Grip the claw, you are also cheating!

During the two days of the weekend and one night on Friday, Ye Shubei held his mobile phone and refused to let go. He discovered a new joy.

play games!

It's exciting and fun, and the picture is amazing. Such a fun thing is much more fun than going out with Lu Mingfeng.In fact, this can't be blamed on Lu Mingfeng, every time he goes out, it's not private clubs, movie theaters, shopping malls, how could Ye Shubei like these things to coax girls.

During these 36 hours, Ye Shubei played all the most popular games at the moment. Xiaoxiaole is fun, but after playing a few games, he gets bored. Eating chicken is also interesting. You can hide and kill , it doesn't make much sense after a long time, anyway, Ye Shubei didn't find a game that he could play continuously for two hours.

As a result, on Sunday night, he downloaded a game called "Cultivation of Love", and the word "cultivation" firmly caught his attention.

The setting of this game is also quite interesting. Players can choose from several sects, and then do task upgrades. The types of tasks are also diversified, such as collecting materials to refine medicine to upgrade, and completing entrusted tasks to upgrade, and then When they reach a certain level, they can form their own team to do dungeon PK. In short, Ye Shubei fell into it just because of the word cultivation.

Although this is very different from his previous life, but looking at it can be regarded as aftertaste aftertaste.When entering the player's name, he typed the word "Wild Dog Sanren" almost without thinking.

One night, he practiced like this until he reached level [-]. At level [-], he could form a team, but Ye Shubei hadn't figured out how to continue. He planned to talk about it tomorrow, so he fell asleep.

Maybe it's because of playing games. In his dream, he went back to the old days in the teacher's school. He was lazy and dozed off, bullied and bullied the younger brother, and slipped out over the wall to eat and drink. Kneeling is a whole day, and it is commonplace to punish scriptures for copying.Later, I was expelled from the teacher's school and wandered outside alone. These days are indeed very comfortable, because no one cares, but there always seems to be something wrong.

Wild Dog Sanren would never think about these things, but in his dream he thought about it carefully. In fact, the master was very kind to him, and the brothers and brothers were also good. Wait a minute, brother. . .

Yegou Sanren had a second dream, dreaming of the days with his senior brother, that unsmiling, strict-looking Taoist Xianhe who always used dogma and school rules to make irresponsible remarks to him.I don't know why, the idle crane road in the dream is not so annoying.

I was woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning, pointing at six o'clock. To be honest, the time here is very clear and clear. Compared with the vague concept of time before, it is much better.

He casually took out the mobile phone under the pillow, and accidentally turned on Cultivation Qiyuan, and the profile picture flashed, it was a request from a friend named "Nanxian Qingfeng".

Ye Shubei didn't think too much about it, and he won't lose money or be fooled, so he clicked to pass the verification, closed the game, got dressed and had breakfast.

In the afternoon, Xiao Zhengyi asked them to go to the literature club together. For the past two days, Ye Shubei's mind was full of mobile phones, and only then did he think of the supernatural incident in the electronic classroom that he had neglected.

The activities of the literature club were arranged in an empty classroom. When Xiao Zhengyi arrived, there were only two or three sparse kittens, either sleeping on the table or reading casually with a book.When I think about it carefully, these seem to be unfamiliar faces, and they are by no means seen in my freshman year.

They found an empty seat and sat down. In front of them was a girl with long hair and a shawl sitting quietly, holding something like a deck of playing cards in her hand. She was chanting words while skillfully shuffling and cutting the cards.On the left is a male student, who is reading a four-panel manga, and occasionally makes a few funny smirks. Anyway, looking left and right, he doesn't look like a normal literature club.

The door of the classroom was pushed open, accompanied by excited voices, "Well, are you all here? I am the new president of the Literature Club, let me introduce myself, my name is Ying Chengyang, a senior student in the English Department .”

Ye Shubei felt that this person looked familiar, and on second thought, hey, isn't he the one at the job fair who said that the electronic classroom has always had problems.

But obviously this Ying Chengyang is still immersed in the joy of the high position of the first president, and he has no scruples about the people who meet him.

Ying Chengyang put a stack of books on the podium, and said eloquently: "As the president of the literature club, first of all, I am very happy and grateful to you."

"..." This person must be happy and stupid, what he said is illogical, what are you grateful for?

There were two or three kittens in the audience, and they were all doing their own things, but Ying Chengyang couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, and continued: "Our literature club has been abandoned for so many years, and it is very good to be able to reunite now. As the president, I will do my best to lead the literary club to flourish and become the best club in XX University."

"..."

Ying Chengyang looked excited, and continued: "I asked you to come to the meeting today. On the one hand, I want everyone to get to know each other again. In fact, I was not originally from the literature club. My good buddies and classmates entrusted me with this important task. Naturally, I can't let him Disappointed, many of you students here have joined the literature club since their freshman year, and I hope you can give me your advice in the future."

Xiao Zhengyi thought it's no wonder I haven't seen you before, I'm already a senior, and I still pick up this crap, is it really too free, or is the internship settled?Suddenly there was a burst of envy, jealousy and hatred in my heart.

"On the other hand, I also want to discuss with you the future development direction of the society. This is what I think. Many of you here are seniors. Of course, it depends on your studies and future work. I hope that the literature society can serve as a Your spiritual food gives you the greatest help and motivation, and there is..."

"So you're talking a lot of nonsense just to keep us working for the literary club?"

The person who spoke was the female student holding a stack of playing cards. She looked disbelieving and uninterested.

Ying Chengyang's face flushed instantly, and he nodded in embarrassment.

"Oh, I thought it was telling us about the disbandment of the literature club. After all, we haven't met for more than two years. If it wasn't for the fact that when I filled out the application form in freshman year, I gave a self-made identity card, and the club also has credits. Calculate, I am too lazy to come here today."

