Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Shen Zishu frowned as his talent skills fluctuated. He looked up again and glanced at the players sitting in the classroom but did not find anything unusual.

"What's wrong?" He Feng looked up and asked, "What did your innate skill sense?"

Shen Zishu raised his hand and touched He Feng's head: "Well, it doesn't feel good, it's a bit disgusting."

He Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked around casually, then saw Sheng Nancheng secretly waving at him.

He Feng: ...

No, you can't survive because you have really mutated, right?

"I didn't even watch one dungeon." He Feng said bitterly, "It was just one dungeon, but Xiao Qian made the little crybaby like this. I really want someone to tell Xiao Qian that I'll put this punch on his record, and I'll definitely give him two more punches when I get back."

The barrage of comments went back and forth quickly, and before He Feng could feel any more grief, the person who delivered the message came back.

[Uh, that’s right, the leaderboard leader said, “If you have the guts, come and fight me in the dungeon, you little piece of shit.”]

[I was at the scene, and I can testify that the top guy really said this.]

[I can testify to this, it’s pretty awesome. I think the top guy on the list got a little cocky after knowing that it would take He Ge 15 days to produce a dungeon.]

A question mark slowly appeared above He Feng's head.

Wow, Xiao Qian is really reckless!

"The student at the back!" Ning Simu looked at He Feng who was leaning on Shen Zishu at the back: "Please don't lean on others! We have to sit upright, right?"

He Feng looked at Ning Simu without answering.

Compared to Ms. Toad, Ning Simu's tone was softer, and he showed no intention of attacking in the next second. He did not seem to have any hostility at all.

As I said, He Feng believed in his intuition.

He felt that inside Ning Simu's body, there was an ugly monster covered with fangs.

"What if I insist on leaning on you?" He Feng asked, "Will you punish me?"

Ning Simu was stunned, obviously she didn't expect He Feng to talk to him like this. She quickly adjusted her expression and still looked gentle and tender: "I am your class teacher. I won't care about this in front of me. Everyone can relax a little, but students should be more obedient in other teachers' classes, otherwise..."

"You will end up like this toad." He Feng said bluntly: "I will chop you to death."

But to He Feng's surprise, Ning Simu was not angry. She covered her mouth and chuckled. She seemed to be in a good mood: "This classmate is really great. The teacher appreciates you very much."

Seeing that he couldn't force Ning Simu into a corner, He Feng no longer wanted to continue. He just huddled himself on Shen Zishu, feeling a little bored.

Well, there is actually one thing he didn’t say.

This teacher always gives him a sense of déjà vu, but he has never entered this copy before. What's going on?

That's a bit weird.

The people around him were showing some emotions of confusion and depression, but Shen Zishu had no time to ask.

He stared straight at a person's profile and finally knew who was the person who was looking at him at the beginning.

In this classroom, among the 33 players except him, He Feng and Sheng Nancheng, someone recognized him.

And now, he also recognized the other party.

"Okay, the get out of class is about to end." Ning Simu reminded: "There is a schedule on the last page of the booklet. Everyone, please flip through it and take a look. Don't delay the class. If you need anything, do you see the button on the wall?" Ning Simu pointed to the red button next to the podium: "This button is connected to the teacher's office. I will know if you press it, but you can only press it once a day."

As Ning Simu finished speaking, the speaker started playing the ringtone again.

A hoarse female voice paused and announced: "It's time for the end of class. Teachers, thank you for your hard work."

Ning Simu waved to the players and left the classroom without stopping.

As soon as Ning Simu left, Sheng Nancheng ran to his brother without any hesitation and started to complain: "Brother! Brother Lin said he would beat me when I leave the dungeon, you have to do justice for me!"

He Feng looked like I didn’t understand: “Why did he hit you?”

“Wuwuwuwuwu.” Sheng Nancheng couldn’t hold back his tears and started to wipe away his tears again: “Because you wanted to hit him, so he hit me. I didn’t do anything wrong, why did you hit me?”

He Feng fell silent. He looked at Sheng Nancheng who was wiping his tears and didn't know how to comment.

