The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Brother Qiao, how come you are... Thank God, I can still see you here, it's great... Ah, that's not what I meant."

As Qin Jue and the other two were talking, the three young men who knew Qiao Yueyang followed suit and found people they were familiar with across a few rows of tables and chairs.

One of them was so excited that he almost cried. He leaned close to Qiao Yueyang and talked incoherently.

"...You three...is this your first time here too?" Looking at the three younger brothers whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Qiao Yueyang was not excited at all. Instead, he fell into a panic that he knew the reason but was unwilling to care about.

"Yeah, I don't know who did it. When I received the invitation from the game, I was pulled in! Brother Qiao, the person next to you is a bodyguard, right?" One of the three men with curly hair looked at Han Yi, a sturdy man next to Qiao Yueyang, and tried to say something nice to ask Qiao Yueyang to help protect him.

"Yes, Brother Qiao, it's a blessing. I heard that this game is very difficult to complete and you can lose your life if you are not careful. But fortunately, we have someone to take care of us." Another man wearing glasses also agreed.

In this particular environment, several people consciously avoided the topic of high school and kept the secrets in their hearts silent.

“…You guys sit back down first. Class is about to start. Be careful not to accidentally break any taboos.” Although Qiao Yueyang had been generous with his younger brothers before, that was all because of the confidence he gained from the money in the real world.

Now that he has arrived at the Ghost Night copy, this is a life-threatening battle. How can he be generous enough to let his bodyguard go?

The Qiao family only paid Han Yi one person's share of money, and by dividing the bodyguard's energy, they were also sharing his chance of survival with others!

At the critical moment of life and death, even brothers will fight to the death!

But after all, in the dungeon, it was not a place where he could act arbitrarily. Maybe he could use these little brothers to shield him from the attacks later, so Qiao Yueyang was cautious and did not refuse directly as he did in the past. He used the bell for class as an excuse to send them back to their seats.

As time goes by, the sunlight in the copy slowly tilts like in reality.

The sunlight shines through the window on the right and pours into the classroom, filling it with warm light. The contrast between light and dark is strong, and the neatly arranged desks and chairs become three-dimensional under the reflection of the light, and the pages of books piled on the desks are also reflected with a faint white halo.

The breeze coming in through the window gaps fluttered the light blue curtains, the motivational slogans posted on the wall between the windows, and the yellowed and old vertical air conditioner on the inside of the podium, which was obviously the one that had accompanied many generations of students through severe cold and scorching heat.

In my ears is the crackling noise of the loudspeaker, and occasionally a few sharp busy tones, and everything around me seems to be shone with a layer of memories.

Qiao Yueyang looked at everything in the classroom, and it seemed that all the details coincided with a certain node deep in his memory.

In a trance, he seemed to see the familiar figure on the far left of the first row of the classroom!

"Bang!" The loud sound of a stool being kicked over echoed in the classroom.

The teacher stopped talking on the loudspeaker, and Qiao Yueyang suddenly woke up. He looked around, only to find that he had stood up without knowing when, and all the NPCs around him were staring at him.

For a moment, he saw that all the NPCs' faces were stiff and distorted, looking at him with resentment, and blood was constantly spreading on the walls of the classroom, and the bright red blood pierced into their pupils.

Facing the warmest midday sun, Qiao Yueyang was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, with a chill running down his spine.

"Student, is there anything you don't understand?" The teacher, who was holding Mai with one hand, asked, and came to Qiao Yueyang's desk with special concern, as if he really wanted to answer questions and resolve doubts for his student.

Being too close to the NPC, Qiao Yueyang panicked. After a while, he shook his head and uttered a few words under the prompting of Han Yi.

"...No, no."

"Okay, then please sit down and don't disturb our class anymore." The teacher shook the textbook in his hand helplessly, as if he felt that he had encountered a student who was not paying attention in class. Although he sighed, he did not criticize him harshly.

The class returned to normal again. The fleeting moment just now seemed to be just an illusion caused by Qiao Yueyang being too distracted.

The last class of the morning ended normally as everyone was on high alert and listening attentively.

The alarm rang again, and the students followed the instructions and ran to the cafeteria in twos and threes to buy food. In less than a minute, only a few NPCs and players who had not taken any action were left in the full classroom.

"We are all players. Since the system has no prompt, I think we can communicate freely now." Han Yi looked at the ten people present and was the first to invite them to talk.

"Yes, I think this copy is more unpredictable, and there is no pattern to be found. Since we are classmates, we should support each other." With Han Yi's start, Lin Wan mustered up the courage again, stood up and wanted to walk to the back row, but was quickly caught up by the Band-Aid girl who grabbed her wrist.

"I don't want to hear anything else, Lin Wan. How long are you going to hide from me? You've hurt me like this, and you still want to pretend nothing happened?" The girl pointed at her nose angrily, questioning Lin Wan's silence.

"Let me go first... Ouch!... Let me go first! You had plastic surgery and ruined your nose, what does it have to do with me? It's your freedom to have it done or not. I just recommended a beauty salon to you. Did I force you to have your nose done and your ribs cut and filled?"

Impatient with being pulled, Lin Wan shook off the girl's wrist and poked her sore spot without hesitation.

"Fang Siran, I tell you, even if this goes to court, I don't need to be responsible for you. Now we are all in the copy, and our lives and deaths are uncertain. Can you please take care of your own life first and stop going crazy like a shrew?" Lin Wan pointed at Fang Siran's nose and cursed, then stomped her heels, forgetting her original intention, and returned to her seat.

Fang Siran, who was scolded, covered his nose, lowered his head and shook his shoulders, then slowly collapsed to the ground and broke down in tears.

"Don't be sad. Even if things aren't ideal now, they can still be fixed. If you lose your life, you'll lose everything."

"What do you know! You don't understand anything at all! I have... no way out. I might as well die!" Fang Siran covered her face and cried bitterly. She did not appreciate Xu Huang's kind words of comfort.

Xu Huang leaned back due to her retort, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was reasonable for girls to pay attention to their appearance, so he stopped interfering and shut his mouth.

The room was quiet and no one said anything. Everyone was in a bad mood because of Fang Siran's crying.

"So what should we do now? The system you mentioned has not shown any movement except for appearing at the beginning. Can we pass the level as long as we attend class seriously? Half a day has passed already." Curly had not yet experienced the cruelty of the game, and naively believed that he could pass the level as long as he followed the instructions of the system that appeared on the blackboard.

"Oh, if you really think it's that simple, you probably won't even know how you died!"

Lin Wan leaned on a chair on the side, crossing her arms sarcastically.

These high school followers of Qiao Yueyang are not good people either. Who are they pretending to be for?

After being prodded by Lin Wan, Curly began to observe Lin Wan carefully. He stared at her for a while with a serious expression, and then asked tentatively with a half-doubtful and half-complex tone:

"Lin Fangjuan?"

Lin Wan's face froze, she turned her head abruptly, picked up the textbook on the table and flipped through it randomly without responding.

"Curly, are you presbyopic? The woman was so ugly at that time, and she was wearing thick black-framed glasses, how could it be..." As if this name touched upon the common memories of several people, the expressions of the four people, including Qiao Yueyang, looked a little strange.

Qiao Yueyang didn't say anything, pretending not to hear, but his fingers holding the corner of the table subconsciously tightened.