Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"Gray Mist won't work..." Mao Feiyang quickly waved his hand. "We know some inside information, we know how terrifying 'Gray Mist' is. For them, it might not be as threatening as an earthquake."

"Earthquake won't work... There's no earthquake here," Mu Daxian shook his head.

"But last night's tremor..." Mao Feiyang said softly.

Mu Daxian said, "Only those who stay here will feel it. I want them to leave. By the time they feel the tremor, it'll be too late. Let's change the wording... I've got it!"

He directly modified the character "Gray" into a somewhat distorted "Storm," and then continued to write:

[A storm is coming, everyone who stays in the classroom will die!]

[Leave the teaching building area before it rains, and enter the dormitory area!]

[Run away!!!]

After writing the last three exclamation marks, he clapped his hands and couldn't help but sigh, 'It's truly a perfect call and response.'

Mao Feiyang silently glanced at the words "Run away!!!", which, apart from the font size, had the same number of exclamation marks. He thought to himself, 'Brother Xian, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what 'call and response' means?'

After Mu Daxian finished writing, he left the podium and rushed to the desk area at the back of the lecture hall.

He glanced at the label on the desk that read, "Except for art students, all other students are prohibited from reading books at the desks," and then walked straight past, heading to the rows of bookshelves at the back.

Mao Feiyang followed closely.

A few minutes later, Mao Feiyang's expression gradually became strange.

"Brother Xian, why are you... only looking at H-manga?"

"Oh? H-manga? I didn't notice," Mu Daxian said, putting a book titled "Empress XX's Lewd X Record" back on the shelf, and then picked up another book, which was still H-manga...

In this way, Mu Daxian flipped through a dozen or so H-manga. Lin Yi even noticed that a few of them were the ones Wei Liang had helped him choose, but he hadn't read them all.

"What you see is only what you see," Mu Daxian put the last H-manga back on the shelf and then left the bookshelf area.

"Ah? Isn't that H-manga?" Mao Feiyang was very puzzled.

"H-manga is just the surface," Mu Daxian explained as he walked. "Here, due to the time difference, it is difficult for units of different identities to achieve free information exchange."

"It's like when there's a problem with the cafeteria cook, they need to use the hands of an intern to issue a warning to the class teacher in advance, to avoid being calculated against."

Mao Feiyang was still puzzled. "But, what does this H-manga have to do with it? Did someone write something on the H-manga? But I can't see anything?"

"Your comprehension is passable, but your action doesn't match your comprehension," Mu Daxian criticized. "This is a method of information exchange inherited from past struggles."

"By using extraordinary power to engrave some of the information you want to convey into H-manga, it's like..."

"Like a dog peeing to mark its territory?" Mao Feiyang triggered his passive skill of misspeaking, blurting it out on the spot, causing Mu Daxian's old eyes to darken.

"Damn it, who are you calling a dog peeing?" Mu Daxian's forehead veins bulged, and he really wanted to give this guy two punches to let him know the price of being reckless.

Mao Feiyang shrank his neck, not daring to say anything more.

Mu Daxian took a deep breath and continued, "But the principle is about the same. However, these 'auras' will fade with time, like chat logs... So, flipping through H-manga is sometimes like opening a blind box."

"Only some H-manga with relatively strong auras have information that is closer to 'new', but... it's still limited, but it's better than nothing."

Mao Feiyang was thoughtful, and then said, "Then according to what you said, the information in H-manga is very limited. Compared to 'real-time news', it's more like a pile of... newspapers."

"That's more like human language," Mu Daxian nodded. "Let's go, there's not much information here... It seems that the impact of this Gray Mist invasion is indeed quite large, affecting the operation of the library to a certain extent."

"Library...?" Mao Feiyang was stunned.

"Otherwise, who do you think publishes the books?" Mu Daxian sneered. "The black apron cook doesn't care about these refined things."

As he spoke, he had already led Mao Feiyang back to the side of the podium. After taking another look at the words on the blackboard, he led Mao Feiyang out the door.

Mao Feiyang originally thought that they would sit down and rest, and then wait until 0:00 to leave and find the elevator, but he found that Mu Daxian didn't seem to intend to do that.

