Gamers Are Fierce

Yinshi Experimental Middle School was founded in the 1930s. Its predecessor was Jingyang Middle School built by local squires to raise donations. After several changes, it has become the city with the best grades, the most abundant teachers, and the highest comprehensive quality of students. One of the middle schools.

　　 Monday, at 7:50 in the morning, morning reading in the experimental middle school gradually stopped as the bell rang.

　　 The first class started right away, and Zhou Sheng, wearing a blue and white school uniform and standing guard at the school gate, hurried to the teaching building.

　　The electric retractable door was completely closed under the instructions of the established program, and outside the door, Li Ang, carrying a schoolbag, wandered around without any haste.

　　 He didn't walk through the main entrance, but came to the iron fence without electronic monitoring and only sheltered by forest trees. He sprinted slightly and kicked, and then the force of stepping on the ground rose into the air.

　　 Like a gymnast stepping over a vaulting machine, he gently and gracefully climbed over a tall iron fence, patted the leaves on his body, and walked into the teaching building like an okay person.

　　 tuk, tuk, tuk.

　　 knocked on the door and entered the classroom. All the classmates and Shi Qingsong, who was teaching history on the podium, turned their eyes to Li Ang.

　　 "Be late again."

　　 The bookish middle-aged man Shi Qingsong pushed his glasses and tapped the podium with his knuckles, "What's the reason this time?

　　 Last time, I said that you ate Mapo tofu in a street restaurant and then you were chased by Mapo and her husband on Shiba Street.

　　 Last time, I said that you saw a tramp sleeping on the side of the street, afraid that he would catch a cold, so you built three shared bicycles on him.

　　 Last time I said that you were afraid of the embarrassment when you were taking a bath, so you took the initiative to talk to the bath master and asked him: ‘have you not eaten yet? As a result, the bathing master who felt that his professional dignity was provoked rubbed off two layers of skin, causing pain to be unbearable and being late for school the next day. "

　　 Heh, I still remember it all.

　　 Li Ang said modestly: "Report teacher, I fought a desperate fight with a ghost last night and shot it to death on the spot, successfully blocking the news of the real existence of the bull ghost and the snake god."

　　 Shi Qing relaxed and happy, "If you don't talk about strange things, how can there be any monsters in the world?"

　　 Li Ang nodded, "Look, how successful the information blockade is."

　　 Shi Qingsong's eyes twitched, "...Go back and sit down and come to the office after class."

　　 Li Ang Rumeng amnesty and returned to his seat.

　　 His deskmate is a girl, Wang Congshan, who serves as the monitor, and is also considered Li Ang's half childhood sweetheart.

　　 When I was in elementary school together, Wang Congshan was afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, so caring Li Ang grabbed a toad from the drain and pressed it on her head to help her eat the mosquitoes that dared to fly over;

When raising silkworm babies together, Wang Congshan’s silkworm babies died. Li Ang, who was thinking of her little friend, caught a bunch of white flower maggots to comfort her and asked her to continue raising them. As expected, a lot of blow flies were raised in the classroom. Raging

　　 When playing hide-and-seek together, Wang Congshan hid in the big wooden cabinet. The kind-hearted Li Ang took ten stacks of mosquito coils and lit them in front of the wooden cabinet, and rolled her eyes out of the wooden cabinet.

　　唔... Thinking about it this way, it seems that the memories of their childhood sweethearts are really "sweet"...

　　 Li Ang sat down, looking for the textbook from his schoolbag, and whispered to Wang Congshan: "Good morning, Biaozi."

　　 The squad leader who has long been accustomed to the same table style has his eyes widened, "Who is Biaozi? Don't give people this inexplicable nickname, you are mentally retarded."

　　 "Good Biaozi, I know Biaozi."

　　 "..." Wang Congshan took a breath and automatically blocked the harassment.

　　 At the end of get out of class, Shi Qingsong went to the classroom to make an external phone, and wanted to go to the newly built teacher's office building to get a document, so Li Ang went to him again at noon to discuss the issue of student behavior.

　　 After the head teacher left, the classmates could finally have fun and chat in groups.

　　 "Eh, have you heard that? There is another dead person on Qianhua Road. Just this morning, more than a dozen police cars went and sealed four streets."

　　 "Ah, what's going on? Didn't there just have a car accident there a few days ago? A passenger didn't know what wind he was smoking, and suddenly he stuck his head out of the window of the tourist bus.

　　 As a result, he drove by a bus right next to him... He was still in the car, but his head was cut off like a sugarcane, and he fell into the bowl of a buddy who was eating noodles on the street..."

　　 "Hiss..." The students in the audience took a deep breath.

　　 "This is not just a traffic accident. I heard that when a sanitation worker was working early in the morning, he saw a man embedded in a telephone pole at the intersection of Qianhua Road..."

　　 "Embedded? How to embed?"

　　 "Have you tried using chopsticks to pierce the buns? The man is lying flat on the ground, with a twelve-meter telegraph pole on his chest..."

　　 "How is it possible? Fake?"

　　"Hey, the police said he couldn't think of it. He jumped from a tall building and was pierced by a concrete pole, but the tallest house near the intersection was only three or four stories high, and the height of the fall was not enough.

　　Moreover, the wires at the top of the telephone pole were not damaged, and there was no blood on the entire cement pole. The corpse, as if ‘grown’ from the telephone pole, was completely natural..."

　　The expressions on the faces of the students chatting around are a little unnatural, UU reading www. The uukanshu.com classmate who told the story secretly took out his mobile phone from his bag and searched the Internet, hehe smiled and said, "Hey, at the time, hundreds of people at the crossroads saw it. My uncle happened to be there, and he uploaded it to his family group and Weibo. Photos, but now, there is no relevant information found in the Weibo Post Bar, and the words Qian Hualu are also blocked..."

　　 After that, he showed the phone to others, and Li Ang glanced at it.

　　 The photo was probably taken from a long distance. It was a little fuzzy. A man in a suit could be seen lying under a concrete utility pole. There was a circle of police officers and some firefighters holding a cement saw.

　　 Obviously, the police estimated that they would not be able to take out the corpse completely without damaging the telephone pole. They had to ask the fire department to saw the telephone pole down.

　　 On the screen of the phone, the bizarre and even horrifying pictures made the girls around them pale, while the boys pretended to be calm and smiled.

　　 As the so-called Ye Gong is good for dragons, in recent months, there have been endless cases of unnatural deaths of this type of urban ghost story. People are talking about ghost stories while being terrified.

　　 Seeing the cowering expressions on the faces of the classmates, Wang Congshan, the class leader, said hurriedly: “Okay, it’s better not to communicate and spread such content in school. It’s time to go to class and go back to your seat.”

　　 The crowd disappeared silently in a depressed atmosphere, while Li Ang squinted his eyes, thinking about the picture.

　　 That is not something that a serial killer or accidental man-made disaster can do at all. The only explanation is the illusory ghosts and gods.

　　 This is the real world the player faces.

　　 Li Ang was silent, and wrote the words "Qianhua Road" in his notebook.