Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Because He Feng and Shen Zishu successfully broke through the fourth floor and the live broadcast was over, there was no need for the players to sleep in the classroom. They packed up and went straight back to the dormitory at 20:00 in the evening.

After all, Daddy will feel sleepy at 20:30, so if he goes back to the dormitory early, He Feng can go to sleep directly when he feels sleepy.

In response to this, the audience in the live broadcast room wanted to say that the players are really a group of caring little friends.

As the night deepened, Shen Zishu looked at He Feng, whose face was filled with fatigue, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, then closed his eyes.

There are only two of them living in 501 now. The skinner "Chen Tu" ran away, and Fang Zan said he couldn't eat dog food anymore and left too, so it was very convenient for the two of them to do something.

The chatter of the players in the dormitory became weaker and weaker until it became completely quiet.

The remaining monsters also began to sleep, and no one dared to disturb the evil spirit's rest.

It’s so funny, they don’t even want to seek death.

Besides, monsters with slightly stronger abilities have already been hacked to death by the Evil God. The remaining minions may not be able to touch the Evil God and will be hacked to death by other players.

Thinking of this, the monsters shed tears of sadness.

I remember that they were glorious in the past. For example, they sent little girls to knock on doors frantically, tricked players into opening the door with pity, and then slaughtered the entire dormitory. Not to mention the red high-heeled shoes god, who created a legend of a possessed player killing all players.

Now, the little girl is dead, and the red high-heeled shoes god? They were chopped up and can't be put back together.

Woo woo woo, their legend finally came to an end.

He Feng had a dreamless night and got up on time at 7:30 in the morning. He lay in Shen Zishu's arms and suspected that there was something wrong with him.

After all, who can be so awesome as to go to bed and wake up on time without even a minute's error? There is something very wrong.

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the "regular sleep" achievement. The system will immediately issue 2 bonus points (already increased in value)"

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 1266."

He Feng was silent.

It really is like that it gives achievement points randomly, and it really does give them randomly.

Very honest.

"Ding, please believe me..."

"Forget it, think whatever you want."

He Feng:?

No, it’s so easy to start. Are you a kid?

The achievement system stopped making any sound, continuing to play dead. He Feng was coaxed by Shen Zishu to get up, brush his teeth and wash his face, and arrive at the classroom on time to take the so-called quiz.

Before meeting He Feng in the Jing'an School dungeon, the quizzes could be called the guillotine for players, with various tricky questions leaving countless lives.

After meeting He Feng, the players took three days of classes, but they didn't study hard for even one day during these three days. They just played around and didn't learn any knowledge.

What's more, most of the teachers had been killed by He Feng and his men, and as for the remaining teachers, they wouldn't dare to do anything wrong even if they had 800 guts.

So the surviving teachers stayed up all night to make the examination papers, setting questions across disciplines, and were busy the whole night. Perhaps it was an illusion, but after these few days of baptism, they always felt that they were a little bald.

So, in the Chinese exam, the first question on the test paper was: Please state three advantages of your teachers (for example: very handsome, very handsome, really handsome).

Players:…

Not sure, look again.

Well, there are 15 questions in total, and none of them are serious. They all ask you to talk about your feelings in the past few days, your ideals, and finally ask if you are willing to give the teachers a five-star rating.

Players can't decide whether to paint or not paint the five blank stars.

Give them the feeling that they are playing house.

He Feng wrote it quite seriously, but the invigilator took a closer look and found it was not very good.

Please state three strengths of your teacher.

He Feng: Ugly, ugly, both ugly and unrefined.

Please tell me how you feel.

He Feng: The atmosphere is good, five-star rating.

Please tell me how you feel.

He Feng: Please refer to the first question for details.

For the last question, He Feng drew a smiley face.

The invigilator couldn't bear to watch any longer, for he was afraid that he would cry out loud if he continued watching.

Shen Zishu's test paper was a bit conventional. He probably criticized the teachers' incompetence, talked about the loopholes in the copy, wrote that he wanted to lie in the yard with He Feng to bask in the sun, and finally filled in two and a half stars.

The invigilator covered his face and ran away.

Math test, starting from 1+1 to 1+15.

Just take the test. If no one says a word when you take the test, it can only be said that the teachers have put in real effort to make the players pass.

In the English test, Andrew asked 15 questions, and Daodao was asking if his jokes were funny.

