Welcome Back To the World Game

Li Xin, who was slowly sorting out his schoolbag, nodded, as if he didn't want to speak.

Su Mingan glanced at Wang Ran's seat, which was even covered with dust, like a seat that had not been popular for a long time, put his homework into his schoolbag, then took up the schoolbag and walked straight to the classroom.

"Su Jian, Su Jian, tonight's homework, please!" Zhang Jinfei's voice sounded from behind: "I haven't read the fan on my phone yet, I must read it today..."

Su Ming'an ignored him. In his mind, Zhang Jinfei's appearance was nothing but bones that night.

After Wang Ran was killed, he disappeared inexplicably, as if he never existed.

He walked downstairs in thought, looked up, and saw a young man with a mantis parked on his shoulders, and a young man with students around him waiting there.

"This is the bread and milk tea bought at the Lord God's store. It's safe to eat, right?" Lu Shu guessed that he couldn't go to the cafeteria, so he prepared what he was eating. He happened to have two breads and two cups of milk tea in his hand.

"In the morning, don't drink milk tea." Su Mingan glanced at the bread: "I don't eat bread either."

"No poison..."

"No, I really don't eat it."

Lu Shu put the things back into the backpack space in frustration, and lowered his head to nibble on his own.

"Hey! The two of you—good morning!" A vibrant voice came from the crowd of people going to school on the side. At first glance, it was indeed Wang Xingxing who was bouncing around with a schoolbag on his back.

"Have you rested? Well, to be honest, I haven't slept so peacefully for a long time... The first two worlds were either too frightened to sleep or the ground was dirty... Hey, Ming An'an, your face looks so ugly. ." Wang Xingxing stared at him and said, "I stayed up late at night to do my homework, did you sleep well?"

Su Ming'an didn't care at all. Looking at Wang Xingxing's exploration, he still took a look at the mirror of the system interface - his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, dark circles were obvious, and his complexion was not very good-looking.

...perhaps because of the sentence in the clone skill [Attention, the risk of death and collapse of this skill is extremely high! ], the clones died many times, and his mental state was indeed not very good.

"It really doesn't look good." Lu Shu asked, "Did you encounter an enemy last night?"

"It's alright." Su Mingan replied simply, and suddenly remembered something, then the corners of his lips twitched, barely showing a mild smile, looking at Lu Shu and Wang Xingxing: "...Thank you for your concern."

Lu Shu's hands tightened, but Wang Xingxing responded happily: "Hey, Ming An'an is thanking me! No need to thank me, I'm so happy today, I slept well..."

Wang Xingxing always looked like this heartless, and the two didn't care about him.

After Su Mingan walked for a while, he raised his head and saw that the teaching building, which was finally not a vast expanse of whiteness, appeared in front of him.

After following the flow of people going to school up the stairs, he heard Lu Shu's low voice amidst the excitement:

"…Are you OK."

"…"

"...There's no need to act like that." Lu Shu whispered, "Look for an opportunity to make that recording public."

Then, he followed the crowd to his class.

"Ming Anan, let me tell you, last night's homework was really terrible, but fortunately I still remember some knowledge from high school, otherwise I really want to gameover..." Wang Xingkong was still chattering, Su Mingan entered the classroom, first pay attention The one who arrived was Shen Xue who was sitting next to his seat.

Today, she wore a pair of ponytails, her black hair was soft and smooth, and she was looking at him with a pair of hopeful... glass bead-like eyes.

Shen Yue was also sitting not far away. The moment she entered the classroom, her clean and soft eyes also looked over, as if suddenly ironing the broken light of the morning sun.

When the two girls in uniforms and skirts looked similar, their lethal power was unparalleled.

Su Ming'an handed in the homework, and asked Wang Xingxing to step aside, sat down, and lowered his head to open the English book he needed for morning reading.

Danmu is also very excited today:

[She looks over—! 】

[There is Yueyue in the apocalyptic world, Su-style in the floating city in the daytime, Shen Xue in Mingxi Middle School... It's so beautiful, I also want to have a girl sticker]

[In the daytime, there are more rooms in the sun than at night. In fact, as long as you don’t run around at night, the world is still a good place to live, right? 】

[Actually, the campus copy is quite good, but it is much more peaceful on the surface than the first two worlds]

[High school students, Saigao! High school students save the world! 】

[A good hammer, Tie Tie? The human skin mask is about the same as your sticker! 】

【…】

"Su Jian." Shen Xue's soft voice came from the side, Su Ming'an raised his head and met her eyes that clearly reflected his own appearance: "Did you...did you go somewhere last night?"

