cleaner

It's raining outside.

The summer here is the same as the real southern region, hot and humid.There are bursts of rain, and when people hide in the bathroom, they will hear the "squeak" sound like electric currents rushing around - the sound of rain, and the "da da" sound of rainwater flowing in the water pipes, two completely different water sounds .

very real.

Facing the mirror covered in white mist, Mu Shu poured a handful of water expressionlessly, the water marks flowed in a mess, and his indifferent face was vaguely reflected in the glass.

No matter how cold it is, it is still hot.

It was so hot that the clothes stuck to the back, sticky and greasy, very disgusting.

But really very real.

Suddenly the communicator on the wrist dinged, and the electronic voice, which was colder than his expression, penetrated the foggy air, cadenced:

"It is detected that a new player has entered the instance of [Carl's Summer], let us welcome the new classmate [Sang Bai] with applause."

Then routinely broadcast the game background and rules to novices.

"Carl is a math teacher at Holy Lake Middle School. He is nearly sixty years old and is amiable. But in the summer of 2102, he encountered a big trouble."

"Carl's second-year class (9) has disobedient students who often cheat in exams. Carl is very angry and gives them a lot of extra homework every day."

"One of the students named Diman couldn't take it anymore. He came to the school library to read a book of curses, and cursed Mr. Carl to be killed by durians according to the above method. But his energy was too weak, causing the curse to backfire. , I was thrown into the intensive care unit by the durian."

"Diman's friend Jenjin was very angry, so he found the book of curses and wanted to curse Teacher Carl. But he didn't have enough energy. So he transferred the curse back to his classmates. The number of students in Class [-] and [-] of the junior high school gradually decreased, and Teacher Carl also stayed at night. Nightmares..."

"Please pretend to be a student in Class [-], Grade [-], destroy the Book of Curses, and let Jenkin and Diman get the punishment they deserve."

Mu Shu: "..."

Although he had already heard it once, he was still mentally retarded to listen to it again.

No wonder this broken game has bugs.

There are not enough durians for him to smash.

He slowly opened the door, and saw a young man with soft black hair and pale ivory skin sitting on the lower bunk in the student dormitory.He was dressed in a simple green and white school uniform, which looked as tall and straight as a new mulberry on him.

There was a silver suitcase parked beside the bed. The boy's straight legs hidden in the black school uniform pants were lazily resting on the suitcase, rubbing the wheels at the bottom of the suitcase, and holding a plastic food box in his hand.

Mu Shu was taken aback.

The first reaction is that this movement is very beautiful.

The second reaction was, what the hell, isn't that the smell of durian? !

He glanced silently into the food box, and there were several light yellow durians neatly stacked in the box, overflowing with fragrance.

"..."

In this game, durians are smashed every day, isn't this boy afraid that one day he will be thrown into the intensive care unit if he eats too much durian?

Seeing him coming out, the boy politely put the lid on, and gave him a slightly casual smile: "Sangbai."

The sound of rain was still rumbling, and the boy's voice seemed a bit ethereal through the non-existent rain curtain.

"Mu Shu."

Mu Shu introduced himself, and he climbed back to the upper bunk indifferently, preparing for his lunch break.

Something ran through my mind.

New player Sang Bai.

Since the simulation game was officially put into use in 2100, it has attracted a large number of players.

The special feature of this game is that as long as the player lies down in the game cabin, he will come to the game world, and he will never go back until he "die".

The dungeon is assigned immediately, and the plot of the dungeon is imagined by the programmer using his rich imagination. The background is not limited, and it all depends on luck.

As a result, ridiculous and weird dungeons like [Carl's Summer] came into being.

The weird thing is that it will have bugs, collide with the real world, and create space rifts.

And they are in the space rift.

The surrounding reality is magnified a hundred times, ordinary players die, and come out of the game cabin alive and kicking.He was crushed to death by a durian here, and when he returned to his body, he probably suffered a concussion and became a vegetative state.

There is a gap in the space, they can't get in, they can't get out, they can only stay in this Holy Lake Middle School, waiting to be crushed to death by durians.

It's useless to clear the level, the ventilation system allows you to do it again or send you to the next space rift.

Thinking of this, a new term suddenly popped up in Mu Shu's mind.

Cleaner.

For example, Sang Bai, who is licking and gnawing durian below.

They are responsible for shuttling through space rifts, uncovering bugs, and rescuing trapped players.

How else could he come in?

Mu Shu was suddenly dazed, stretched his body, and raised his hands to look at the dim sky.How can I know this?

Anyway, after entering the space rift, the memories of the past flowed away through the fingers like quicksand, and they couldn't be pocketed.On the contrary, these new things quietly entered his head.

Mu Shu frowned in disgust.

What the hell is this thing that can even control human memory?

He turned over blandly, and a sweet durian smell rushed into his nostrils.The classmate Sang Bai in the lower berth had already gnawed on the last piece, and the ecstasy still lingered.

