I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Although the identity of the man in front of them was unclear, the sudden change in atmosphere told all players that his identity was extraordinary.

If the room was completely silent just now, then it was dead silent now. The air was as stagnant as if it had been frozen. For a long time, the only sound that could be heard was everyone's gentle breathing.

Song Guicheng followed the crowd and lowered his head silently, only glancing at the man at the door with his peripheral vision.

The woman who brought them here last night came up to him and said something. Song Guicheng caught a glimpse of the man nodding slightly and then glancing in their direction.

An indescribable anxiety began to spread, and all kinds of speculations and worries were churning in his heart.

"Please sit down." After a long wait, the man finally spoke. His voice was as cold as his appearance, and people could not feel any warmth at all.

Only after he gave the order did the children dare to sit down.

[Who the hell is this? ]

[NPC? How handsome? ]

[Calm down, everyone. Xiao Chengzi can meet top handsome guys in every dungeon. What does this mean? ]

[It turns out that Xiao Chengzi has a popular system? 】

[Bullshit, this means that someone will die in this instance soon! ]

……

Everyone in the barrage was joking freely and easily, and commenting as if they were watching a play, but the players in the dungeon were trembling with fear and treading on thin ice.

Soul tracing is itself a killing game for entertainment purposes.

"Sit down, we're getting ready for class now." The aunt did not introduce the identity of the man who had just entered. After asking for instructions, she shouted at the hundred or so people in the classroom.

The man didn't seem to be very interested in them. He walked around the classroom leisurely and then left.

When passing by Song Guicheng, he felt the overwhelming sense of oppression again, which reminded him of the abyss and ruins in the previous copy, and it choked his breath in an instant.

Song Guicheng stared at the man's back. His figure, as cold as a cedar, gradually disappeared in the dim light of the sky.

Outside the window was barren grass and bad weather. The man walked through it, as if the endless strong wind had to make way for him.

No. 108 secretly pushed him with his arm, motioning him to look at the blackboard. Only then did Song Guicheng come back to his senses, and the woman in front of him was staring at him with an unfriendly look.

"You can't even answer such a simple question?! Huh? What do you do all day long?" An aunt's roar came from the other end of the classroom.

She was a dark-skinned, strong-looking auntie who lifted the little girl No. 22 from her seat and made her stand in the corner of the classroom.

The little girl hesitated and stood there for a while, looking at the fierce woman with her huge eyes uneasily, and then slowly walked to the corner.

The other children looked indifferent, as if they were used to such things. They turned their heads slightly to look at No. 22, then turned their heads back. Their movements were uniform, even the amplitude of the rotation was the same.

The scene was a bit scary, and the players swallowed nervously.

In this weird and quiet atmosphere, apart from the players, only the little girl looks like a living person, with expressions and emotions.

"Let's continue our study from the last lesson..."

The learning content here is not difficult. Even the advanced classes only teach the most basic content of nine years of compulsory education.

Although many players have been out of school for a long time, they still have basic knowledge of Chinese and mathematics, and they can answer the women's questions correctly, so the atmosphere is not too tense.

"Next, let's ask a student to come up and solve this problem--" The woman wrote a math problem on the blackboard, then turned around and glanced at the player with a sharp gaze.

Song Guicheng took a glance and found it was a very basic quadratic equation. Even though his performance in science had always been unsatisfactory, he could still solve such a simple problem with ease.

The other players had similar reactions, except for No. 113, who lowered his head to avoid looking at the woman, and kept praying in his heart: Don’t call me, don’t call me, don’t call me…

This nervous look doesn't fit in with the people around him.

However, the opposite happened. The woman's eyes slowly swept over the others, and finally landed precisely on No. 113. Her bright red lips opened into a smile: "No. 113, you come."

No. 113, who was called, trembled a little. He slowly raised his head, glanced at the woman nervously, and then stood up, his body trembling slightly with fear.

[Oh, he's finished.]

[Do I need to calculate this question? The answer will come out after just taking a look at the question.]

[No wonder they are developing so slowly, they are still using the most primitive teaching methods]

【I experienced it at the History Museum last time】

……

Song Guicheng still had the leisure to glance at the barrage, but No. 113 felt like he was being put on the execution ground, sweating uncontrollably.

He looked at the players around him for help, but they all lowered their heads and pretended not to see him.

No. 113 ultimately failed to solve the problem. His fat face was compressed into a ball, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

However, what no one expected was that the woman did not get angry. She just made No. 113 stand outside the door as punishment. No. 113 ran out of the classroom as if he had been pardoned.

Song Guicheng did not look at No. 113, but noticed that the smile on the woman's face did not diminish, but became more obvious as No. 113 left.

——If you ignore the hidden expectation in her eyes.

At the beginning, everyone was able to concentrate on the class, but as time went on, the hunger in the stomach became more and more obvious, and it felt like the stomach was on fire and unbearable.

But the lunch didn't taste any better than breakfast, but at least there was white rice to eat, and the side dishes were fatty meat and small potatoes that looked terrible.

"Hey, when will this day end?"

"Are we going to have to eat this kind of stuff for the next while?"

"I was starving to death before I could escape from here."

The players were talking in low voices. Song Guicheng did not participate in their discussion. He was trying hard to swallow his tasteless food.

With this comparison, the food cooked by Gu Chaosheng in the previous copy didn’t seem bad at all, and he was willing to eat it every day.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

Song Guicheng looked around the players' team and other corners of the cafeteria, but did not see No. 113.

He was about to ask when lunch time was over and the players had unhappy expressions on their faces.

However, when Song Guicheng passed by the aunt, he found that they had a satisfied look on their faces, as if they had just enjoyed a big meal.

Song Guicheng frowned in confusion.

They had Chinese and math in the morning, and biology and geography in the afternoon, but the courses in each class were different.

The advanced class was divided into two tables, one for biology and the other for chemistry. What was taught depended entirely on the teacher's mood.

But one thing is the same, equally miserable.

After the afternoon classes, they had some free time before dinner.

The teachers left the classroom in a hurry, and no one knew where they went, leaving the children in the classroom.

The atmosphere in the air became a little more lively, but only slightly. The students who stayed behind did not move much, either sitting blankly in their chairs or talking in low voices.

The players gathered together, and No. 105 quietly suggested, "Why don't we go outside and take a look now?"

Everyone nodded.

Song Guicheng suddenly said, "No. 113 is missing." Indeed, he was missing. On the way to lunch and on the way back, he looked carefully all the way, but he did not see the fat figure.

There was obviously no need to explain what this disappearance meant, and no one looked surprised.

No. 108 was quite surprised: "You are still paying attention to him?"

"Don't focus on him," Song Guicheng wiped the corner of his clothes with his hand, "Every dead player may provide a huge clue. The sooner we dig out the clues, the sooner we can get out."

Hearing what he said, the way everyone looked at him changed slightly, and No. 105 and No. 111 showed a hint of approval in their eyes.

In the copy, there are very few people who can put aside personal grudges and focus on the event itself. Most people have varying degrees of psychological distortion due to long-term oppression and are extremely violent.

It is really rare to find someone as peaceful and stable as Song Guicheng.

The players made up their minds and headed out the door.

Song Guicheng heard No. 108 mutter, "He provoked you so much, I thought you were going to kill him."

Song Guicheng's feet slipped: What do you mean, kill him? Say it again?