Her tone was very deep, and her words were very slow.

Su Ming'an was stunned for a moment, he realized that there was a rose scent on his clothes.

The smell seemed to stick, and it was still there after a whole night.

"Oh." He said, "Wang Han doesn't know if he has a question. I went to his dormitory to answer it. Maybe I went to this place, what's the matter?"

He paid attention to Shen Xue's expression.

Her eyebrows moved slightly, and she turned her head to the side: "...That's it."

As if she didn't care about this, she didn't ask any further.

"Jingle Bell-!"

The bell rang.

The morning reading started.

The morning class was quite normal. There were two classes of English and two classes of mathematics. The English teacher and the math teacher seemed to be in a normal state, and they didn't ask many questions. It was only when the fourth class was about to start, the head teacher showed up at the door.

"Wu Hai, Chen Weiwei, Sun Haiyao, Lu Yu, Wang Xingxing..." He recited the names of six people in a row, and his face was so wrinkled that it almost killed a fly: "You failed your homework yesterday! After school tonight, come here. Come to my office on the second floor!"

Wang Xingxing's heart skipped a beat. After class at noon, he immediately cast his eyes on Su Ming'an for help.

"Ming An, Ming An'an, you must save me!" Wang Xingxing took his hand and shook it: "I'm done, I'm done, his office is definitely not a good place..."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Wow! That's really great!" Wang Xingxing laughed happily, and his mood suddenly relaxed: "If Ming An'an was with me, it shouldn't be so scary, in case that old man attacked me, you But you must save me!"

"Okay." After Su Mingan took a bite of the chocolate to replenish his stamina, he fell down on the table again.

"Then I'm going to cook first, goodbye Ming An'an!" Wang Xingxing's always energetic voice gradually faded away.

Su Ming'an yawned. He was lying on the table, his vision was a little dizzy, and everything around him was a little blurry. After squinting a little, he sat up.

It's lunch break now, and the students in the class have gradually disappeared. They either go to the cafeteria to eat or go to the dormitory to take a nap.

Su Ming'an noticed that there was no one in the classroom. He lowered his head, took out the red leather diary he found in the office building last night from his backpack, and opened it.

Originally thought there would be some clues, but when he flipped through the pages, he only saw blank sheets of paper.

He thought for a while, took out the water glass on the side of the backpack, unscrewed the lid, and poured it on the diary.

In the light of the water, there was actually movement on the pages of the book.

The handwriting is gradually emerging.

He turned to the page with the writing on it, because the water had stuck some of the pages, and it was a little difficult to tear it apart gently.

[We need to create a real world

——A world without death is not beautiful and poetic]

The water stains made the handwriting bloody, like a page full of blood, and the handwriting looked a bit hideous.

"...Another mental illness." Su Mingan closed the book.

"…What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a faint question came from his ear, his hand holding the book trembled, and he turned his head slightly to look over, and met a pair of terrifying, sparkling glass eyes.

... She came quietly, not even the sound of the wind walking.

It's like it grew out of nowhere.

【! ! ! 】

[This nm is too scary, too scary! 】

[The more I looked, the more panicked those eyes were. I suddenly remembered that Shen Yue is the daughter of the head teacher, so isn't this Shen Xue also the daughter of the head teacher? 】

[It really belongs to a family, and it scares people to death at every turn]

The performance of the barrage seems to be more afraid of being scared than Su Mingan.

"Look at the diary." Su Mingan stuffed the diary into his schoolbag as if nothing had happened.

【Get Hidden Clue · Diary】

[(Diary): "The world he loves is beautiful and poetic"]

[Get 10 exploration points]

[The clue has been recorded in the clue column and can be viewed at any time. 】

"...This way." Shen Xue leaned very close, her drooping hair fluttered on Su Mingan's cheeks along the afternoon breeze, with an almost rotten rose fragrance, those eyes seemed to be even brighter, and the afternoon breeze Bright and white.

