Survival game by confession [unlimited]

Xiao Ji's final choice was not the mentors that Heart had guessed before, but the god of death who had never shown his face from the beginning to the end.

[What are you doing?Is the dead bird crazy?]

【Heh, the god of death will teach students?This is the first time I have seen Shinigami enrolling】

[Gambling that the bird will die if it doesn't reach the second grade, hee hee]

【Why did he choose this way? Even if he chooses a holy witch, he is better than choosing a god of death】

【To tell you the truth, I think the suicidal bird is smarter than you guys, it's better for you to set up less flags】

The peeler heaved a sigh of relief, and looked down at Xiao Ji from the corner of his eye, thinking that he might not be a fool.

Of course he knows the god of death, a person like ID, he is a god of death just like him.

And from the unwillingness of Death God to appear in the final selection of candidates, it can be inferred that the other party does not care about this tutor selection test, nor does he care about the students he accepts.

Compared with the Holy Witch, the Grim Reaper doesn't even have an association except for his strength.

This time you made the wrong choice.

The Skinner couldn't help feeling a sense of joy in his heart.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

In the heterogeneous college, a good mentor can give a student great help. Sometimes this kind of help is not material. A few words of teaching and a few key information can make this student a big step ahead of other students around him. , and even survived at the critical moment of life and death.

It's lucky that the God of Reaper doesn't go crazy and kill his student. It's impossible to help Sue Dead Bird.

Succeeding Bird has taken this step, and there is no threat to him anymore.

After Xiao Ji's choice was over, it was the Skinner's turn, and he chose the Holy Witch without hesitation.

The holy witch smiled and stretched out his hand to him, wrapping his student's shoulders intimately.The two looked at each other and smiled, and they both tacitly didn't mention the fact that the holy witch had thrown an olive branch at Sue Death Bird just now, completely throwing aside his originally intended student.

Xiao Ji was holding a sign with the God of Death's ID in his hand, his eyelashes slightly retracted.

He stood alone, and he was the only one on the high platform.

Xiao Ji's choice of the god of death was not a random choice, but the result of careful consideration.

First of all, Reaper's personal strength is the strongest among the ten mentors. Among the three-star and four-star mentors, he is the only one whose personal strength has reached five stars, and he is also the only two who have not joined any clubs.

Another mentor who has no club is fierce.

Xiao Ji doesn't want to join the club for the time being.

Although in the short term, joining a large society may provide him with powerful spells, or consumables and other material resources support, but the society is an organization after all, and while obtaining resources, it must work hard for the society.

There will also be problems such as resource grabbing among candidates of the same grade in the club, especially in such a large club that has been developed for many years, and the relationship is particularly intricate.Xiao Ji's strength is currently not strong, and if he is not careful, he will become a stepping stone for others.

Another very important reason why Xiao Ji didn't want to join the big club was that he wanted to find his teacher. The clue he got from the Wuxin Jade before was "Sura".For the time being, he doesn't want to expose this matter, and if he joins the society, his actions will be restricted, which is contrary to Xiao Ji's original intention.

The god of death, who has great strength and is not dragged down by associations, has become Xiao Ji's best choice.Judging from the attitude of the other party who never showed up at all, even if he takes him for a living, he will not control him too much, and it is more likely that he is freed.

This is exactly what Xiao Ji wants, he is confident that he can get good grades in the exam without relying on the resources of his tutor and club.Ever since his teacher left at the age of 16, he knew that nothing but himself could be trusted.Xiao Ji only hopes that the mentor who is extremely important to other candidates can be quietly used as a symbol, and leave him alone.

It just so happened that the God of Death met all of Xiao Ji's conditions.

At the same time, the ID Reaper also reminded him of his teacher.His teacher once told him a story about death, when he was young, about six years old, and he had just been picked up from the orphanage by his teacher.

They moved and came to a brand-new residential apartment complex, where the people who live here are all rich or expensive bigwigs.

