[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

Mo Qi put the heavy box full of number balls on the podium, and then glanced at the students who were sitting on the seats or looked at him with different expressions of doubt or excitement.

"Good morning." Unexpectedly, Mo Qixian greeted in a flat manner, and the people below replied "Good morning, Professor" and "Is the weather nice?"

When Mo Qi's eyes lightly passed over him, Yalar was unable to cover his face, and for the first time, he had the urge to run away when he saw his uncle.

Mo Qi withdrew his gaze, and poked the number box with his slender fingertips: "Unfortunately, your dean seems to be in poor health today, so he can't host this...unconventional lottery meeting ("The lottery is drawn for life and death" Jim murmured in a low voice. )."

"Oh, of course not, Professor." A somewhat abnormal girl who didn't know whether it was a strong psychological quality or was stimulated laughed out loud, jokingly teasing Mo Qi, "He's just afraid that he won't be able to get out of here." This kind of work, you know, must be carried out by a charming teacher like you, so that we can willingly take out the numbers from that annoying box and decide the grouping." The girl teased with a slight sense of superiority Lift your hair.

Indeed it is.Yalar still agrees with this concept in his heart - once the number is taken out of the box, it means that no matter whether it is willing or unwilling, some kind of invisible contract will start to take effect, which means that the number holder confirms that he wants to participate It is not known whether this competition will kill people.

Aral glanced at the girl again, only to realize that it was Benny, the top student whose grades were comparable to his.From this point of view, such a proud virtue is not incomprehensible, well, although it is a bit annoying.Aral shrugged nonchalantly.

On the other hand, facing the teasing, Mo Qijiu just nodded lightly, without even blinking his eyes, turned his face and said to Benny: "If this is complimenting me, then thank you."

Seeing Benny's peacock blushing from the unexpected response was very embarrassing, and Yalar was so happy that he wanted to dance the hula, uncle GOODJOB!

Mo Qi took his eyes away from Benny and continued to move slowly. Everyone he glanced at felt uncomfortable as if being shot by a laser—even though Mo Qi really didn't have much emotion in his eyes.

"The dean asked me to convey a sentence to you. There are only two words in that sentence, one is 'absolute' and the other is 'fairness'. While we are drawing lots on our side, the School of Forensic Medicine is also doing it at the same time. Wait a minute , we will announce the groupings one by one in the auditorium - don't complain that the people around you may have gotten a gifted student from a forensic school who is excellent in all aspects, and don't be glad that your partner is not a crane tail, everything is done for yourself s Choice!"

At the end of the sentence, Mo Qi raised his voice slightly at the last sentence.

The people below restrained their original smiles, and everyone seemed to realize in Mo Qi's deep voice that this might not be a camping game, but a survival competition exercise with live ammunition.

Mo Qi nodded with satisfaction: "Now, those who give up can leave the classroom. It will start next month, because the contestants need a break-in period, and you will also have a month-long vacation. Of course, homework is essential .”

Mo Qi's rare cold humor.Some people laughed a few times to fit the professor, but unfortunately their voices were so tense that they seemed to be cut off at any time.

Everyone sat without moving.

a long time.

A boy with poor grades on weekdays stood up.

Everyone turned their heads and focused their eyes on him—probably they had never been the focus like this before. The small boy seemed a little at a loss, as if he didn't know where to turn his hands and feet.

……

Jim pushed Linda, Linda was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and pushed back.

Just as Yalar was about to ask what they were doing, the screeching sound of the stool beside him startled him. When he looked up, several students stood up again, male and female. With the scorching eyes of the people who chose to stay, they left the classroom step by step-in fact, the classroom is not too big, but the distance of more than ten steps makes Yalar feel that they have walked for a long time.

When they were about to leave the classroom, Mo Qi was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly, his voice still cold: "There are some things, although they do not conform to the original regulations, but I still want to tell you—those who gave up this game , when you enter the medical field in the future, you will never be accepted by the frontline departments by default. In other words, you may not have many opportunities to truly pick up the scalpel and stand under the shadowless lamp in this life."

The people at the back door looked at Mo Qi silently.

There was no sound in the classroom.