"Can't you fight back?" He Feng pointed and said, "You still come to me to complain, are you a kid?"

“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu.” Sheng Nancheng said eagerly, “Can I be?”

He Feng: ...

He Feng: "No!"

Seeing He Feng refuse, Sheng Nancheng began to tell the pitiful: “Woo woo woo woo woo woo moo ah moo, I want to fight back, but he has a boyfriend, and I’m alone, I’ll be beaten by the mixed doubles!”

He Feng: "Well, I have a boyfriend too. If you keep crying, my boyfriend and I will do mixed doubles against you."

After hearing this, Sheng Nancheng mooed even louder.

He mooed for a while before stopping. A tear formed in his eyes. He didn't know if it was because he had just cried, but his eyes were abnormally bright.

"I know! I'll find a boyfriend too!" Sheng Nancheng clenched his fist and encouraged himself: "I can do it! I can do it!"

[? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I declare this wave of little crybabies gets full marks! ]

[I am dying of laughter. This is a god-level understanding. There is nothing wrong with it. I just don’t know if the little crybaby knows that he can still find a girlfriend (dog head)]

He Feng also wanted to ask about this, but looking at Sheng Nancheng who was full of fighting spirit and had already started to patrol the entire classroom, He Feng felt helpless.

Forget it, let him do whatever he wants.

Now the most important thing is what that quiz is.

"Has anyone watched the live broadcast of this instance?" He Feng began to ask the audience in the live broadcast room: "I want to know some information."

[Speaking of this, I am not sleepy anymore. Let's take the Jing'an School dungeon for example. Just looking at the 0.56% completion rate, you can tell what kind of a dungeon this is. Also, the dungeon live broadcast has been interrupted since the small test, so no one knows what these two tests are like.]

[Yes, there are many monsters in this dungeon, the rules are not as simple as they seem, and the death rate is extremely high. It is a rare high-difficulty dungeon.]

[Also, I heard that Jing’an School requires students to study 9 subjects, and the requirement to get 90 points in each subject. Family members, I’m already suffocating…]

[So the main quest is to survive, Brother He! No! Dad! Big Dad! Save me! I don’t want to be unlucky enough to draw this copy in the future! Please make sure to destroy it! Woo woo woo woo!!]

[I agree. The one in front, don’t go! I’ll beg you too, woooooooooo!]

After looking through the comments, He Feng was able to get very little information. Most of them were talking about how numerous the monsters were in Jing'an School and how difficult they were to fight. This made He Feng feel relieved.

As for fighting monsters, he is quite good at it. No matter what kind of monster it is, he can deal with it.

What He Feng was more concerned about were those rules, such as don't stand in the corners, don't go to the corridor, and the principal and so on. They sounded very mysterious.

"Do we really want to cut our hair?" Guo Yiyi asked in a low voice, "I don't want to have a haircut, and the regulations say it's too short."

Once this topic was brought up, many players started discussing it, and the classroom finally became lively.

"Damn it, whoever wants to cut my hair can do so. I will defend my hairstyle to the death." Han Yi stroked his hair and said, "I am already so old, why do I still have to suffer persecution..."

More and more players joined the discussion, and the speakers on the wall started to sound again, forcing the players to return to their seats.

Footsteps were soon heard outside the classroom, and this time they sounded dragging and a little sloppy.

"Ahem!" Someone outside the door spat, and then the classroom door opened. A bald middle-aged man walked in with a textbook in his arms: "Everyone, look here, look here, I'm your math teacher, just call me Mr. Luo."

Teacher Luo coughed a few times, then lowered his head and spat again. This time, the players clearly saw that the saliva had corroded a layer of the floor.

"Ahem, let's open the book. Oh, you don't have a book." Teacher Luo waved his hand: "Then wait a moment."

He said he would leave immediately, without giving others time to react. The players looked at each other and had no choice but to sit still.

After waiting for about two minutes, the classroom door was pushed open again, and Teacher Luo came in carrying a struggling student. He coughed and tied the student to the podium.

"Okay, now look here." Teacher Luo dug into his pocket, took out a razor blade, and pressed it into the student's neck. "This is our first class, so let's learn this. If you cut someone's throat and bleed for a while, they will die."

