First Player

Chapter 77 Chapter Seventy-six·Campus World·Mingxi Middle School

Wang Xingkong was an ordinary college student in Long Kingdom before entering the game.

He has been attending school diligently, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and then to university. Study after study, test after test, living under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in the Dragon Kingdom has lived like this, everything is ordinary.

He likes the second dimension, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn’t dare to play them himself, he dares to watch other anchors play... He once liked a station B anchor. The anchor’s ID was Ming’an, who was from A faceless technical stream anchor, he likes to watch this anchor beat ghosts until they scream. This anchor's live broadcast has accompanied him through many nights of catching up on homework.

...Then after entering the World Game, he noticed something was wrong.

Why does this legendary number one player sound so similar to that anchor!

Then combine the two names.

It was as if he had discovered something.

He suddenly felt a sense of surprise that he had hugged Su Mingan, and he immediately paid attention to Su Mingan's deeds. He saw the video that went viral and was uploaded to the World Forum.

The young man in the picture, facing Mizushima Kawakora, smiled and inserted his hand directly into his chest, spilling blood all over the floor.

The raging phantom fire that suddenly surged in his eyes made people breathless for a moment.

Wang Xingkong suddenly couldn't breathe.

Until the beginning of the third world, he still couldn't believe it - even though the first guild had officially announced the death and began to cultivate a new number one player.

Full of doubts, he entered the third world - the campus world.

He opened his eyes and felt the warm wind from the scorching summer heat. The electric fan made a noisy "squeak" sound above his head. The mark of the red pen was smeared on the homework book in front of him. The teacher came from the stage. The sound of the hypnotic microphone, as soon as he entered such a scene, he subconsciously began to fall asleep... This was probably a student's instinct.

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 and survive until the fifth day]

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

[Perfect pass: guess 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 common and compulsory questions in the test center account for 90% of the college entrance examination papers. We must understand the outline thoroughly and not engage in question-filled tactics. Many of you think that you will be able to follow the same pattern. It’s easy to keep answering questions, but it’s not the case at all. You still have to make mistakes when you should be wrong..."

On the stage was a middle-aged Chinese teacher. He had dark eyes, a sad face, a thin figure, and thick knuckles. He was obviously a Chinese teacher, but his sinister eyes made Wang Xingkong instinctively wary. Although the teacher said The words sounded a little too familiar, but he still couldn't ignore the sense of crisis in his heart.

He opened his book, and the name written on the title page was "Wang Han", which was not his name. He was also wearing a summer uniform that fit the size - he was now a student of this school.

...I heard that there are about a hundred players in each dungeon, and they may become members of this school just like me.

He paid attention to the expressions of other people, and sure enough, there were some "students" who looked strange. It was obvious that these were players who had just entered the world like himself.

"——Now let's start our weekly pen practice." The Chinese teacher suddenly took out a stack of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xingkong wiped his sweat and his scalp started to feel hot.

——He is a science student, and an extremely partial science student. Although his English was passable, Chinese was simply a devilish subject that pushed him to the ground. Every time he wrote an essay, he felt like he was constipated. It took him a long time to squeeze out a few words, and by the time he finally took the college entrance examination, he only gained sympathy in his twenties. point.

"There is still no limit to the topic, mainly argumentative essays, and the content is required to be positive. You can refer to the materials in your accumulation notebook." The Chinese teacher directly began to distribute essay papers.

Wang Xingkong noticed that several players' bodies had also become stiff. Some of them were not even good at holding a pen, and some were staring at the title page of the book in a daze, as if they had not yet understood the situation.

Wang Xingkong endured the discomfort of writing an essay - he had been in college for more than three years, and he still remembered how to write an essay for the college entrance examination. But when he thought about the teacher's request to be "positive and uplifting", he managed to squeeze out a few words:

[I like going to school very much, and I also like reading. I am very happy going to school. I am a happy school person. I believe that a person needs to face everything with a positive attitude. I am also very active in reading and learning, so that I can be a useful person to myself, my parents, my school, and society. Lu Xun said: "We must work hard to grow." Chairman Mao said that young people are the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. I want to live up to expectations, I want to grow and become a talent, I want to work harder and be positive...]

He couldn't write any more.

He was afraid of being torn alive by that scary-looking Chinese teacher.

As soon as the bell rang and the paper was passed up, his eyes looked a little desperate.

