what's the point of going with so many people?"

"..."

Yun Feiduo snorted, maybe he was too tired after not sleeping all night. Hearing this, he didn't ask any questions. After yawning lazily, he lay on Lu Ying's shoulder and dozed off.

Lu Ying felt that the other party was no longer moving, so he glanced down, then looked back in the direction of the teaching building, and slowly lowered his eyes.

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Inside the teaching building.

He Ziyun's steps were light. He walked to Huang Yongxin's office with familiarity based on his memory, opened the door, glanced at Yang Jingshu who was following behind him, and walked straight in.

Yang Jingshu did not hesitate and followed into the office.

She wanted to ask what she was doing in the office, but she saw the young man rummaging around as if he was in a deserted place, and the crackling sounds could not be heard. After rummaging for a while, he seemed to have finally found what he wanted, and the rummaging movements of his hands stopped. down.

"What's missing?" Seeing He Ziyun lowering his head to check the documents in his hand, Yang Jingshu couldn't help but ask:

"Do you need my help?"

He Ziyun raised his head and glanced at her, nodded and said, "If necessary, please ask Miss Yang to come over and sign and seal these."

Signed and sealed?

Although Yang Jingshu had doubts in her heart, she still moved to the young man's side, ready to help deal with those things——

When she got closer and saw clearly what the documents on the table were, Yang Jingshu finally understood He Ziyun's true intention.

The piles of documents were actually blank "graduation certificates" with no photos, names, signatures or seals, only a few short words about Fengze College graduation.

Yang Jingshu suddenly recalled the "information" originally given by this copy.

They need to graduate.

Even if they have "removed" Huang Yongxin, and the resentment of those students has been temporarily extinguished by Huang Yongxin's death, tracing back to the source, they are still "students" today, and according to the initial prompts of the system, as students, they want to leave In school, the only way to go is "graduation".

However, if Huang Yongxin was still alive, would he "graduate" these anchors?

Even though she had never faced Huang Yongxin in real life, Yang Jingshu knew that this was absolutely impossible.

Huang Yongxin is definitely not the kind of person who would let "students" leave school easily. He will probably try his best to delay or even give them a chance to graduate.

Thoughts surged like a tide, and while Yang Jingshu was upset, He Ziyun took out a small thing from his pocket and threw it towards her.

Yang Jingshu reflexively reached out to catch it, lowered her head and stared, only to see a small, exquisite and exquisite seal falling into her hand. The entire body was covered with a golden shell, and the handle used to press hard was even carved with intricate and intricate patterns. Look, It goes up beautifully.

"Huang Yongxin brought it with him." He Ziyun bent down and opened the drawer, and pulled out a stack of thick book covers that looked very beautifully packaged. He made a movement:

"How many people are left?"

Yang Jingshu's hand holding the seal tightened.

Thinking back to the anchors who were staggering and slumped on the ground in the open space just now, her throat felt dry, as if there was something stuck in her throat, and she was speechless for a while.

Even without careful counting, Yang Jingshu knew that there could never be more than forty people.

...At most, no more than twenty.

In the ghost wave last night, nearly half of the people died, and most of the remaining anchors also lost the ability to act on their own.

He Ziyun still lowered his head and held the book covers. He didn't raise his head and just placed the stacks of book covers on the table. "Why are you so stunned?"

The young man spoke softly, making it difficult to detect his current emotions: "Let's stamp it first, as for the number of people,"

"Just take it for fifty people."

No matter how many anchors are still alive in the dungeon, leaving a graduation certificate for those dead anchors can be regarded as a good start and an end.

Yang Jingshu nodded slightly, and the veins in her hand that held the seal were bulging, as if she wanted to crush it. She pressed each seal with all her strength, and the marks were clear and even stained with bright red water stains.

He Ziyun glanced at the seal on the graduation certificate and reminded: "Pay attention to the amount of ink used. I'm not sure whether the ink for the seal is enough."

Yang Jingshu relaxed her hands slightly when she heard this. While nodding, the intensity of pressing the chapter gradually became lighter.

The fifty diplomas were quickly covered by Yang Jingshu. After He Ziyun put the book cover on, he caught a glimpse of the blank student names on the diplomas and signaled Yang Jingshu to take all the diplomas and distribute them to the anchors.

As for the name, the anchors will fill it in after the graduation certificate is issued.

After all, neither he nor Yang Jingshu knew the name of each anchor.

When Yang Jingshu folded all her diplomas and was about to leave, she looked at He Ziyun who was still sitting at his desk and hesitated:

"You're not going?"

He Ziyun shook his head: "I won't go."

"I have other things to do."

Yang Jingshu opened her mouth, but in the end she just glanced at He Ziyun and walked out of the office without saying a word.

She didn't ask He Ziyun what else to do, just like He Ziyun didn't directly ask her what happened to the copy.

"clatter,"

The entire teaching building was empty, and Yang Jingshu could hear the crunching sound of her soles on the ground with every step she took.

She looked up from the balcony and saw that the sun was still dim among the gray clouds on the horizon.

They seemed to be struggling in the clouds, and gradually gave up their plan to break through the clouds, but some sunlight still broke out of the clouds and fell on Yang Jingshu, bringing a little warmth.

Yang Jingshu lowered her eyes slightly, lowered her head, and quickly went downstairs with her diploma on.

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After the graduation certificates were distributed, all the anchors stared at their own diplomas with joy, couldn't wait to take out their pens, and wrote their names devoutly like believers.

As the name was written, the clearance prompt sounded in their ears like the sound of nature.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar mist wrapped around them like a veil, leading them to disappear in front of everyone.

They successfully passed the level.