He Feng raised his hand: "Can I give up the test? I don't know how to answer this question."

Proctor Andruite: "Mud... wuwuwuwuwuwu."

In the ideological and moral examination, just as Wu Yun said, you can get 90 points just by writing your name.

Not to mention other subjects, the test questions were noisy. The only normal one was the geography exam, where the question was to draw a floor plan of the school. But the floor plan was on the blackboard, and Tang Wuwei had not erased it since he drew it. In addition, the invigilator Tang Wuwei did not say anything, so the exam was just open book.

So, because the exam was too easy, the players finished all nine subjects in one morning and then started cooking, eating, and taking naps.

The teachers quickly graded the papers, and except for Mathematics, which marked full marks, most of the scores were above 110. After all, they did not dare to go too far and could only lower the scores as much as possible.

Fang Jin sent the graded test papers to the principal's office. He placed the transcript and test papers on the desk, put them down and ran away without any reluctance. He ran back to the teachers' office like the wind, as if someone was chasing him.

At 13:59 PM, the ground began to shake.

The dazed players were shaken awake, and stupidity was evident on every face.

Tang Wuwei, who had already run downstairs, didn't see any player's shadow and became anxious. He shouted at the top of his voice, "The building is going to collapse."

"Hmm?" Sheng Nancheng, who was half asleep, muttered, "Everything bit him?"

"It's still empty now." He Feng laughed. He picked up Sheng Nancheng and held him under his arm, then climbed onto the windowsill using a bench. "Boyfriend, it's up to you."

Shen Zishu smiled and nodded. The "Air Shield" refreshed by his innate skill "Unknown" quickly formed several platforms, allowing He Feng to jump down one by one.

There was a whistling sound in his ears. Sheng Nancheng opened his eyes with difficulty and found that he was floating in the air. He was frightened for a moment.

Before he could shout, he saw his brother-in-law throwing players out of the window, and his brother caught them below. The couple worked very well together, and basically when the players were no longer clear-headed, they had already reached a safe area.

The teaching building shook even more violently, and the sound of the wind blowing through the windows sounded like the building was screaming.

After everyone was safe, Shen Zishu stepped onto the windowsill and left. After he left, the teaching building seemed to finally be unable to bear the weight and collapsed in a puff of smoke.

The players were sitting on the "empty shield", looking at the collapsed teaching building, their sleepy brains generally in a state of shutdown.

No, they were still sleeping, so how could the building collapse?

Moreover, if this was an earthquake, why did it only shake this teaching building?

He Feng stood in front of the ruins and looked at the group of NPCs behind him who were used to it. He was a little speechless: "Is your dungeon boss making such a grand appearance?"

Tang Wuwei held the fan in his hand and threw a coquettish glance at He Feng: "Look at you, classmate He."

"It collapsed, it collapsed?" Sheng Nancheng said stupidly, "The building collapsed?"

"Are you awake now?" He Feng patted Sheng Nancheng's head, looked at the playground where dark clouds were gathering, and said, "It's time to fight, little crybaby."

As if in response to He Feng's words, a sharp roar broke through the sky, and streamers carrying dirty dust flew around, making the grass on the playground a mess.

The black and red mist quickly enveloped his entire body. He Feng handed the "Broken" to Shen Zishu and chuckled as he looked at the players who had already prepared their weapons.

"My fellow men." His voice was muffled by the mask, but it could not hide his confidence: "Follow me and charge into battle."

The players and NPCs went to the playground in a mighty manner. The leader was naturally He Feng. Beside him were Pei Xiazhi, Shen Zishu and Sheng Nancheng who were discussing strategies.

"Are you sure?" He Feng asked, "How can I help you?"

Pei Xiazhi shook her head. She laughed and said, "Brother, just go for it."

He Feng responded, and Shen Zishu quickly caught up and everything was arranged.

Capable players will fight, while those like Fangzhan whose innate abilities are useless will be stuffed with a bunch of bombs and will be used for long-range attacks later.

Tang Wuwei and several other teachers walked with the players, and behind them were the students who also raised their weapons.

As they approached the playground, everyone finally saw the true face of the BOSS.

This is a woman wearing a white dress. The dress is torn and dirty, with countless ribbons wrapped around her body. She swayed excitedly the moment she saw the players.

Her expression was calm, with only whites of her eyes and no pupils, which was completely different from how she looked when she smiled. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders and a little tangled.

