Welcome Back To the World Game

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Before entering the game, Wang Xingxing was an ordinary college student in Longguo.

He has been diligently going to school, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and then to university. Studying and studying, taking exams and taking exams, living under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in the Dragon Kingdom has passed this way, and everything seems so ordinary.

He likes 2D, virtual anchors, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn't dare to play, he dares to watch other anchors play... He used to like an anchor very much. The anchor's ID is Ming An, and he is a The technology stream anchor who never shows his face, he likes to watch the anchor make ghosts wow, the anchor's screen recording and live broadcast have accompanied him through many nights of make-up homework.

...and since he entered the world game, he realized that something was wrong.

Why is the voice of the legendary first player and the anchor so similar!

Combine the two names again.

He seemed to have found something.

He immediately felt a sense of surprise when he was hugging his thighs, and immediately paid attention to Su Ming'an's deeds. After knowing all kinds of things, he began to doubt—is this person really a native student?

Then, he saw the crazy video that was uploaded on the World Forum.

The boy in the picture, facing Mizushima Chuankong, smiled and inserted his hand directly into his chest, blood spilled on the ground.

The surging phantom fire that suddenly surged in his eyes was breathless for a while.

Wang Xingxing was suddenly unable to breathe.

Until the start of the third world, he still couldn't believe that the scene he saw had actually happened - even though the first guild had officially announced his death and started to cultivate new first players.

With full of doubts, he entered the third world - a campus world.

He opened his eyes and suddenly felt the warm air from the summer heat. The electric fan made a loud "squeak" sound on the top of his head. The teacher's hypnotizing microphone sound, as soon as he entered such a scene, he began to fall asleep subconsciously... This is probably the instinct of the students.

But soon, the system prompt sounded:

【Welcome all players to the third world!】

【World Name: Campus·Mingxi Middle School】

[Basic mission for all players: Survive, live to the fifth day]

[Advanced task: Play your role well and become an excellent "good student" in the eyes of the teacher. 】

[Perfect clearance: Infer the secret behind Mingxi Middle School. 】

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"Don't do useless work, the four-nine rules of the college entrance examination: 40% of the test questions in the test center are regular and compulsory, and the scores account for 90% of the college entrance examination paper. We must thoroughly understand the outline and not engage in tactics. It’s easy to keep brushing the questions, but it’s not at all, it’s wrong or wrong…”

On the stage is a middle-aged Chinese teacher. He has deep eyes and frowns, looks like a beard, thin body and thick knuckles. He is obviously a Chinese teacher, but his sinister eyes make Wang Xingkong instinctively vigilant. Although the teacher said The words were too familiar, but he still couldn't ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.

He opened his book, the title page reads "Wang Han", not his name, and he is wearing a summer school uniform that fits his size. This should be a world with an initial identity from the very beginning. Unlike The previous apocalypse and sci-fi came to the world like an outsider - he is now a student at the school.

...I heard that there will be about 100 players in each dungeon, and they may become members of this school just like myself.

He paid attention to the expressions of other people, and sure enough, there were some "students" who looked wrong. Obviously, these were players who had just entered the world just like him.

"—Now we start weekly writing practice." The Chinese teacher suddenly took out a stack of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xingxing wiped off his sweat and began to fry his scalp.

——He is a science student, and an extremely partial science student. Although speaking English is passable, Chinese is simply a devilish subject that presses him on the ground. Every time he writes, he writes like constipation. point.

"It's still not limited to topics, mainly argumentative papers, and requires positive content. You can refer to the materials you have accumulated in this book." The Chinese teacher ignored his thoughts and began to distribute paper papers.

Wang Xingxing noticed that the figures of several players had also become stiff. Some of them were not even skilled in holding a pen, and some stared at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they had not yet figured out the situation.

The composition paper was handed out from front to back, Wang Xingxing endured the discomfort of writing the composition - he has been in college for more than three years, and the ghost still remembers how to write a composition for the college entrance examination. But when he thought of the teacher's request to be "positive", he managed to squeeze out a few sentences:

[I like going to school very much, and I also like reading very much. I am very happy to go to school. I am a happy school person. I think that being a person needs to be positive and face everything, and I am also very positive about reading and studying, so that I can be a useful person to myself, to my parents, to the school, and to the society. Lu Xun said: "We must strive to grow", *** said that young people are the sun at eight or nine in the morning. I have to live up to my expectations, I have to grow and become a talent, I have to work harder and be more positive...]

He couldn't write anymore.

He was afraid of being torn apart by the Chinese teacher who looked terrible.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the paper was passed on, and his eyes were a little desperate.

"We will start commenting in the next class." Teacher Guowen pushed his glasses and left the classroom with a stack of composition papers.

The classroom immediately became lively at the end of the get out of class. There were many people sitting together, chatting and chatting. Many people fell asleep on the table. The students in the third year of high school really need to hurry up every bit of time to make up for their sleep.