On the first day after moving, Xiao Ji was asked by his teacher to go out to play with his friends.

The delicate-looking child was squatting in the corner of the residential area. He was wearing loose and shabby clothes. His long gray sleeves covered his fingers and hung down.

The boy was too quiet, like a beautiful vase without emotion or life.

He's been beautiful ever since, and even in ill-fitting clothes he still can't hide his beauty.Everyone is attracted by beauty, even children are no exception.

Soon a few brightly dressed little girls stopped in front of him, pushed and shoved for a while, and let out a burst of giggles.

A girl who was as beautiful as a princess stepped forward, and it was obvious at a glance that she was a spoiled girl, with a crystal crown hairpin on her head.

The boy raised his head. He has a pair of light-colored eyes, like two pools of clear lake water, soft and sparkling.

"You are so beautiful, my name is little princess.

What's your name? ' the girl asked him.

She didn't get an answer, and the boy looked up at her, then lowered his head indifferently, and continued to stare at the ground.

"Humph."

The girl pouted, feeling that he was really rude.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, when someone talks to you, you should respond to him.

When someone smiles at you, you should smile at him too, you know?

Hello! "

The handsome but oddly dressed boy just lowered his head.

The girl got angry, and she stretched out her little head to look. It turned out that there was a snail on the ground, which was slowly crawling to one side, and the boy was looking at it.

She lifted her foot and crushed the snail to death.

"Well, you should be free to talk to me now!"

She didn't want to lose face in front of her little friend, at least she had to ask what the boy's name was.

Xiao Xiao Ji looked at the ground. The girl was wearing pink leather shoes with straps, which were spotless. There was a cute bow on the upper, and the bow was dangling.

The snail died, a pool of little bloody corpses.

His eyes were moist all of a sudden, the snail was dead, the snail was so pitiful.

Little Xiao Ji picked up its corpse, mixed it with muddy water and dust, and held it in his palm.His hand is the grave of the snail.

"You're such a weirdo."

The girl became upset, pushed him hard, and ran away with her mouth pouted.

When eating in the evening, little Xiao Ji limped back home with his face covered in mud.

The light in the apartment was on, and he opened the door with a creak.

The child poked his head out and looked inside.The tall man took out the dishes with one hand from the kitchen. Seeing the child come back in such a mess, his expression was still serious and indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.

The meals are very rich, with four dishes and two soups, made strictly according to a certain children's standard recipe, and there is not even the slightest deviation in taste.

The stool was so high that the child climbed on it by himself.The clothes on his body were dirtier than when he went out this morning, and his calves dangled timidly under them.

Xiao Xiao Ji grabbed the chopsticks on the table and was about to reach for the food.The man stretched out two fingers and slapped him on the wrist.The blow was not heavy, but the child's hand trembled suddenly, and the chopsticks fell to the table.

The tall man looked at him coldly from the opposite side, speaking like a general giving orders on the battlefield.

"Go wash your hands."

The child didn't speak, and went to wash his hands obediently, and also washed his face along the way, and put on a cleaner short-sleeved shirt.On his exposed snow-white skin were red scars, which were particularly glaring and shocking on the child's slender and lonely wrist.

The man saw the scars, but didn't speak.

The two were eating quietly. The boy couldn't control the chopsticks because of the pain in his wrist, so the chopsticks fell to the table one after another. The boy picked them up again and again, and the meal was eaten very slowly.

Only the sound of chopsticks falling on the table can be heard in the room.

"I can't eat it."

The boy spoke when he finished half a bowl of rice, because he didn't talk often, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Finish."

There was another silence. After a while, the boy put down the empty bowl in his hand and took it to the kitchen to wash it off.

"Did you have fun with your new friends today?" the man asked him.

"happy."

Little Xiao Ji lied, he was actually not happy, but he had to pretend to be happy.

He will try his best to be a good boy, a good boy will be happy every day and never cry or make trouble.

Good children are not sent back to orphanages.