"Brother Xian, Brother Xian, are we just leaving like this?"

"That's right!"

"We... aren't staying in the classroom? Didn't you say before..."

Mu Daxian denied, "I did say before that, for you, the optimal solution is to attend evening self-study here, and then sneak out of the classroom to take the elevator when it's almost 0:00."

"Yeah, yeah!" Mao Feiyang nodded.

Mu Daxian said seriously, "But I said, this is 'for you'."

"Ah?"

"The optimal solution 'for you' may be a disaster for others."

"Ah??"

Mu Daxian made an analogy, "Dropping a bomb that is about to explode in your hand is certainly the optimal solution, but for the people who are hit by the bomb, it is a disaster."

Mao Feiyang thought for a while and looked around, "But there doesn't seem to be anyone here..."

"There isn't now, what about later when they come back to the classroom after dinner?" Mu Daxian said bluntly.

Mao Feiyang was speechless for a moment, pursed his lips, and then said, "No... Brother Xian, I don't really understand. Am I that dangerous?"

Mu Daxian explained, "It's not you who is dangerous, it's the aura of 'Him' that you carry..."

Mao Feiyang was slightly startled, and then fell silent.

"Brother Xian, are you saying... we will pollute them?"

Mu Daxian silently nodded.

"Almost... Whether it's 'His' aura, or the aura of art students on us, all things containing extraordinary power inherently carry pollution."

"His aura will cause some people with unstable mental states to experience... um, hallucinations or visual hallucinations, which will cause some deviations in their cognition."

Mao Feiyang's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but hiss, "Could it be that in their eyes, we... aren't human? Brother Xian, I just said, the way they looked at us just now wasn't right..."

Mu Daxian glanced at him, speechless, "If you were cosplaying as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, they wouldn't look at you too normally either."

Mao Feiyang suddenly stopped talking.

Wearing a dark green art student uniform, carrying a drawing board in a cloth bag, Mu Daxian really looked a lot like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle if you didn't look closely...

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle is hard to say, I feel more like a beggar version of the Turtle Prime Minister..." Mao Feiyang couldn't help but mutter.

"I'll give you a brick!" Mu Daxian despised, "Let's go, don't stay and harm people, wait until the mark on you is washed away, and then come back to have fun and experience it."

Having said that, Mu Daxian pushed open the door and walked out on his own.

Mao Feiyang glanced back at the lecture hall, then gritted his teeth and followed without looking back.

“Brother Xian, what are we going to do next?” Mao Feiyang followed Mu Daxian down the steps, but he didn't know what Mu Daxian was planning. “My arm isn't bleeding anymore today. Do we just need to find a place to hide until midnight?”

Mu Daxian shook his head and said, “The preparatory work isn't done yet.”

“What else needs to be done?”

Mu Daxian shook the cloth bag: “You wouldn't think that these few ineffective light bulbs can cover up our aura, would you?”

“Uh… I really thought that's all it would take.” Mao Feiyang muttered.

Mu Daxian observed the surroundings of the green belt while explaining: “First of all, covering up our aura is just to prevent us from attracting the attention of the Grinning Angel.”

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“Secondly, the current light bulbs can't cover up our aura yet.”

“Finally, even if we can cover up our aura, it's still not enough.”

“In other words, we still have other prerequisites to fulfill.”

“So… don't even mention not being able to stay in the classroom, even if we could, it wouldn't work.”

“Do you understand what I'm saying?”

Mu Daxian's reasoning was progressive, each point concise and accurate. At this moment, the ninja turtle was as capable as a professional accountant dividing property.

But Mao Feiyang was, after all, a blabbermouth, and he still managed to say something flirtatious: “So why didn't we do it all in one step just now…? Did we have to go to the classroom?”

Mu Daxian gave him a 'you figure it out' look.

Mao Feiyang immediately spread out his hands, returning a 'I'm figuring it out and won't say a word' expression.

Mu Daxian then said: “When Group B, Class 2 experienced the 70th Gray Fog Invasion, some decision-making errors led to a large loss of sports students, so I have to give some 'guidance' to prevent them from sending people to stay in the classroom.”

“Oh, I see… wait, Brother Xian, do you mean… sports students also attend self-study sessions?” Mao Feiyang seemed to have caught a key phrase.

