I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

After watching Pei Shuangjin disappear around the corner of the stairs, Song Guicheng walked along the corridor on the third floor. Many students from Class F were fighting and rushing into the classroom, banging their heads against the railings, making ping-pong noises.

Song Guicheng was caught in the middle and was treated as nothing.

The teacher hasn't arrived yet and the classroom is in chaos. Some people are eating breakfast, some are putting on makeup, some are sending messages on their phones, and some are gathered in twos and threes to chat randomly. In short, few are studying.

Song Guicheng found his seat, which was in the last row, next to the back door. There was only one table in that dark and cramped corner. He felt lonely and squeezed out, just like his situation in the classroom.

He maintained his image as an inferior student, hunched over and walked through the classroom to his seat.

There were all kinds of obscene insults written on the table in red, black and blue pens. The words were so vicious that it was hard to imagine they came from the mouths of a group of middle school students who had no grudges against them.

Song Guicheng looked around silently. The malice of middle school students, whose values ​​are not yet mature, is sometimes more violent than that of adults. Or it can be said that they don't even know what is good and evil, and most of the time they just do things driven by emotions.

He sighed, took the books out of his bag and put them on the table. The uneven table shook, making a friction sound that almost made it fall apart.

Song Guicheng was not surprised by this situation. He took out a few pieces of used draft paper from the table, folded them and stuck them under the corner of the table.

Those pieces of draft paper were really wasted. I wrote on them once with a pencil and then again with a fountain pen. The handwriting was small, dense, and neatly arranged on the draft paper.

Song Guicheng took a closer look and made an assessment in his mind that he was the last one in the class, with poor grades but a good learning attitude.

He spread out the textbook. The pages were very old, with creases, handwriting, and even stains that had not been cleaned up.

Japan's textbooks are recycled, and Song Guicheng was not surprised by this. He glanced through them roughly and found the knowledge familiar, but the subjects unfamiliar.

He glanced at the course schedule posted on the corner of the table. Japan's courses include individual subjects and interdisciplinary subjects, theoretical subjects and practical subjects, which are very different from domestic courses.

At this time, Song Guicheng was a little glad for his poor academic performance. If he were to suddenly master Japanese high school courses and become a top student in the university, it would be really devastating.

For most ordinary players, character collapse = violation of dungeon rules = NPC alienation = seeking death.

The character of a poor student is exactly what he wanted.

But would this crappy game be so kind? Song Guicheng didn't think so.

There was a 10-minute morning meeting before the class officially started. Suzuki Yukina walked into the classroom responsively, and the students reluctantly hid their things under the tables and returned to their seats.

The head teacher walked in holding the class roster. The man, who was over 40 years old, wore a suit and tie and had his hair combed. He looked more energetic than the students sitting below.

Song Guicheng's attention was attracted by the blue folder containing the roster in his hand. The question of who was killed had been on his mind, and he had to find a way to determine it as soon as possible.

After the routine greetings, the homeroom teacher, Mr. Matsumoto, began to call the roll one by one. At a glance, the two seats by the window at the back were empty and very conspicuous. At the end, Watanabe and Nakano were absent. The homeroom teacher was used to it, so he wrote down their lateness with a pen behind their names and did not ask any more questions.

Teacher Matsumoto's gaze swept across the class. Song Guicheng could feel him pausing on him for two more seconds, and then he began a passionate speech, which was nothing more than exhortations such as study hard, attend class seriously, and don't cause trouble.

Song Guicheng noticed that the head teacher's eyes also lingered on Suzuki Yukina for a while. He read the same emotion from the two seconds of pause, pity and worry.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Suzuki Yukina, who was two aisles away from him. He could only see her loose medium-length hair, with her black hair covering the entire back of her head. She lowered her head and did not move.

Song Guicheng frowned and circled Suzuki Yukina's name in his mind. His intuition told him that Suzuki Yukina was weird.

Although she looked like a high school girl who was self-conscious and timid because of her physical defect, Song Guicheng still felt something was wrong with her.

It is hard to describe the disharmony, and Song Guicheng attributed it to the experience of completing a dungeon.

Could she be the one who died? Song Guicheng lowered his head and stared at the English book on the table, thinking rapidly in his mind.

In the dungeon world, even the dead can rely on certain powers to continue to move, which undoubtedly adds a lot of difficulty to the players.

How can we find the murderer if we can't even identify the deceased?

Moreover, the scene this time is very large. You can get off the tram at any station. The streets and residential areas near the school are not out of place. You can no longer tell where the boundary between the copy world and the real world is.

The larger the range, the harder it is to lock on to the target person.

Song Guicheng touched his wrist and decided to find out the news at school first.

Only then did he realize the headache of assigning him this role in the game. "Song Guicheng" had poor interpersonal relationships, poor grades, was taciturn and submissive, and was unpopular with both students and teachers. Asking him to take the initiative to get to know his classmates and get information was a waste of his character.