Wang Xingxing wiped off the sweat that was squeezed by the composition, and slipped out first. He walked to the corridor and saw that the house number of this room was [High School (4) Class], which was located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There were a lot of rest in the corridor. The students who came out to see the scenery looked like NPCs.

The noise rang all over the area, and there were students communicating densely. He leaned on the railing and looked down, and saw the playground and sandpit in the distance, as well as the vague dormitory and cafeteria, which looked like a boarding school.

He wanted to inquire about news, but he felt that it was too strange to ask "where is this place". Since the basic task is "survival", this shows that this seemingly peaceful and peaceful school... may hide many unknown dangers .

"—This is Mingxi Middle School, a closed school located in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Since the town is mainly a "sacred place for education", all materials are tilted towards this middle school." Suddenly, he noticed that there was also a person lying on the railing beside him. The other person also looked like a student. He looked lazy, and inexplicably began to communicate with him.

"Are you, player?" Wang Xingxing asked.

"Well, yes, so are you." The student smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Su Jian."

"Wang Han..." Wang Xingxing hesitated for a while, but faced with this guy who came up to talk to him inexplicably, he didn't give his real name: "How did you know this information?"

"Ah, my identity is the monitor of the fourth class." Su Jian pointed to the classroom door behind him: "I looked through the original body's mobile phone and information, and I understood."

"...You still bring your cell phone?" Wang Xingxing was stunned.

"It's really a good gain. I didn't expect that the head of the class would violate the school discipline and take the lead in hiding his mobile phone..." Su Jian held her chin: "You said, if I put my mobile phone in a player bag, I will report it to the teacher. , what will happen to that player..." Seemingly noticing Wang Xingxing's expression, he raised his hand and laughed to himself:

"...Ah, hahaha, your face is so ugly, I'm talking nonsense, don't be afraid."

Wang Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little strange about this person's familiarity, and some did not want to approach him. Fortunately, the bell rang at this time, and he quickly sat back to his seat.

The sound of the table and chairs being dragged was harsh, and the electric fan at the top was still creaking. He turned his pen in a irritable manner and glanced at Su Jian's seat.

The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw that the title page of Su Jian's book was full of graffiti. The words "Shen Xue", the crazy handwriting made Wang Xingxing's scalp numb.

It's so weird, why is this Su Jian's notebook full of a girl's name, is that really a player?

Wang Xingxing even suspected that the other party was an NPC who came to send information.

But at this moment, the tall figure of Teacher Guowen walked in, blocking a ray of sky light at the door for a moment, and the whole lively classroom became eerily quiet for a moment, as if all the popularity was suddenly taken away.

It was obviously a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingxing shivered involuntarily... He actually felt a little gloomy and cold.

"In this class, we will correct the essays written in the previous class. The students in each group exchange corrections. We need to record each other's good words and good sentences and correct each other's bad sentences. If there are particularly good ones, you can also recommend them." The teacher began to distribute essay papers.

Wang Xingxing didn't know which hapless person got his primary school student's composition. He got a piece of writing paper with neat handwriting. The other party's handwriting seemed to be practiced. .

He looked at the name left above: Su Jian.

...that guy.

He glanced at that Su Jian again, and found that what Su Jian was holding happened to be his own composition paper—his own ghost-crawling handwriting was clearly exposed in front of people's eyes, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. humiliation.

Suddenly, a piece of chalk hit his head. He raised his head and met Teacher Guowen's gloomy gaze. Those eyes were like hooks. The inside of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was full of black holes, looking extremely terrifying.

"...Don't look around, make corrections quickly!" The Chinese teacher said in a gloomy tone.

Wang Xingxing shivered again in the dog days. He held the pen tremblingly and looked at Su Jian's essay.

[If all the stars will be saved, will there be travelers who wish to them? 】

Seeing the opening sentence, Wang Xingxing was stunned.

Su Jian's essay is not long, but Wang Xingxing is more and more shocked:

[Because life has come to an end, Xingzi will fall from the sky, but the confused traveler places his wish on an existence that can't even save him... I have to say, what a selfish act

——But it also happens to be the proof that human beings place their hopes and expectations on themselves, and this is the origin of the "Light Chaser"...

People will form a stable and normal life form that adapts to a specific environment in a common life, so people are used to "stability". However, social control should not be premised on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The real authority and effectiveness of the so-called system and law does not lie only in compulsory obedience, but first and foremost in education and probation.

——It has always been difficult for human beings to face up to themselves. They have fixed themselves in the position of "travelers", unable to break through the shackles from the changes of the times, they are carried forward by the will of the upper class, and even forget the ridiculousness of their behavior... Such people cannot become " "Lighthouse", even if the eyes of the world are gathered on them...]

This style of writing, no matter how you look at it, how familiar it is... It's almost like it's engraved in people's DNA.

Wang Xingxing stood up suddenly.

... He seems to know which player Su Jian is.