First Player Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Chapter 76 · Campus World · Mingxi Middle School

Wang Xingxing was an ordinary college student in Long Kingdom before he entered the game.

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 exams, living under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in the Dragon Kingdom has passed this way, and everything is normal.

He likes the second dimension, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn't dare to play, he dares to watch other anchors play... He used to like a station B anchor very much. The anchor's ID is Ming An. A tech-savvy anchor who shows his face, he likes to watch this anchor beat up ghosts and wow, this anchor's live broadcast has accompanied him through many nights of supplementary homework.

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

Why does the legendary first player sound so similar to the anchor!

combines the two names again.

He seemed to have found something.

He suddenly felt a sense of surprise when he was hugging his thighs, and immediately paid attention to Su Ming'an's deeds. Then, he saw the crazy video uploaded on the World Forum.

The boy in the picture, facing Mizushima Kawasora, 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 beginning of the third world, he was still a little unbelievable - even though the first guild had officially announced the death and began to cultivate new first players.

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

He opened his eyes and felt the warm air from the scorching summer heat. The electric fan made a screeching noise above his head. The mark of the red pen was smeared on the workbook in front of him. The sound of the hypnotic microphone, as soon as he entered such a scene, he subconsciously began to fall asleep... This is probably the instinct of the students.

But soon, the system prompt sounded:

【Welcome 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: Speculate the secret behind Mingxi Middle School. 】

"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. Many of you think that the same 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 wary, 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 said "Wang Han", not his name, and he was wearing a summer school uniform that matched his size - he is now a student at this school.

...I heard that there will be about 100 players in each instance, 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're going to practice writing every week." The Chinese teacher suddenly took out a stack of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xingxing started to fry while wiping sweat.

—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.

"The subject is still not limited, mainly argumentative papers, and the content is required to be positive. You can refer to the materials you have accumulated in this book." The Chinese teacher directly began to distribute essay 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 were staring at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they had not yet figured out the situation.

Wang Xingxing endured the discomfort of writing essays - he has been in college for more than three years, and he 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, I also like reading very much, going to school is very happy, 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 up." The chairman 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 after class suddenly became lively. 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, 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 many students in the corridor who came out to watch the scenery. It looks like an npc.

Noises 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 dormitory and canteen, which looked like a residential 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."

"I'm Wang Han..." Wang Xingkong 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 checked the original body's mobile phone and information, and I understood."

"...You still bring your mobile 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 to this person's familiarity. 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 the pen a little irritably and glanced at the seat of Su Jian.

The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw that the title page of Su Jian's book was full of 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?

At this moment, Teacher Guowen walked in, and the whole lively classroom became eerily quiet, as if all the popularity was suddenly taken away.

Obviously it was a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingxing shivered involuntarily... He actually felt a little gloomy.

"In this class, we will correct the essays written in the previous class, and each group of students will exchange and correct them. If there are particularly good ones, you can also recommend them." The teacher began to distribute the composition paper.

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.

…It's 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 ghost-like handwriting was clearly exposed in front of people's eyes, and he felt ashamed immediately.

Suddenly, a piece of chalk hit his head. He raised his head and met the gloomy eyes of the Chinese teacher. Those eyes were like hooks, and they looked extremely terrifying.

"Don't look around, make corrections quickly!" said the Chinese teacher 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 wishes on an existence that can't even save himself... I have to say, what a selfish act

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

People will form a stable 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, so familiar... It's almost like it's engraved in human DNA.

Wang Xingxing stood up suddenly.

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

(end of this chapter)

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