"We will start reviewing the lectures in the next class." The Chinese teacher pushed up his glasses and left the classroom holding a stack of composition papers.

The classroom immediately became lively after class, with people sitting around and chatting, and many people fell asleep on the table. The senior high school students really have to seize every moment to catch up on their sleep.

Wang Xingkong wiped away the sweat from the composition, walked to the corridor, and saw that the house number of this room was [Grade 3 (4)], located on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There were many students resting in the corridor who came out to enjoy the scenery. It looks like an NPC.

Noise filled the area, with dense exchanges between students. He held on to the railing and looked down, seeing the playground and sandpit in the distance, as well as the dormitory building and canteen. This looked like a residential school.

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

"——This is Mingxi Middle School, a closed school located in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Since the town is an "education mecca," all supplies are tilted toward this middle school. "Suddenly, he noticed that someone was lying on the railing next to him. He also looked like a student and looked lazy. He started to communicate with him inexplicably.

"Are you a player?" Wang Xingkong asked.

"Well, yes, you too." The student smiled and said, "Hello, I am Su Jian."

"I'm Wang Han..." Wang Xingkong hesitated for a while. Facing this guy who came up to talk to him out of nowhere, he didn't tell his real name: "How do you know this information?"

"Ah, my identity is the monitor of Class 4." Su Jian pointed to the classroom door behind her: "I checked my mobile phone and information, and I understood."

"...You still have your mobile phone?" Wang Xingkong was stunned.

"It's indeed a good harvest. I didn't expect that the class leader would violate school rules and take the lead in hiding mobile phones..." Su Jian held her chin: "You said, if I stuff the mobile phone into a player bag, and then tell the teacher Report it, what will happen to that player..." Seemingly noticing Wang Xingkong's expression, he raised his hand and laughed to himself:

"...Ah, hahaha, you look so ugly. I'm just talking nonsense. Don't be afraid."

Wang Xingkong breathed a long sigh of relief. He felt a little strange about this person's familiarity. Fortunately, the school bell rang at this time, and he quickly sat back in his seat.

The sound of tables and chairs being dragged was harsh, and the electric fan at the top was still squeaking. He turned his pen irritably and glanced at Su Jian's seat.

The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw the word "Shen Xue" written all over the title page of Su Jian's book. The crazy handwriting made Wang Xingkong feel numb.

...It’s so weird. Why is Su Jian’s notebook filled with a girl’s name?

At this time, the Chinese teacher walked in, and the entire lively classroom became strangely quiet, as if all the popularity had been suddenly sucked away.

It was obviously a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingkong couldn't help but shudder... He actually felt a little cold.

"In this class, we will correct the essays written in the previous class. Students in each group will exchange corrections. If there are particularly good ones, we can recommend them." The teacher began to hand out essay papers.

Wang Xingkong didn't know which unlucky guy had gotten the composition written by his primary school student. He got a piece of composition paper with neat handwriting. The other person's handwriting looked like he had practiced it, and he had a sharp brushstroke when folding and stroking. .

He looked at the name above: Su Jian.

...It's that guy.

He glanced at Su Jian again and found that what Su Jian was holding happened to be his own composition paper - his ghostly handwriting was clearly visible to others, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.

Suddenly, a piece of chalk hit him on the head. He raised his head and met the Chinese teacher's gloomy eyes. Those eyes were like hooks and looked extremely scary.

"Don't look around and make corrections quickly!" the Chinese teacher said in a cold tone.

Wang Xingkong shivered again in the dog days of summer. He held the pen tremblingly and looked at the essay written by Su Jian.

[If all the stars will be saved, will there be any travelers making wishes to them? 】

Wang Xingkong was stunned when he saw the first sentence.

Su Jian's essay was not long, but Wang Xingkong became more and more frightened as he read:

[Because life has reached the end, the stars will fall from the sky, but the confused traveler places his wishes on an existence that cannot even save himself... I have to say, what a selfish act this is.

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

In living together, people will form a stable and normal lifestyle that adapts to a specific environment, so people are accustomed to "stability." However, social control should not be premised on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The so-called real authority and effectiveness of systems and laws does not only lie in forced obedience, but first of all in education and enlightenment.

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

This style of writing looks familiar to everyone... It's as if it's engraved in one's DNA.

Wang Xingkong stood up with a "swish".

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