"No hospital is likely to accept a worker who denies himself first before knowing whether it will be a blessing or a disaster. Even a second of hesitation may lead to the disappearance of a life..." Mo Qi looked deeply into their hearts Eyes, with a soft voice that reaches everyone's ears, "I hope you respect your choice and don't regret it in the future."

Whether it was most of the people sitting or standing, they fell silent again by coincidence. Everyone was thinking about their own, with different thoughts.

And the boy who stood up first froze for a moment, then blinked, his eyes were a little red, he sniffed and nodded heavily, and said earnestly, "I see, thank you, professor."

After saying that, he retracted his gaze, turned and left firmly.

After some hesitation, some of them sat back to their original seats, while some left silently with different moods.

……

Seeing that the people below had made their final choice, Mo Qi nodded and continued: "Please don't—"

After Jim's almost exasperated push, Linda staggered first, and almost missed him pushing him from the stool to the ground (what a force it was...), then jumped up, pointed at Jim's nose and yelled: " MB!!! FUCK!!! I got it! I got it! Just go! Let’s go now! Satisfied?!”

Yalar: =mouth=? ? ?

Students who don't know the truth: OдO? ? ?

Kicking away the stool blocking the way, the tall and pointed high-heeled shoes knocked on the classroom floor. After walking a few steps, Linda stopped, turned around and came back again, and gave Jim the heel hard. With a kick, he said in a sharp voice: "Bitch, son of a bitch! Come back alive for my old lady!~~ Did you hear that?!"

Mo Qi: "..."

Jim hugged his thigh and let out a wail—just a little bit, full of vigor just when the prime of life "Little Jim" died young TAT~

Linda let out a heavy breath, then straightened her hair, turned her face, nodded to Professor Mo Qi on the podium, showed a very reserved (female strong man, late...) apologetic smile, and slightly bent her knees , stuck out his tongue very cutely: "Sorry Professor, I'm leaving now."

Mo Qi nodded subconsciously, his eyes were empty.

Linda looked at Jim again.

Jim quickly ran behind Aral at some point, almost crying.

Queen Linda snorted heavily from her nose, and stomped on her high-heeled shoes as she walked away.

——until the ecstasy of high-heeled shoes died down, and Jim tiptoed, with the burning and sympathetic eyes of the whole class on his head, crawling back to his work with one hand and one foot.

Mo Qi clenched his fist, put it on his mouth and coughed lightly.

Some people looked back.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about—"

Everyone looked away, and Jim was rescued. At the same time, in Jim's eyes, Professor Qi?Angel!Alive~!Save people in dire straits! ! !

"I hope you don't look at the students who left today with strange eyes—at least in my opinion, instead of expecting too much of yourself and causing unnecessary casualties, I think it is more important to see what you want correctly and what you want. Smart. Please remember that the school assigns you a multiple-choice question, which has two answers - 'yes' or 'no'. And making a choice from any one of the crowd is exactly what each of you has. s right……"

"Hmph," Jim leaned over to Yalar and sneered twice, "If I choose the answer with two syllables, I have to buy a wheelchair when I go home. I mean, if my father is at home, It might be available tonight."

"Jim, the people's ally."

The two held hands and looked at their teary eyes, speechless.

When Yalar got a blood-red colored ball with an ugly "8" written on it with paint, and the paint had begun to peel off, Yalar suddenly felt that this ball looked inexplicably unlucky =_, =.

So on the way to the auditorium, Yalar even coaxed and lied, but failed to change the ball with the number "13" written on Jim's hand...

—— "Jim, the number 13 is too unlucky, for your own good, let's change it."

——"Fart, anyway, it's blue and blue, not like your bloody one, who is unlucky after all, if you want to lie to me, the door is blocked by you, give up!"

==.

……

The host of the auditorium is Fabia Martel's old dean, Curran Martel.

The old man was smiling, his beard flicked, and he looked around lovingly at the pair of young eyes looking up at him, and nodded: "Good afternoon, children."

"Good afternoon, old man." Jim replied in a low voice, and the little Prince Alar, the old-fashioned aristocrat, pinched him in disapproval.

