When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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48

After the system 663 reported entering the dungeon, the familiar dizziness hit, and Qian Ling's eyes fell into a deep darkness.

The darkness didn't last long this time.

Qian Ling's vision slowly regained clarity, the light fell into his eyes, and he had not had time to see everything in front of him clearly.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on, student Qianling, let me introduce your basic situation to everyone."

Qian Ling turned her head and saw a middle-aged man with a kind face, with his hands on his shoulders, smiling kindly at him like a teacher.

He turned his head slowly.

I saw the whole classroom, a group of young high school students in western school uniforms, some were sleeping on the table, and some were whispering.

Qianling saw the second-to-last row by the window.

The table next to him was vacant, and the boy sitting on it had exceptional facial features. He propped his chin up, looking at the scenery outside the window in boredom, wearing earphones on his ears dignifiedly.

This unintentional study scene seems to be the daily life of this academy.

And the teacher beside him turned a blind eye, and did not show any intention of rectifying the atmosphere.

"Student Qianling?"

Qianling came back to his senses.

He picked up the chalk on the podium, turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Hi everyone, my name is Qian Ling."

After saying this, Qian Ling noticed that she was actually wearing a mask?

He looked at the teacher beside him.

The other party seemed to be expecting his next words, Qian Ling said: "I'm done."

"Ah? So fast." The teacher took the lead in applauding, "Then let's welcome the new classmate and welcome him into our big family."

It's a pity that there are only a few sparse applause below the classroom.

The teacher looked a little embarrassed.

"Student Qianling, find a seat and sit down."

Qian Ling nodded.

In the few vacant seats in the classroom, all kinds of miscellaneous books were piled on the table.

There was only the boy in the penultimate row by the window that he noticed just now, and there were only scattered snacks on the empty table next to him.

Qian Ling pointed to the table, "Can I sit there?"

The atmosphere in the air seemed to freeze for another moment.

Qian Ling hugged her schoolbag, her slightly long forehead hair hung in front of her eyes, her nerves were too dull, and she didn't notice the changing expressions of the teacher and classmates at all.

"What new classmate? We didn't promise to let him in."

"I don't dare to show my face, it must be an ugly monster, hahahaha."

"Who really wants to sit next to Brother Li?"

"I don't even wash my face to take pictures of what I am like."

Amidst these malicious remarks, Qian Ling walked up to the boy with her schoolbag in her arms.

"He is really not afraid of death."

"Just wait and see the good show, hahaha, you know Brother Li's temper."

Qian Ling said: "Hello, can I sit here?"

The boy who was wearing earphones and called Brother Li didn't even bat an eye, as if he didn't notice Qian Ling in front of him at all.

The drum music that exploded in his earphones was about to hit Qian Ling's face.

It's a cool dude.

Qian Ling pursed her lower lip.

He turned his head and looked in other directions, hoping to find a kind classmate.

Seeing his glance, there was a commotion in the classroom. Some students even put their tripods on the empty seats next to them, for fear of being picked up by Qianling.

Qianling: "..."

It's not like this.

The only one who didn't do anything but just sit quietly and do the questions was the boy in the last row near the door.

Black hair covered his forehead, and most of his face was hidden behind the thick black glasses frame, only the clear jawline and thin lips were slightly pursed.

Should be a good student who likes to study very much.

Poor students will have a kind of admiration for good students from the bottom of their hearts, and Qian Ling is that poor student.

He carried his schoolbag and walked over.

"Hello."

The boy who was stopped by him paused, stopped the exercises in his hands, and slowly raised his head.

It was a pair of indifferent but dark phoenix eyes.

It's like a heavy snowfall in the dark night, and the ground is covered with frost and snow in the morning.

It was silent and cold.

Qian Ling took the initiative to reach out, "Hello, my name is Qian Ling."

"I know, I heard it just now."

He glanced at Qianling's hand, his voice was colder than his own, and he couldn't even hear the slightest ups and downs.

There were whispers all around.

Qian Ling didn't mind this.

He took off the mask on his face and raised a big smile, "Then can I sit next to you?"

The whole classroom was quiet for a few seconds, and then there was a chattering discussion, and everyone's eyes were focused on Qian Ling's face.

"???"

"I'll go...he looks good."

"To be honest, I've never seen such a good-looking boy who looks like that kind of delicate doll."

And the boy in front of him was also stunned for two seconds after seeing Qian Ling's appearance, but he quickly recovered his previous indifference.

"Sit with me, are you sure?"

Qian Ling didn't understand what he meant, and blinked, "Is there any problem sitting with you?"

"New classmate, come and sit here."

"You sit with that kind of inferior person, and you feel the smell of yourself."

Qianling frowned involuntarily.

It seems to be another copy of the Three Views.

He ignored these NPCs who made a 180-degree turn, but pulled out his chair and sat down.

"Next, please take care of me."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The new classmate looked so fragile that he would break if touched, but he was quite courageous and blatantly ignored their words.

