Cannon fodder is a full-level boss

A dazzling white light flashed before his eyes.

When Yan Ling opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in a classroom.

The so-called white light was just because the light outside the window was too dazzling.

A pleasant piano sound rang in his ears, and Yan Ling found himself in a music class.

In front, a female teacher's fingers were flying, and the melodious piano music came from here.

…

Yan Ling looked around.

He found that although the whole classroom was full of students, none of them were known to him.

They were all unfamiliar classmates, and there was no Cui He, Qin Jiao and others.

After the piano sound stopped, the music teacher began to talk.

"Next week, it will be our school's unique annual music festival. If you want to participate, you can go to the class monitor this week to register and fill in your information."

"As in previous years, the top three students in the music festival will not only receive generous rewards, but also have the opportunity to be favored by the Sophiel Conservatory of Music."

As the teacher on the podium said this, the students below the podium jumped up all of a sudden, and their faces flashed with excitement.

Everyone knows that the Sophiel Conservatory of Music is the most famous music university in the country.

And the so-called favor of the Sophiel Conservatory of Music that the music teacher said refers to a precious ticket to enter the Sophiel Conservatory of Music.

Although they are not facing the college entrance examination at a close distance like the senior high school students, every student has the fear of the college entrance examination.

After all, if you are not careful, you may miss the famous school.

Even Sophiel Conservatory, they may miss it even if they go all out!

But if they get this direct ticket by chance this time, everything will be different.

At that time, they can be completely immersed in music creation in the remaining days of high school, laying a better foundation for the later period, without worrying about whether there may be mistakes in the college entrance examination.

Because at that time, whether they take the college entrance examination or not, they can enter the Sophie Music Academy to continue their studies after high school.

And because the Sophie Music Academy gathers many world-famous musicians from home and abroad.

So no matter which music professor they get guidance from in the future, their future starting point must be. Standing at the end of others at the beginning.

Of course, their future is absolutely immeasurable.

…

In the next half class.

The music teacher left time for the students to discuss what they decided to perform at the music conference a week later?

After a while, with the "ding ding ding" bell in the teaching building, this music festival class ended.

…

Yan Ling sat in his seat, and from time to time, someone would come to talk to him, looking very familiar.

For a moment, Yan Ling suddenly wondered if he had traveled through the world without knowing it.

But soon——

He found that he was still in this world.

In his hand was a flyer about the music conference in a week that he got from the class monitor, and a registration form.

In front of the words "music conference", there were another few big words written prominently.

Wushui Town Beiying High School.

He remembered the world that was shattered in his memory.

Could it be that the current world is the new Wushui Town that has been reorganized again?

Yan Ling remembered that the previous world began to shatter not long after the programmer died.

Then according to the law, this reorganized world must also have an exit node similar to the programmer's world.

Of course, Yan Ling was more convinced that behind this Wushui Town, there should be someone who controls all these changes.

It was like a completely closed chess puzzle, going round and round forever.

The chess player was both outside the chess game and immersed in it, with nowhere to go.

But Yan Ling was not in a hurry at all.

Because he believed that this person would sooner or later be unable to hold back and choose to jump out.

After all, this did not seem to be a calm chess player.

…

"Yan Ling, look here."

Just as Yan Ling was still thinking, a voice suddenly came from the window next to him.

The voice was very excited.

Yan Ling looked up and found that this person was none other than Qin Jiao.

"I almost thought I had traveled through time, but when I found out that I was still in Wushui Town, I knew that you should still be here."

Qin Jiao had a look of surviving a disaster.

"Pu Siyuan, Cui He, Song Weiyu, Fang Yunxin, I have found all four of them. They are scattered in the next few classes."

"Yan Ling, you are sitting in such a corner of the class. If I hadn't had a keen eye and looked a few more times, I would have almost missed you."

"Are the other people not there?" Yan Ling asked.

"Are you talking about Yu Shuqing and Huang Wensong?"

Qin Jiao's expression was a little unhappy, "I also looked for them, but they did not appear in this world."

Qin Jiao's voice was low, as if he remembered their departure and was not as energetic as before.

...

There was still some time before class, so Yan Ling and Qin Jiao simply stood in the corridor and talked slowly.

"I personally think that the reason why Wushui Town keeps changing is similar to the update of the copy in the game, except that every update will reopen a new copy, and the people who died in Wushui Town are really dead and will not be resurrected again."

Qin Jiao nodded, "According to the current situation, it is indeed similar to what you said, Yan Ling."

"And, I don't know if you, Yan Ling, have noticed that the name of this school is exactly the same as the name of our original school, both called Beiying High School."

Qin Jiao continued, "But not Whether it's me, you, or even other people, we all know clearly that Beiying High School is not in Wushui Town, but in another city far away. "

"And the students and teachers in this school, I also observed when I was looking for you just now, and none of the people in it are from our original school."

"This shows that this school, including the people in this school, are all fictional, just like an illusion."

"The only difference is that this fantasy is too real!"

Speaking of this, Qin Jiao's face was irritable.

He scratched the hair on his head and said with some self-abandonment.

"If it's like the world of programmers, even if we find a breakthrough, every end represents a new beginning, the world keeps breaking and condensing, so we have to live endlessly in Wushui Town for the rest of our lives."

"It really is true what the programmer said, maybe only death can really leave this hellhole of Wushui Town."

Qin Jiao's voice was a little sad, he leaned his hands on the railing of the corridor and looked up at the sky.

"Think about it carefully. We have been in Wushui Town for two days. Maybe even more time has passed without our knowledge."

"We have been out of contact for so long. I guess not only the school but also your parents have known about your disappearance."

"I am the only child in your parents' family. If they knew that you just disappeared, they would be very worried."

"Damn it! I don't know who is behind Wushui Town. If I knew, I would definitely not let him go so easily."

Qin Jiao looked aggressive.

He punched the railing of the corridor, as if venting his depression.

...

Yan Ling on the side did not comfort him. After all, some things always need to be figured out by yourself.

Yan Ling looked at the students coming and going around.

Suddenly, he focused on the music conference flyer that was still in his hand.

Yan Ling's heart moved.

He said, "Qin Jiao, when you woke up in this world, did you hear about the music conference in class?"

Qin Jiao came back to his senses.

He nodded, "I heard it, and I also heard my class teacher say there was a reward. After hearing it, my classmates around me were all excited as if they had won a prize."

"What's wrong? Is there any problem with this?" Qin Jiao was a little confused.

Yan Ling pinched the paper in his hand, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Jiao.

Yan Ling chuckled.

"Don't you remember that we are also studying music?"

"Anyway, we can't go out, why don't we also come to participate in this competition!"