The student on the podium was wailing, and the blood spurting from his neck dyed his school uniform red, as well as Teacher Luo's face.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to wipe his forehead which was splattered with blood, then he stood back a few steps, narrowed his eyes slightly, and admired the tragic scene.

All the players didn't dare to make a sound. They just watched the student struggle violently at the beginning, twitch slightly later, and die with his eyes open until now.

Some girls couldn't help but close their eyes.

Although I know that this student is an NPC, how can I not be moved when I see a living being die?

After watching the student breathe his last, Teacher Luo asked with a smile, "Did everyone learn it?"

None of the players spoke. Mr. Luo's expression remained unchanged, but his tone fluctuated slightly: "Did everyone learn it?"

He Feng stared at Mr. Luo and replied, "I have learned it."

Teacher Luo was a little surprised. He coughed lightly and smiled: "Then please tell me what you have learned?"

He Feng said nonchalantly, "I learned that the speed of bleeding to death after having one's throat cut depends on how hard the victim struggles, whether first aid is given, how to tie the person you want to kill to the table, and the angle at which the throat is cut."

Teacher Luo's smiling face suddenly darkened.

He clenched his back teeth and looked at He Feng, feeling that this man was not easy to deal with.

After all, he had to answer this question the same way as He Feng did to be qualified, and he couldn't stick to the topic he brought up, "How long will it take for someone to die from a cut throat?" Otherwise, no matter what the other person answered, he would say that the other person had not fully learned it, and directly drag the person to the podium and kill him, and then ask the next person.

Obviously no one could give a completely correct answer, and he could obviously kill so many people, so why did He Feng appear!

"Wrong! Wrong! You are so wrong!" Teacher Luo shouted in a panic. He strode down from the podium, walked towards He Feng and yelled, "How dare you talk back to me! How dare you ruin my education! You deserve to die!"

He Feng didn't take it seriously. He waited until Haitang walked up to him and punched Teacher Luo in the face. While Teacher Luo was dazed, He Feng tied his hands and then walked to the podium by the back of his collar.

"Let me teach you how to cut a throat correctly." He Feng said as he took out the Dawn Breaker and pressed it against Mr. Luo's Adam's apple, causing blood to spurt out. "First step, hold the person down, and second step, cut the throat as hard as you can. Have you learned it?"

In the silence, only Sheng Nancheng cheered, "I got it!"

And Shen Zishu also smiled and applauded.

"Excuse me for showing off my ugliness." He Feng looked at the motionless Teacher Luo and leaned forward with great pride: "Everyone, practice more. Remember the only key point. There is nothing that cannot be solved with force. If there is, then use a little more force and kick a few times. Can you do it?"

[I’m a failure in learning! Are you also a failure in learning!! My family!!]

[I am dying of laughter. I have learned the true teachings from Brother He!]

After doing all this, "Excellent Teacher" He Feng stepped over the corpse, returned to his seat, and stretched out his hand, allowing Shen Zishu to wipe the blood off.

[I'm not saying this, but in less than two hours, two very powerful mini-bosses have died. Seriously, my family, I'm shocked.]

[This is so funny, Brother He, you won't kill nine monsters every day for the past 15 days, right?]

[Hey! The one in front! I can’t say for sure, maybe it’s true, they were all killed one by one!]

"Just chop them down if you can. They are not unkillable." He Feng shrugged indifferently: "Nothing else, just a bunch of grindstones."

[…No, Brother He, how can you turn a low-end game into a high-end game, and then turn a high-end game into a vegetable-cutting game? Family members, I don’t understand.]

[Damn, the truth is revealed above, it's true, the tear mother found the truth and turned the voting game into a puzzle game, Jingan turned a very difficult dungeon into a game where you just kill people if you don't agree, I'm really dying of laughter, He Ge you are the nemesis of horror games.]

"You can't say that." He Feng sighed. "Just look at how I always play this dungeon in other ways. I'm trying to find more playability for the horror game. I'm obviously the lucky star of the Go system. Isn't this me, the little lucky star? How great."

[Horror Game System: I am convinced by your presence.]