"Tsk."

At the seat by the window, the boy lazily said, "It's so noisy."

The previously noisy classroom fell silent in an instant, and no one dared to say another word, as if boiling water had been splashed on the ice, and it stopped immediately.

After all, it is still in the period of class.

After the head teacher who brought Qianling in left, the teacher began to give a formal lecture.

Although the other students cast their gazes in Qianling's direction from time to time, no one dared to speak loudly.

In this copy of King's Game, Qianling is a newly transferred student, so the new teaching materials have not been distributed yet.

So he could only look at his new tablemate.

In order not to disturb the little classroom discipline left, Qian Ling moved her body towards him and lowered her voice.

"Hi, can I read it with you? My book hasn't been shipped yet."

Not long after the words were spoken, there was an extra textbook on Qian Ling's desk.

His deskmate gave the book directly to Qian Ling.

"You gave me the book, what are you reading, why don't we read it together?"

He said lightly: "No need. Just look for yourself."

After finishing speaking, he stopped paying attention to Qian Ling.

"Oh……"

Qian Ling silently said thank you from the bottom of his heart, just as if he was not used to being so close to strangers.

He opened the book.

On the first page, the boy's name was written in black pen - Shen Linchuan.

The font is cold and strong, and the name fits the male student's face very well.

Qian Ling silently wrote down the name.

He followed the progress of the teacher's lecture, opened the textbook, and looked at the content on it, his head went down for several seconds.

The timeline of this dungeon is the third year of high school.

Because it is an aristocratic school, most of the students here don't pay much attention to the college entrance examination, and the corresponding lecture method will be simpler than that of ordinary high schools.

But for Qian Ling, who is so poor in culture that he needs to pass the art test to go to college, now he is looking at the knowledge in the textbook.

Even if it knows Qianling, it doesn't know a word at all.

But the book was borrowed from Shen Linchuan, and Qian Ling was too embarrassed to really close the book and go fishing.

Qian Ling concentrated and listened to it for 5 minutes, but couldn't hold on any longer.

He looked around the classroom.

At present, except for some mild language violence, the theme of this book "King Game" has not yet appeared.

And the customs clearance conditions are written on it: survive successfully and find out the real king.

Could the real king be among these people?

Qian Ling sat in the last row. After observing everyone present, she leisurely looked at her deskmate Shen Linchuan.

He has been writing something since just now.

Qian Ling sat up straight, and only then did he see clearly what he was writing, a bunch of numbers, which looked like a math exercise book.

Shen Linchuan had just finished writing a question, and there was only a few seconds left between writing the answer to a fill-in-the-blank question.

Qian Ling didn't even finish reading the questions, but Shen Linchuan had already started to write the following questions.

Oh My God.

Don't you need to check it?

During the few minutes that Qian Ling was stunned, Shen Linchuan had already finished writing the first page, and turned over lightly.

Originally, Qian Ling thought that he said that he didn't need textbooks because he was shy, but now it seems that the other party really doesn't need it.

This is the gap between a master and a scumbag.

"Isn't there a new classmate? Qianling, come on, let's see how to write this question."

Qian Ling, whose name was called, subconsciously stood up.

"Let's see what this topic chooses."

Looking at the unfamiliar high school mathematics on the projection screen, Qianling doubted life.

"AAA, choose A."

"Choose B!"

The others seemed to be watching a joke, constantly disturbing Qian Ling who was thinking hard.

Finally remembered!

Three longs and one short choose the shortest, three shorts and one long choose the longest and two longs and two shorts choose B, choose A if the same length is the same short, choose D if the length is different, and if they are uneven, C is invincible.

This is the formula that Qianling copied from the Internet, it is a must for exams!

"I choose C!"

The teacher said: "Well, what else?"

and also? ?

Qian Ling widened his eyes and looked at the question type carefully.

Is this actually a multiple choice question? ! !

But the formula doesn't teach multiple-choice questions, how can I be confused...

Qian Ling stood on the seat in embarrassment, facing everyone's eyes, her cheeks slowly turned red in embarrassment.

"select all."

An icy voice spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Qian Ling turned his head.

After confirming that the source of the voice was Shen Linchuan, he lowered his eyelids and silently turned over the exercise in his hand.

A very reliable force slowly entered Qian Ling's heart, and he said, "Select all."

The teacher nodded.

"Very well, sit down."

Qian Ling, who had been pardoned, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked gratefully at his deskmate, a top student.

Thank you! !

"Well, listen carefully."

"Uh-huh!!"

Because of the second half of the class, Qian Ling was afraid of being called again. Although her hearing was scattered, she still tried her best to keep up with the teacher's progress.

At this time, the bell for the official end of get out of class rang.

A circle of people immediately surrounded Qianling's desk, led by a handsome boy with gray-blue highlights.

He knocked on Qian Ling's table and raised his eyebrows.

"We plan to hold a welcome party for you tonight, remember to come."