The end time for evening self-study in the second year of high school is 9:40 pm, and now it is just past 10 o'clock. There are still two and a half hours before the end of evening self-study, and there are still three hours and fifty minutes before lights out and bedtime.
It doesn’t take too long to write down the missing files. Most of the files that need to be corrected and added just need to be copied again and then rewritten. The most difficult thing is...
[Add class public opinion form] A total of ten sheets are needed.
The form requires former classmates of this class to fill in identity information and 300 words of recommendation.
It seems that we must have a good relationship with the aborigines this time.
*——
10:50pm——
"Please come in." Hearing the knock on the door, Yunchuan took off his earphones and turned off the screen of his mobile phone.
"Why are you...hiss..." Mu Chen, who was stuck in the door, slammed the door before he could be surprised that his roommate was Yunchuan.
"Is there any problem?" Yunchuan tilted his head, and his silver hair seemed to be coated with a layer of flowing gold under the warm yellow light.
"No, why did you reveal your true form..." Mu Chen grabbed the wandering golden threads living in the air and tied them into a thick bundle.
"You make it sound like I'm a monster, and there's no one else here, so there's no need to use a fake face." Yun Chuan rolled his eyes, and the beautiful golden color clearly reflected the man's somewhat straightened gaze.
"Ahem..." Mu Chen pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. It was obvious that only the two of them lived in this dormitory.
Then, he mysteriously took out a small bag from his pocket.
There was a silver-white mobile phone in the bag.
"Where did you get the mobile phone?" Yunchuan stood up with interest. There were many scratches on the surface of the mobile phone, and it looked like a second-hand product that had been violently dropped.
"Don't ask NPCs about players' affairs." Mu Chen condensed the black mist into a solid body and pried open the deformed shell of the phone bit by bit.
"..."
The iron bench legs were suddenly cut into three sections by gold wire, and Mu Chen smashed his broken mobile phone with it.
"I said... I picked it up in the grass. After recording the information, I walked around the school and happened to find this mobile phone." He held the mobile phone tightly to his chest. The mobile phone had been damaged to a certain extent and was slightly damaged. If it fails, it will be completely scrapped.
Huh...Yunchuan then took back the golden thread with a look of displeasure.
"Then I..."
Bata
At eleven o'clock sharp, the power in the dormitory was cut off on time.
In the darkness, only the floating golden threads and a pair of golden eyes were left with a faint light.
"Can you be the bright spot?" Mu Chen climbed up in the darkness. He stretched out his hand to stir in the air and balled up the gold wire. The faint light could barely reflect the worn-out mobile phone.
As soon as the words fell, all the golden threads dimmed together, and the room was instantly dark.
"Aren't you a little arrogant?" Yun Chuan's somewhat ethereal voice sounded in the darkness. The voice was different from usual, with a hint of temptation.
"NPCs have restrictions and cannot hit players casually..." Mu Chen felt his mouth open uncontrollably, and he quickly covered his mouth.
"NPCs can't hit players casually, but that doesn't mean I can't hit you."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Mu Chen admitted his mistake instantly.
After a brief silence, little stars of light gradually emerged in the darkness. They converged into a flowing river of stars and dispersed the darkness.
"Pay attention to your emotions." Yunchuan glanced at the mobile phone in Mu Chen's hand and closed the curtain to isolate himself from the outside world.
Notice...my emotions?
Mu Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized that his actions tonight were indeed inappropriate.
But...he didn't feel anything strange before he was awakened.
Ha... could this copy still affect people's emotions... Mu Chen rubbed his temples and opened the phone case with a faint light.
The top priority now is to find some clues in this phone.
……
"Ah——" The girl's collapsed cry suddenly sounded in the darkness, echoing in the empty dormitory, making it particularly scary.
Huh-la, Yunchuan opened the curtain and glared at the man who was busy pressing the mute button.
"Sorry, it started ringing as soon as I turned it on..." Mu Chen quickly picked up the screaming phone and blocked the speaker manually. The girl's shrill screams suddenly subsided by half.
"Why...why...why do you vote for me...our relationship is so good...why do you all vote for me...wuwuwu..."
Suddenly, the sound of violent wind was suddenly mixed into the recording, and the girl's cry stopped abruptly with a dull crash.
The battery of the phone dropped all the way, turning from green to red in a few seconds, and the broken screen flickered twice and then turned off completely.
"She jumped off the building." Mu Chen swallowed. He pressed and held the button, but there was no response from the phone.
"According to the duration of the wind's sound...she has already shredded." Yun Chuan was half leaning on the seat, still holding half of the test paper in his hand.
"She was betrayed by some people. There is probably a voting system in this school." Mu Chen frowned and took out a new notebook. He suddenly remembered the withered souls in the walking class.
Perhaps, he should go to that patch of grass again tomorrow.
*
"Morning"
"Morning~"
"Good morning~"
……
Second grade students also have classes on Saturdays, and running time is before morning reading, from 6:10 to 6:50 every morning.
Every student on the playground was dressed neatly. They were running around and greeting everyone they met enthusiastically, without any resentment of normal high school students who lacked sleep.
"Good morning." Yun Chuan and Monet ran past Sang Yan side by side and greeted him together.
"Good morning." Sang Yan replied politely.
Sang Yan changed his somewhat arrogant attitude yesterday, and his voice became much softer.
Obviously, the ten class public opinion forms were also missing from his file.
Copies will stumble up and down files. Sang Yan, who has been tortured by dozens of copies, is convinced of this.
The biggest possibility is that the teacher will be angry because the files are incomplete.
Players each have three opportunities to check the teacher's anger level every day, and Sang Yan used it twice yesterday.
Once, when the geography teacher called the player who was whispering to the NPC, her anger level was 45%.
The second time was when the player said the correct question without hesitation. After answering the question, the geography teacher's anger value was 20%.
Thinking of this, Sang Yan looked at the running class on their right with his peripheral vision. In the square formation, a tall man stood out.
He had confirmed that the transfer student named Mu Chen was one of the players, but what was suspicious was that he had a heated relationship with an NPC in his class on the afternoon of his first day of school, and they whispered during several classes.
Is it possible that that NPC is also a player, or is he a player who knows Mu Chen?
A thought suddenly arose in Sang Yan's mind.
Impossible... He shook his head and quickly gave up the idea. His guild has specially given them special training to train them to differentiate between players and NPCs.
The greatest pleasure of some advanced world-weary players is to pretend to be NPCs to backstab other players.
After the guild that Sang Yan belonged to lost three B-level players and two A-level players, it set up a department to study the difference in demeanor between NPCs and players.
Therefore, even though this copy was very real, he could still tell that Yunchuan was not a player.
It seemed that he had to establish a relationship with Mu Chen. Although the students in Class 4 were extremely enthusiastic about him, they were all ignorant.
Those students seemed to only have food and six subjects in mind.
‘The running exercise ends in ten minutes. ’ Sang Yan’s eyes followed Mu Chen, and breakfast would be the best time to contact him.
We are all players, and it is normal to want to share clues. As Sang Yan thought about it, he unconsciously smiled a bit sinisterly.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Sang Yan is about to die, and Mu Chen is about to float (confident)
The countdown to voting is two days away. Sang Zai, your mood has also been affected. Your good days are still two days away. Mu Chen, your good days will be gone if you drift for even one second
High school files cannot be given to students, but we have copies jpg...