First Player

Chapter 84 Chapter 83 · "But I want to learn to draw."

[Su Mingan: ...wait a minute, I haven’t written it yet. 】

[Lu Shu: Okay, write it to me after you finish. 】

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The barrage was already laughing like crazy:

[The dungeons of players in each country are different. Edward and the others are charging in the gunfire. Our country here has a really unique style. The first player and the fourth player on the list jointly copied the homework. It’s a good job! 】

[Traditional arts, traditional arts]

[The visual sense is full, and I miss the days before the game started a little sadly...]

[Ming'an is an old student. I want to see Ming'an's life as a student...]

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Su Mingan finished writing the math paper, then started writing English, and then Chinese reading... He was stunned when he saw the physics questions. When he went to pick up the next book, he saw chemistry again.

He put down his pen.

[Su Mingan: I don’t know physics, chemistry, and biology. Find someone to write it and send it to me. I’ll write it in English. 】

"Ding dong" came over there soon.

[Lu Shu: Neither can I. I asked my roommates, but they refused to show me. 】

[Su Mingan: How did you ask? 】

Lu Shu, who was in the other dormitory, turned around, glanced at the roommates who were paralyzed in the corner because of the mantis, and replied:

[Lu Shu: Just, just asking in general. 】

[Su Mingan: Isn’t it possible to ask in a normal way? 】

[Lu Shu: Hmm...]

[Su Mingan: Try forcing them with a knife. 】

Lu Shu thought this was a good idea.

Suddenly, Su Mingan, who was suffering from physical and chemical problems, noticed the barrage.

[This question, I know this question! This question is C! 】

[The tenth question in Chemistry is 3. This is an old classic. My high school teacher said it at least five times! 】

[Biological answer: BCABCABDCD, the correct rate is more than 80%! I am the biology class representative!]

[I used to be a physics teacher. I will post the process of the big questions slowly, hoping not to be overwhelmed by the barrage...]

Su Mingan was in a good mood—for the first time, he felt the influence of this audience.

With the help of the barrage, although it was a bit dazzling, Su Mingan finally finished all the questions.

He took a photo of his homework and sent it to Lu Shu, then threw the notebook to Zhang Jinfei and looked at the time.

[11:30 p.m.]

... Even with the barrage of cheating, the homework took so long. If it were an ordinary student, I really don’t know how long I would have to stay up late.

After Su Ming'an finished his homework, he began to look through Su Jian's mobile phone. This phone was just for the elderly. When he looked through the text messages, he saw text messages sent by Su Jian's parents:

[Son, pay attention to listening to more tapes when eating, and listen more to English listening when walking on the road. 】

[Don’t go to bed too early. After finishing your homework, do some exercise books. Don't go crazy with your classmates after rest. Memorize more books when you have time. If you miss one point in the college entrance examination, you will become a person in the playground. 】

[You can only do better in the exam if you work harder than others, do you understand? Don’t worry about anything else, scores are your lifeblood. 】

He kept flipping through text messages, and every sentence his parents said was inseparable from learning.

Her parents gave Su Jian a packed cram school. On weekends, she went to school from 8 a.m. to noon, and from 1 p.m. to 10 p.m. After class, she had to review until two in the morning. As a result, Su Jian was struggling in class and couldn't listen to anything. Not going in. But his parents felt that he didn't work hard enough, so they enrolled him in more tutoring classes, filling up his rest time... Under a vicious circle, Su Jian's grades plummeted, so his parents sent him to this school. Militarized closed management of schools.

It's not that her parents didn't love Su Jian, on the contrary, they were extremely considerate. A cup of hot milk in the morning and evening, oranges will be peeled well and served on a plate. The meals on weekdays are a combination of meat and vegetables, and are nutritious.

——Make sure he has enough food and clothing to be a qualified learning machine.

His parents' expectation is for him to study hard, go to college and choose a major that is stable and profitable, and find a job that guarantees income despite droughts and floods.

This major could be finance, law, or normal school—but it definitely couldn't be the art that Su Jian liked.

Because of "instability".

Their family is just an ordinary family and does not have enough wealth for their children to pursue their dreams. The child's development space can only be compressed to the lowest level.

Su Mingan rummaged through the cabinet and found only some scattered coins. Su Jian had no money. All his New Year's money was taken away by his parents, saying, "Why does a child need so much money? Let them save it and give it back to him when he grows up." As for stationery, my parents have already bought it in advance. Snacks and accessories are useless for studying, so there is no need to set aside money to buy them.

Su Jian was in great pain. His grades were only passable. Even if he worked hard, it would be difficult to solve the big science questions, and it would be difficult to improve his scores.