Collapse of character = violation of copy rules = seeking death!

Not breaking character setting = difficulty in main mission = courting death!!

In short, they are all seeking death.

Soul-Tracing Game, you’re great! Song Guicheng gave it a thumbs up in his heart.

He is not afraid of his character being destroyed, but if he violates the rules of the dungeon, the NPC will be transformed into a murderous monster and no information can be obtained at all.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in his mind, and planned to adapt to his identity first before looking for a breakthrough.

Teacher Matsumoto's passionate voice echoed throughout the classroom, trying to arouse the fighting spirit of the students below. However, the effect was minimal. Everyone was playing or daydreaming, and no one paid any attention to him.

The morning meeting lasted only 10 minutes, and soon the bell rang. Matsumoto sighed inwardly, closed the roster heavily, and walked out of the classroom.

Before leaving, Mr. Matsumoto called out, "Song Guicheng, come with me to the office."

Everyone seemed to be used to this kind of thing and most people didn't react much.

Song Guicheng walked past Suzuki Xuena and glanced at her desk. He found that she was concentrating on doing math problems. She wrote with her pen very hard, and the black ink spread along the handwriting.

But when he looked over, the jumping pen tip stopped suddenly. Suzuki Yukina stopped moving, and only the black pen cap tilted towards Song Guicheng's direction.

Song Guicheng's heart suddenly jumped. He quickly retracted his gaze, quickened his pace, walked out of the classroom, and followed Teacher Matsumoto to the office.

The two figures quickly disappeared at the door of Class F. All they could hear were the sounds of their classmates laughing and cursing. Only Suzuki Yukina was separated from the others in that vacuum zone. But she didn't care at all and started writing again.

The teacher's office is at the other end of the corridor. Matsumoto is the only teacher there. There are a lot of teaching supplementary books piled on his desk, and there is also a potted plant. Only when you look closely can you realize it is fake.

"Song Guicheng," the head teacher called her name, frowning and looking very distressed, "Is Watanabe still giving you a hard time recently?"

He pinched his brows and said, "I've been helping you coordinate the shift change, but this matter has been suppressed..."

Teacher Matsumoto sighed deeply and was even a little afraid to look at his student's disappointed and hurt expression.

He knew the personalities of these two men very well, but as an ordinary teacher, he had no way to go against Watanabe, who had a strong background.

This is how it is in this country, the system gives way to power and money.

Song Guicheng didn't expect that the head teacher called him over for this matter. He looked at the middle-aged man with his hands folded with some surprise. His energy and spirit disappeared after he left the classroom, leaving only fatigue.

He originally thought that Song Guicheng's situation was due to the inaction of the teacher and the school, but he didn't expect that he was only half right. He met a good teacher, but the school was too rubbish.

"Teacher, I, I'm fine," Song Guicheng said hesitantly, "You don't have to run around for me anymore, I..."

I can punch ten of them now.

"Classmate Pei Shuangjin helped me this morning. Watanabe and Nakano seemed a little afraid of him." He swallowed the truth in his heart and chose a statement that was more in line with his character.

Mr. Matsumoto's eyes seemed to light up: "Pei Shuangjin... that's fine, he's a top player and is highly valued by the higher-ups, it won't hurt you to have a good relationship with him."

Song Guicheng continued to keep his head down and remained silent. Teacher Matsumoto seemed to be thinking about something, and the air in the office became quiet for a moment.

"You should go back to class first," Mr. Matsumoto sighed softly, "If you have any problem, tell me in time and I will do my best to help you."

"Thank you, teacher." Song Guicheng bowed deeply to him, not only for the teacher's love for his students, but also for his courage to bear the pressure of power and money for his students.

Although the effect is minimal, the thought is very touching.

"By the way, teacher," Song Guicheng hesitated, looked at the teacher's face, and asked in a low voice, "How is her case going?"

Song Guicheng didn't know who killed her, but something must have happened to her, maybe it was related to the school, maybe it wasn't. If it was related, the teacher wouldn't be completely unaware of it, and if it wasn't, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"You mean Sato Misaki?" Mr. Matsumoto sighed heavily upon hearing this. "After Suzuki Yukina helped her submit a leave of absence application, she hasn't come since. I haven't had time to visit her yet."

He pinched his palms and said, "The teacher failed to protect her at the beginning. I don't know what kind of threats the child received. She has always refused to tell me anything..."

Teacher Matsumoto stroked his hair anxiously, and the hair that was fixed with hairspray fell down, making him look a little embarrassed.

"Just take care of yourself. As for others, you are powerless." Teacher Matsumoto smiled bitterly and waved his hand, telling him to go to class quickly.

Song Guicheng bowed again before slowly leaving the office.

Matsumoto was the only one left in the office. He stared at the name on the roster for a long time, then suddenly covered his face with his hands and slumped down in his chair.

He had noticed Watanabe and Nakano's bullying behavior a long time ago, but he alone could not take any responsibility or change anything.