"I see you haven't had lunch yet." She held the plastic bag in her hand: "Want to try red bean bread? You like it."

"...No." Su Ming'an was always grateful for the food brought by suspicious women.

"Okay..." After asking this sentence, Shen Xue turned and left.

As if he was just making a special trip to see what he was doing.

One after another, scattered students came in yawning, and the afternoon class arrived.

In the afternoon, it was about physicochemical biology and mathematics. When the physics teacher came up, he began to draw the ball movement on the blackboard. The sound came out through the microphone, like a sleepy worm. Su Mingan felt that his spirit was really exhausted. Even though Shen Xue's eyes on the right were always cold, he couldn't help lying on the table and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he always felt a faint scent of roses lingering on the tip of his nose. This fragrance calmed his nerves, and he slept for many classes without realizing it.

What he didn't see was that the page pressed by his arm revealed a folded section of the title page.

On it, the name "Shen Xue" was written.

Shen Xue, who was beside him, turned her head to the side with a deep smile on her face.

…

This night, I slept very deeply, very deeply. It seemed that Su Mingan hadn't slept so well in a long time.

The scent of roses has always existed, and the thoughts have been sluggish as if they were stuck. For a moment, the vague thoughts were awake for a moment, and they rose more and more like fire.

He had a little clear consciousness, and tried to focus on the heavy eyelids, trying to break through the line that blocked the light—

The vision widened in an instant.

The world seemed to be glowing with color again, and when he opened his eyes again, he was showered with a large swathe of bright sunlight.

He rubbed his eyes, sat up from the table, yawned, and saw that there were no students in the classroom.

...how long have you been sleeping?

He immediately became alert, looked towards the clock on the top of the classroom, and saw that the hands pointed to twelve o'clock.

…at noon?

Outside the window, there is a large swathe of bright sunlight, and even the window sill is sparkling. It is obviously daytime.

Before going to bed is the first class in the afternoon... According to this time point, is it possible that he slept here until the next day?

But if he slept, not to mention Wang Xingxing, at least Lu Shu would come to call him, but he looked at the private message on the system panel, and the chat with Lu Shu was still in the part of copying homework.

He glanced at the bullet screen, and today's bullet screen was also very cheerful, as if he didn't care that he slept for so long:

[Are you going to take a science class this afternoon? I'm looking forward to Ming An's dazed look]

[It's another day of talking to himself... I don't know when this b will be able to look up at us...]

[Never interact with anchors, bad reviews (dog head)]

[There is another movement in the main **** space today, it seems to say that it is going to form some blue helmets or something]

[Looking for marriage through the live broadcast room, I am 20, have a room and a cat, a garden room in the center of the main **** space server 376, save 300+ points, looking for a girlfriend, requires good temperament and pure natural, like cats and cats, like LOL...]

[Swipe an advertisement, Ming'an Support Group Guild is recruiting casual players, all kinds of literary and painting masters, and millions of editors! As long as you like Ming Anan, you are welcome to drink sugar together, we are forever good friends! 】

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【…】

This group of barrage is like this every day. Because they can't get a response from him, they have long learned to talk to themselves. They are talking about little useless things every day. The live broadcast room is like chatting with the world.

He wanted to go out and have a look while sorting out his schoolbag, but suddenly found something wrong.

...after reading the red-covered diary yesterday, he clearly put it in his schoolbag,

Why can't I see it in my school bag now?

He immediately clicked on the system backpack bar, and suddenly saw the red-skin diary lying quietly in the backpack space.

A slight cold sweat ran across his forehead, and some bad emotions arose in his heart.

He opened the diary.

- The inside is blank.

Apart from the absence of blood, there is not even a trace of water on it, a clean diary.

He seemed to have thought of something, and then, an uncontrollable sense of crisis spread up his back, like a flood opening out of control.

"-What are you looking at?"

A gentle, gentle female voice came from the back of the neck, exhaling a hot air with the scent of roses.

Su Ming'an turned his head somewhat stiffly, and met Shen Xue's bright glass eyes.

His fingertips moved slightly, and a private message was sent to Lu Shu.

[Su Ming'an: Today is the first day of entering the dungeon? 】

"Ding dong!"

There was a reply soon.

[Lu Shu: What's wrong? 】

…

"Ding dong!"

[Lu Shu: The next day. 】