But Lin Yi's eyes lit up. What he cared about was—"staying behind."

Sports students staying behind in the classroom?

But according to Xu Shunkang, didn't all the sports students leave the classroom?

Mu Daxian said: “Every day during self-study, the sports students will send a small number of people to stay in the classroom, but they won't wear sports uniforms. Instead, they'll leave the classroom before 9 PM every day, using the excuse of going to the toilet to wear their uniforms inside out… just like when Lao Du and the others went to the cafeteria to eat yesterday.”

“Is it like plainclothes police officers?” Mao Feiyang understood somewhat.

Mu Daxian nodded: “That's right, but these kinds of sports students generally won't take action. Even if the experience students are in danger, they generally won't help.”

“Why?”

“Because they can't win.”

“Uh…”

“The resources of the sports students are also very precious, and they must not be given away for nothing unless necessary.” Mu Daxian paused here, “'Staying behind' isn't guarding people, it's guarding territory.”

Mao Feiyang's heart trembled. He seemed to have thought of something, and said thoughtfully: “The 70th Gray Fog Invasion… Brother Xian, wasn't that the one where Lao Mo sacrificed himself?”

“That's the one.” Mu Daxian took a deep breath, “A sports student, through thinking about the rules, thought he had found some countermeasures and planned a big action for the sports students of Group B, Class 2…”

“Unfortunately, that Gray Fog Invasion was the most serious one since I entered the school, so that sports student's action failed, and indirectly led to almost the entire Group B, Class 2 sports student group being wiped out…”

“Uh, okay…” From the literal meaning, Mao Feiyang couldn't imagine what the painful failure of that action was like, so he said, “What else do we need to do next?”

Mu Daxian glanced at the green belt in front of him and squeezed out a mysterious smile: “We'll charge the light bulbs first, and then prepare some 'cheat meals' for the Grinning Angel.”

“Once everything is done, the plan to return to the art building will be foolproof.”

Just hearing the word 'charge,' Mao Feiyang felt that what Mu Daxian was going to do might be a big deal, and when he heard that Mu Daxian was going to prepare some kind of cheat meal for the Grinning Angel, his expression immediately collapsed…

Cheat meal.

Just hearing it, you know it's not a serious thing!

Before he finished speaking, Mu Daxian had already taken the lead and plunged into the green belt.

The moment he stepped into the green belt, Mao Feiyang vaguely felt that the "charging" thing might be completely different from what he had predicted.

Mu Daxian could use a paintbrush to replenish the road lamp post's number, but he couldn't charge the light bulbs?

Mao Feiyang cautiously raised this question.

Mu Daxian didn't think there was anything wrong with Mao Feiyang's question, so he casually pushed aside a blocking humanoid sculpture while explaining: “Do you remember when we talked about the spare road lamp posts, I mentioned the concept of repairing and directly replacing?”

“The light bulbs of the abandoned street lamps have actually 'expired.' I can indeed temporarily charge them to give them some effect, but the consumption for me is far higher than the consumption required to replenish the road lamp post numbers.”

“To put it simply, maintaining a dying fire only requires adding firewood, but re-igniting a fire requires more effort, and if the firewood is still wet, then the problem is even bigger.”

“Easy to understand, right?”

Mao Feiyang nodded: “I understand, so you plan to… use these sculpture pseudo-humans as charging materials?”

“These?” Mu Daxian casually pushed aside another humanoid sculpture, not caring at all, “These are too low-grade. Let's get some high-quality resources.”

“High-quality resources?!” Mao Feiyang's eyes lit up subconsciously, but he immediately realized that this 'high-quality resource' was not that high-quality resource. This was raw stuff without a license plate, so he immediately coughed dryly and silently followed.

So they walked and walked…

Mao Feiyang hadn't reacted yet, but Lin Yi noticed a problem—

When Mu Daxian had penetrated to a certain jungle depth in the green belt, he didn't seem to continue to penetrate, but… was circling in place within a certain range!

‘What does he want to do?’ Just as Lin Yi couldn't understand Mu Daxian's behavior, an ominous premonition slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, ‘Wait…’

‘Could it be that he's lost?’

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