He was locked up in this closed school all day long. He couldn't get out or escape. He had to get up at five in the morning before dawn and read early. He only had five minutes to eat, just like a prisoner. Being under guard, his brain was completely turned into mush.

But every time his parents came to see him, they would only tell him - [Why can't my grades keep improving? You have to keep an eye on it, there's not much time left! 】

[——But I want to learn painting, I don’t want to learn physics and mathematics...] These were the last words Su Jian left.

"..."

When Su Mingan saw this, the corners of his eyes suddenly became moist.

——That was Su Jian crying, shedding tears uncontrollably, crying bitterly for his confused youth.

He wiped his eyes and found that it was the emotional residue of his original body, Su Jian, and had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps, among the thousands of students he has met, each one may become "Jiang Lili" on the rooftop. There was only one final step that prevented them from taking that step.

Everyone can be "Jiang Lili".

——For Su Jian, the person who allowed him to survive was Shen Xue. This gentle girl at the same table brought some color to his gloomy adolescence and prevented him from being buried in endless test questions. He filled his diary with her name, as if this way he could barely survive.

He even secretly drew a small portrait of her. The black hair roots in the pencil sketch were clearly depicted. The girl had bright eyes, raised lips, and a smile reflected on the notebook, like an unreachable dream in the boy's heart.

Su Jian's painting skills are very good and she is indeed a genius. Unfortunately, this closed school does not take the path of a student with art talents, and his family has no money for him to study art. They only hope that he will study finance and law in the future to earn money for the family's second child.

——This kind of talent that has nothing to do with learning is the most useless thing in this era.

Su Mingan turned off her phone and suddenly saw Wang Ran, the top student, walking towards her.

"That... first player." Wang Ran was indeed a player, and his voice was very low: "Can you show me your homework..."

When Wang Ran said this, he suddenly thought of something, and cold sweat covered his back.

He thought of the standard Ming'an behavior of "piercing the palm to obtain the antidote" in the first apocalyptic world that had been discussed for a long time. He couldn't help but shrink his neck back a little.

Su Mingan has always found that these players are afraid of him. As a spectator, he was so playful and smiling, but as an adventure player, he was like a mouse meeting a cat.

"Am I terrible?" he asked in a low voice.

Seeing Wang Ran hurriedly waving his hands, he sighed slightly: "You can take it after Zhang Jinfei finishes copying it."

He said, ignoring Wang Ran's eyes that looked like he was going to suffer for the rest of his life, and turned off the eye protection lamp.

He wasn't going to sleep tonight.

Night is a good time for action, both for yourself and your enemies.

After finishing copying, Zhang Jinfei went to bed and fell asleep. Li Xin, who had been silent all this time, also climbed into bed. Wang Ran looked at Su Mingan who was lying on the table playing with the panel, hesitated for a moment, and stayed below.

"Ding dong!"

[Lu Shu: I’ve finished copying it, thank you. 】

"Ding dong!"

[Lu Shu: What are your thoughts tonight? 】

[Su Mingan: I placed the clone on the rooftop. I would let him move at night and I would not fall asleep. 】

[Lu Shu: Do you need my help? 】

[Su Mingan: Whatever you want. 】

[Lu Shu: Okay. 】

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The deep night completely shrouded the window, making it seem airtight.

The hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, all the lights dimmed in an instant, and the whole school was in deep shadow.

The school radio rang with the sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."

"It's twelve o'clock at midnight, lights out time - students please go to bed in the dormitory and do not go out. Violators will be dealt with according to school regulations."

Su Mingan looked through the clone's vision and saw that the rooftop was also dark like a dark cloud.

He ordered the clone to go down from the rooftop, and the clone walked all the way down the stairs, clearly feeling that something was wrong.

The originally neat walls were now cracked, like a dilapidated building that had been abandoned for a long time. Spider webs were crawling in the corners of the walls, and the ground was covered with a thin and uneven layer of dust.

The clone stood against a dormitory door for at least twenty minutes. During this period, he did not hear any sound - including any turning sounds, grunts and even a little obvious breathing.

He felt like someone was peering at him, but the source of the gaze was nowhere to be found. It was quiet at both ends of the corridor, without even the slightest other sound.

He was the only one standing in the long corridor, and there was no room for other creatures.

There was a cool breeze blowing into the neck from both sides.

The clone felt a little strange. He deliberately looked at the movement inside the door. He stuck his head along the crack of the slightly opened door and looked inside——

...He found the source of his sight.

He came from the crack in the door and kept looking at him face to face, with a pair of eyes looking back at him as well.

A pair of eyes that were like glass beads, with obvious luster, and could completely reflect his eyes.

The eyes were slightly tilted, as if smiling at him.

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