Her body is much larger than a human, about the height of a four or five-story building, and she can kill someone with just a slap.

Fang Zhan looked at the BOSS standing in the air with some disbelief: "Ning... Teacher Ning?"

Ning Simu slowly raised his hand, and countless streamers swept towards the players, but were all blocked by the "Empty Shield".

"Jing'an School, all teachers and students are lawless, destroying the school, and violating school rules." Ning Simu spoke, his voice slow and even, without the slightest ups and downs: "Judgment, guilty, immediate execution."

The first ones to be hit by the ribbons were the student NPCs. They rushed forward with weapons in hand. Even though their strength was very weak, they still wanted to put an end to the carrier that trapped them here.

The players just stared at the BOSS blankly, without any reaction.

"Don't be stunned." He Feng sighed and took the lead to step out of the protection range of the "Empty Life Shield": "We must kill her."

Black mist rose from under his feet and formed stairs under his feet as He Feng's thoughts progressed.

He held "Xiao" in his hand, cut a few streamers coming towards him, and rushed forward.

"But Teacher Ning, isn't she trying to protect her students?" Wen Youning forced a smile that was uglier than crying. She stepped forward and held Pei Xiazhi's sleeve: "Xia Xia, Teacher Ning, you know Teacher Ning, she shouldn't..."

"She is not your teacher Ning." Pei Xiazhi looked forward and did not turn his head to look at the players: "Brother He is right, we must kill her."

The sound of the streamers hitting the barrier in front became more and more intense. It was unknown who took the first step, and the attacks began to come continuously towards Ning Simu.

"Her name is 'Ideal Witch'." Pei Xiazhi raised her head and tried to hold back her tears: "I'm sorry, I spent five years and still couldn't find her weakness."

"Yeah." Shen Zishu took a step forward: "Thank you for your hard work."

There were countless streamers surrounding Ning Simu. He Feng used Xiao Jiu and Hua Gu, but he couldn't ignite the streamers at all. Xiao Jiu was better, at least he could force them back, but Hua Gu was useless.

He Feng moved his mind, and the platform under his feet disappeared. He fell rapidly and stopped in mid-air. He stepped on the black mist and raised his knife to attack Ning Simu's skirt.

The tip of the knife was quickly wrapped by ribbons, which were soft yet strong and bounced He Feng away. While He Feng's movements were restricted in mid-air, they quickly twisted into a stream and stabbed He Feng fiercely.

The mist condensed under his toes. He Feng used the force to push off and spun in the air, avoiding the ribbons and landing steadily on the ground.

"The Gou system is giving this value randomly, right?" He Feng couldn't help but complain. His anger quickly rose as soon as "Raising a Tiger to Cause Trouble" was activated. It was obviously less than 60,000 before, which was simply outrageous: "Also, this streamer's all-round protection without blind spots is so annoying."

"Is this the extremely difficult dungeon with a clearance rate of 0.56%? How did those who cleared it before do it?"

In fact, He Feng's situation was not bad. Although he missed the target, he was not injured. The same was true for Shen Zishu. As for the others, it was a bit beyond their ability to face Streamer.

One of Tang Wuwei's arms was cut off, and he started yelling again, "Ningning, only Xia Xia will like you if you do this."

Fang Jin stood with the long-range attack troops, throwing bombs along with them and blocking the fatal streamers for the players, but he himself was seriously injured.

Sheng Nancheng had no time to fight. He worked with the medic Guo Yiyi to save people. His treatment and protective gestures were so fast that others could see clearly what he was doing, and the pain in his body was gone.

He Feng cut off a bunch of ribbons with a knife, brows furrowed. He and Shen Zishu stood back to back with equally solemn expressions.

Fighting this BOSS was difficult for him and Shen Zishu, but not too difficult, mainly because the ribbons were flexible and sometimes couldn't be cut off with one blow.

However, it is a bit difficult to distribute them to the players. After all, their abilities are not as abnormal as He Feng and Shen Zishu. They can still handle one or two streamers, but it would be a bit difficult to handle a bunch of streamers at the same time.

There is always a way to break through.

He Feng gritted his teeth, stepped on the ribbon, wrapped Xiao Jiu all over his body the moment it bounced, and stabbed Ning Simu's neck fiercely.

"Stubborn resistance." Ning Simu raised his hand, and countless streamers flew towards He Feng: "Execute him."