Especially when mixed with the unique damp smell of the rainy season, it is crazy.

With a "pop", Sang Bai, who took the last bite, trampled a crazy moth to death.He gave a long "tsk" sound: "This school is not bad, and there are durian trees planted at the gate."

"It exists to hit people." Mu Shu added coldly.

I don't know if he was full after eating, but student Sang Bai gradually became more active, only hearing the sound of "papapa", and a row of insect corpses were neatly placed on the ground.

"...Killing is shameful, you come clean it up."

Sang Bai pulls on the guardrail of the upper bunk, looks up at Mu Shu.His roommate's complexion is a bit ugly, the eye circles are a bit dark, but the hair volume is plentiful, and he looks quite irritable.

"You don't usually kill? Sleep with insects?" Sang Bai asked, pointing to a row of insect corpses.

Mu Shu glanced at him, the dim light passed over his white jade-like face, and the pale glass-colored eyes showed that he was a little impatient.

"I usually don't eat durian." He pointed.

"I don't eat anything in the dormitory, except medicine." The tone became more serious, and he glanced at the plastic box coldly.

"The cafeteria is the best place to eat." Declarative tone sums it up.

"..." Sang Bai was a little dazed, thinking that this is a good student from any middle school in any province or city.

"I won't disturb other people's rest during the lunch break." Supplementary explanation.

"..." Well, I provoked him.

I really hold a grudge.

Sang Bai turned around resentfully, picked up the broom to sweep up the corpses.When he knocked the dustpan on the edge of the trash can, he couldn't help but look back at the good student.

The sleeping posture is also upright, the whole person is straight like a lying corpse, with his hands folded on his abdomen, his face is still expressionless, but the slightly flickering eyelashes are as soft as butterfly wings.

[-]:[-] p.m. Beijing time.

A good student, Mu Shu, gets up straight from the bed, without any alarm clock, only relying on a powerful biological clock.

He put on his school uniform jacket casually, zipped it up to the top, and folded the collar meticulously.

Sang Bai looked in amazement: "Mr. Mu, how did you do it?"

Mu Shu turned his head to look at him, and warned, "Appearance must be tidy, the zipper should be fastened, and the school card should be put on. Later, the teacher will check in front of the dormitory building."

Sang Bai once again felt the deep malice from the good student.

Are you a disciplinary committee member or monitor?

The two of them left the dormitory building, stepped across the water-filled playground, and came to the classroom of Class [-], Class [-], Junior High.

Afternoon reading is a mathematics class, and the new students naturally met the amiable teacher Carl who is nearly [-] years old.He is of medium height, slightly stout, with a thin crown of head and wrinkled face. He is wearing a durian-colored... more precisely, a cantaloupe-colored shirt with black trousers. Wearing a briefcase, the standard image of an old teacher.

First impressions are good.

Sang Bai thought so.

The NPCs are very realistic.

But the second impression is not so good.

Because... Teacher Carl... He said: "Come on, a piece of homework, let's take a small test to solve the fractional equation."

"... What kind of player still has to do math problems in the second year of junior high school?" Sang Bai, the little rookie cleaner, asked Mu Shu in disbelief.

"Correct."

"What will happen if you don't do it?"

"There was a warrior before, the blackened Mr. Carl, who was killed on the spot with a durian."

"...I knew I should have picked all the durians off the tree at noon." Sangbai, a student of the school, uttered words of deep regret.

The amiable teacher Carl has already written the topic on the blackboard with chalk. The font is neat and elegant, and even the upper and lower bars of the equal sign are aligned. Rich math teacher.

Fortunately, solving fractional equations is a relatively simple part of junior high school mathematics. As long as the calculations do not make mistakes and pay attention to increasing the root, you can basically get everything right. After all, everyone is also a big shot after five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation.

When collecting the paper, Sang Bai saw a young man wearing glasses, with a crew cut, and his facial features were fairly straight, but he couldn't hide his gloomy air.

He looked at the sang white flying dragon and phoenix homework paper, and gave him a gloomy look.

Sang Bai smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.The smile is a bit evil.

"It's Jiejin?" He asked Mu Shu, his eyes flickered with the excitement that a cleaner couldn't hide when he encountered a bug.

Mu Shu looked at him puzzled: "What are you so happy for? You want to hit him with durians?"

"Smash it if you can." Sang Bai licked the corner of his lips, leaned closer to Mu Shu and said, "Student Mu, do you know that every NPC here may be a bug, and there is a possibility of being smashed to death by me."

"..." Although he knew that what he said was true, it was the first time Mu Shu had seen him perform so well.He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the soft black hair of Sang Bai, a scumbag boy who studied in the second grade of middle school, and there was a slight pity in Liuli's eyes.

"are you crazy."

"It's so pitiful, he went crazy at a young age."