"..."

Everyone present probably thought so, including Xiao Zhengyi, Ye Shubei and Song Haoqing who were never members of the club.

XX University has a strange school rule. Joining a club can count extra credits. If the club has a good performance, such as those who win sports awards in the city, it will help credits, postgraduate entrance examinations, and recommendation work, so the school's The club has been running very well, and it is the object of the students in the school to sign up for it. The only one that can be so cool that it does not hold an event in two years is the literature club.

The male student who had been reading comic books also raised his head, "So, should credits be counted before disbanding? Anyway, this literature club has reported to the school. Although there are no major achievements, it is still worth adding a few points." It's okay."

Ying Chengyang: "..."

Obviously, this classmate originally had great expectations for the lofty and high-level position of the president of the literary club, so that now a basin of cold water has come down, allowing him to fully experience what it means to be heart-to-heart cool.

So, "this, that, this, that" can't say a complete sentence.Finally, after everyone left one after another, they still stood on the podium with a silly and sweet look.

Hey, the scene in his mind is definitely not like this!

After waking up, I saw three people sitting below with different expressions. The one on the far left had a mentally retarded expression on his face, and the one on the far right had an expression of who am I and where was written all over his face, but the one in the middle was more normal and somewhat inquisitive. and thinking.

Wait, what does this emoji mean?

Ye Shubei got straight to the point, "Last time you said that there are some strange things happening in the electronic classroom, can you explain in detail what happened?"

Ying Chengyang looked confused, what's going on?

Xiao Zhengyi coughed lightly, "Well, President, these two are my good buddies, and I want to ask you about the electronic classroom."

Ying Chengyang really didn't understand why this topic had a 180-degree change. It seemed that he came here to express his identity as the new president of the literary club and to flex his muscles for his ideals and ambitions. The man forced himself to sit across from him, and started asking and answering questions like interrogating a prisoner.

"You said that strange things happened in the electronic classroom. Have you ever seen pale hands touching the screen, or all the coded programs suddenly disappeared?"

"No, no, no... No, there are hands, no procedures, ah, no, no..."

"..."

Xiao Zhengyi felt that the senior had given up the position of president of the literary club to the man in front of him, so there really was no successor.

Ye Shubei felt that this person couldn't even speak clearly, so he slapped the table, "I'll ask a question, you answer!"

"it is good..."

"Have you ever seen a computer suddenly crash in an electronic classroom, or the programmed programs suddenly disappear?"

"No."

"Then have you ever seen a piercing pale hand?"

"Have."

"What is that hand doing?"

"Flip through my book, rattling."

Xiao Zhengyi didn't understand, and asked, "It's weird, don't wipe the program, and change it to flipping the book?"

Ying Chengyang replied: "I'm from the English department, I don't know how to program!!!"

"..."

"How many times have you seen it, and how long ago?"

"once."

"..."

"How long, probably in freshman year, maybe in sophomore year, ah! No! It's freshman year! I remembered, it must be freshman year. I remember when I just entered school, I had to make a presentation in the first semester , I was worried to death, I was naturally timid, I was afraid to stand in front of people and speak, and I would blush when I spoke, that presentation, I just said a word and ran away in a hurry, yes, I remember correctly, it was a big One, I just failed that time. I cried for a long time. Later, when I was in class, I was very unhappy. I didn’t even have the strength to turn the pages of the book. I just sat there stupidly, and then I saw a pale Hands flipping through my book, yes, that's it."

"..." Timid?All right.

"You see it just once and remember it all the time? It's also miraculous. Are you sure you don't have blurred vision?"

"It's not just me. At least one-third of the other students in the class have seen that pale hand. The classmate who slept on my upper bunk said that once he played games all night and fell asleep in class. Suddenly, someone slapped him awake, but he didn't see the teacher when he looked left and right, and suddenly the pale hand slapped him hard, and he was slapped awake."

"..."

"Another classmate in the same dormitory once cheated during the English test and secretly stuffed some words, sentence patterns, etc. in his pocket. When the teacher was not paying attention, he wanted to take it out of his pocket, but felt that something was wrong. You pulled the cheat sheet with a lot of force, and in the end, you pulled it and I pulled it to pieces, so naturally you failed the exam."

"..."

"Anyway, a lot of things like this happened, so you just say it's strange or not, anyway, it's not my eyesight." Ying Chengyang recalled this, and remembered many other things, and hurriedly said: "The one who played games all night was slapped The one who woke up was the former president of the literature club. He was really scared. He stayed in the hospital for a month. After I got an internship, I just signed a tripartite contract, and I’m afraid I won’t come to school until I defend my thesis, so I only remembered that there was a literature club when I was packing, so I entrusted it to me.”

Xiao Zhengyi blushed, "After working on it for a long time, the Literature Club has just been abandoned like this. Hey, what a pity, ghost hands hurt people!"

Ying Chengyang nodded, "Actually, I only saw it once, and most people only saw it once. In fact, if I hadn't heard someone say something weird happened in the electronic classroom during the job fair, I might not have thought of it. Come up."

Ying Chengyang felt chilly when he was interrogated like this, remembering what he said that literature is to give people spiritual food, and the literature club hopes to give all members a place where they can strengthen their literary literacy and relax in the busy study life. It is definitely not the feeling of despair, powerlessness and weakness like now.

"If you have nothing to do, you can disband on your own." These words also have a bit of a president's style.

Ye Shubei suddenly thought of something, and asked, "I heard that someone died in this school a few years ago, do you know about it?"

"I know."

"..."

"We are in the same class in the English department, a female student named Lan Xiaofei."

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