Little Xiao Ji thought of the dead snail that was trampled and shrank his hands.He secretly brought the snail back and put it in a small box in his room.

The snail is so pitiful.

"Why does it hurt on the wrist?"

"I myself...not careful."

These were the scars caused by those children beating them with hard rattan canes, but he didn't say anything because Xiao Ji was a good boy.A good child should not cry or fight.

"Why don't you wear the new clothes I prepared for you, instead of the old ones?"

Those old clothes were brought out by Xiao Ji himself from the orphanage, they were leftover clothes worn by older children, they didn't fit very well.

"Not used to it."

Those clothes were so beautiful, he had never worn such beautiful clothes before.

He was afraid of those beautiful clothes and the smell of perfume on them.He is also afraid of the eyes of others after wearing those clothes.He is afraid of being seen by others, he wants to hide himself in a corner, he wants to get into his own snail shell.

The man sat on the sofa, his sharp eyes like X-rays flicked across the child, as if he could see through him thoroughly, but he didn't say anything.

He brought Xiao Xiao Ji a cup of hot milk and watched him finish it.

On the second day, little Xiao Ji was still asked to go out and play with his friends.

"I don't want to go out to play." Xiao Ji whispered.

The man asked him back.

"Other people's children go out to play, why don't you go?" His request to Xiao Ji is very simple, just to be a normal "child".

Xiao Ji returned home again with more injuries on his body.

Today, the group of children, led by the girl named Little Princess, threw pebbles at him and called him a wild child without parents.

Little Xiao Ji stuffed the corpses of the two snails into the box.His eyes were blue, but this time he held back his tears.

"I'm not some wild child nobody wants, am I? You love me, don't you?"

He asked the man this way during the meal.

That's what the teachers say. They say that a good child will be loved by others, and that his parents and gods love him deeply.

The man said coldly.

"You were thrown in an orphanage, your parents were dead, and no one wanted you but me.

I adopted you out of selfishness, I don't love you, and I don't have any feelings for you. "

Little Xiao Ji nodded, ahh, he took a big mouthful of rice.

When he lay in bed at night, he couldn't help crying, and the next day his eyes were swollen into two peaches.

It's fine if people all over the world don't like me, but the teacher doesn't even like me either.

Thinking of this, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He really likes the teacher.

Day three, day four...

The wounds on Xiao Xiao Ji's body were both good and bad. He would not leave serious wounds, but the wounds were difficult to heal. The overlapping wounds were superimposed, and the blooming flowers were tattooed on his body.

No matter how many times he was injured, he was still afraid of pain.

On the fifth day, little Xiao Ji finally took the initiative to change into new beautiful clothes. He was as delicate and cute as a little prince.

The little princess didn't hit him today, she took his hand and wanted to play the game of princess and prince with him, but after being rejected by Xiao Ji, she threw stones at him again.

So little Xiao Ji ran to see the snails, and the little princess trampled all his snails to death angrily.

On the sixth day, Xiao Xiao Ji found a thumb-long knife from the kitchen and hid it on his body.

He had seen people in the orphanage lying dead on the ground. They closed their eyes and fell asleep easily.

Xiao Ji felt that death was a very comfortable thing.He mustered up his courage, and he planned to let the little princess bleed to death.Dead people are very quiet, Xiao Xiao Ji likes quiet people very much.

Little Xiao Ji didn't want to get hurt anymore, he was never healed when he got hurt, it would hurt for a long time, it hurt so much that he couldn't sleep all night and shed tears all night.

And the little princess killed a lot of snails.She is not a princess. A good princess would not kill a snail. The snail eats grass and is innocent.

But when he was holding the knife, the teacher saw him, and when the teacher asked him what he was going to do, he told him the truth.

"I'm going to kill someone," said the child.

"Be clean. If someone comes to the house, I will hand you over."

With his back to Xiao Ji, the man put the washed dishes into the cabinet with his left hand.