"It's an honor, an honor to witness another field race... Believe me, boys, this really has a long, long history... Like me," the old man smiled, "About 45 years ago, It was through this competition that I got two-thirds of the controlling stake in Fabia Martel from my grandfather."

"So this year, I am very happy to wish the major families a new heir."

The words fell, and the old man took the lead, clapping loudly.

Kelan Martel sat on it, and he was so familiar with the rules of the game that he didn't need any manuscripts at all, "Compared to the boring desert in previous years, or the weathered Gobi last year, this year's you are undoubtedly Lucky (Jim: "Man, I have a hunch we're done."), towering 150-foot-tall old trees, plenty of sunshine, plenty of rain, and cute little animals—let's welcome this map, Madagascar Tropical rainforest on the east coast of the island!!!”

Following the old man's words, the lights in the auditorium suddenly dimmed, and the huge projector clearly projected the blueprint of Madagascar's rainforest birds on the wall. The children underneath were restless, and even the sound of a girl covering her mouth in surprise was heard.

The old man blinked: "Our task is very simple and very simple, two people, you just need to find the map fragments of this area that we have hidden in various areas in advance, and save them, and finally use seven days or less Time, starting from the starting point, running through the entire area, and finally reaching the end point—the number of fragments determines your results in the end.”

"..." sounds good, but unfortunately there are many loopholes.Aral spat darkly on the event's planner.

Apparently, Bell was also aware of this. Unlike Yalar, this girl quickly raised her hand, and after getting permission, she stood up and said respectfully: "Oh, sir...we can't be within seven days Reach so many areas and get enough map fragments—you know, to reach the end point, we can only choose one route at most.” And for that route, the best result is to let them get the area passed by this route Just a few fragments of it.

"Please sit down, my good girl." Old man Ke Lan said happily, "You will meet other groups of companions from all over the world, and they will also bring you supplies that symbolize victory."

This is a very cryptic statement.

Under the stage, Yalar, who was sitting motionless in the shadows, propped his chin, hooked his lips, and immediately understood what the old man was trying to do - it was nothing more than making them fight between groups, heck, this activity, It's interesting.

After Bell was stunned for a moment, he gasped artificially and covered his mouth in surprise: "You mean..."

"Of course, we can only rely on this." Ke Lan pointed to his head, "Maliciously hurt the members of other groups or this group. Once discovered, the qualifications for the competition will be disqualified immediately, and the information will be recorded in the file."

Bell was frightened by the sudden stern tone of the old man Curran, he was stunned and fell silent.

The old man Ke Lan nodded: "We will teach you how to use the survival equipment in the next few days. Now," the old man's voice became brisk again, "let's start grouping and meet your partner who shared the honor and disgrace with you. Let's go~"

The lights in the auditorium came back on.

The old man lowered his head, looked at the list handed over by Mo Qi and another professor from the School of Forensic Medicine, and checked the numbers——

"Brain Surgery One, Bell Grant, Forensic Medicine One, Ben Griffith."

Bell stood up, and after seeing that the other party was a strong man, he smiled with satisfaction, then walked towards him, the two talked in a low voice, and shook hands.

"Brain Surgery No. [-]..."

……

The waiting time is long.

Regarding his partner, Yalar has been imagining the other party in a mess-in fact, his idea is very simple: he may not be smart, but at least he is not a crane tail.

That's it.

Yalar's voice was heard by the Goddess of Fate.

It's a pity that it's just that I just listened to it ==.

"Number [-] of Brain Surgery, Yaral Morakot. Number [-] of the School of Forensic Medicine..." When Yalar held his breath and was about to jump out, the old man suddenly stopped reading.

==.

Aral was so depressed that he wanted to draw his gun.

Ke Lan looked at the list in his hand, but his cloudy eyes suddenly became clear at this moment, flickering with playful inquiry, "This combination is very interesting, very interesting," he said softly, "Oh, it's exciting——No. [-] of the School of Forensic Medicine, Ma Gate? Reguis!"

bah—

When Yalar jumped up from the bench uncontrollably, his eyes were about to fall to the ground.

Mammon Reguis, who arrogantly put his long legs aside and put his hands on the support seat casually, sat there lazily like an emperor without moving, with a fearless and indifferent smile slowly forming on the corner of his mouth .