Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

The players don’t know whether He Feng is lucky or not, but Ning Simu is convinced.

Less than half an hour after she sat in the office, she was suddenly notified that a student in her class had beaten and killed the teacher again.

Ning Simu knew without hesitation that the student who killed the teacher must be He Feng.

She took a deep breath and told herself repeatedly that the students all had potential and they must have reasons for doing this. She had to ask them carefully. After adjusting her mindset, Ning Simu set out on the road to the classroom again.

So, when she opened the classroom door, she suddenly found He Feng and others cooking hot pot in the house.

Ning Simu just wants to say one thing, He Feng, having you is a blessing for the entire Class 3-4 of Senior High School.

"Hey, class teacher." He Feng waved to Ning Simu while sitting on the desk: "Come on, come quickly, it's time to eat, you came at the right time, set the alarm."

Ning Simu took a deep breath, and she began to tell herself again and again that she should be kind, that nothing could really make her angry, that she was a good teacher, and that she should carefully inquire about the reasons.

So, after finally convincing himself, Teacher Ning smiled and said, "You are not allowed to eat in the classroom, and your sitting posture is not standard."

He Feng said "oh" and blinked, looking very innocent: "We know."

Faced with He Feng's stubborn attitude, Ning Simu felt as if she couldn't breathe. The smile on her face became stiff, and the corners of her lips twitched a few times: "Since you know, why do you still do it?"

He Feng scratched his head, his fox eyes full of pretended stupidity: "Ah? Then why not do it?"

So, why not do it?

This is a good question.

Ning Simu felt a tightness in his chest, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

He Feng, who thought she could hold on for a while longer, snorted disdainfully.

You want to be his class teacher at this level? You have a spirit of challenge, not bad.

The only strange thing was that Ning Simu did not lose control.

He Feng thought she was going to go completely crazy, and then become extremely violent and commit suicide.

What a mistake. Turns out this is a ninja character.

After dealing with the head teacher, He Feng began to study the class schedule.

Well, you have to get up at 5:30 in the morning and be in the classroom at 5:45, right?

Morning self-study ends at 7:00, right? There is only 10 minutes for lunch before class starts, right?

Starting from 7:10, the next hour is Chinese, then after a ten-minute break it is math, which also lasts for an hour, followed by English, and then ideology and morality, and it lasts until 11:40 in the morning, right?

20 minutes after lunch, I return to the classroom for an hour-long nap. After getting up, I have 10 minutes of activity time. Classes start again at 13:10. The afternoon classes are history, geography, chemistry, physics, and biology, and they last until 18:50 in the evening.

之后有10分钟吃晚饭的时间，19:00再坐到教室里开始上晚自习，一直到21:45才能回宿舍是吧。

而且，21:50到22:00这个全员在宿舍默读校规是什么意思？就给他们五分钟回宿舍的时间呗？还22:00准时熄灯。

Who on earth could have come up with such a speechless schedule?

Sign up quickly, He Feng will never let him off easily. He will definitely force him to try out the entire rule that he set.

What the hell, this copy is pure torture.

"Wow, the Gou system must be crazy." He Feng collapsed on Shen Zishu, looking a little disgusted: "It created such a crazy copy, it's desperate."

Shen Zishu did not answer. His "telepathy" talent was activated in real time, allowing him to sense some negative emotions.

Shen Zishu looked at He Feng in his arms with a frown, a little uncertain: "Someone is jealous."

"Huh?" He Feng suddenly got up, his eyes widened in shock and he pointed at the boiling hot pot not far away: "No, you're jealous over a hot pot? Is this person okay?"

[? Huh? I let the other party eat hot pot, why is he still dissatisfied? Why is he jealous? ]

[Yeah, isn’t it nice to have a big boss lead you through the game? Why would you be jealous? I don’t understand. I really don’t understand.]

[Please understand that there are always some idiots in this world who are dissatisfied with this and that. If you are nice to others, they will think you are showing off. It's disgusting.]

Seeing this comment, He Feng fell down again. He lay on Shen Zishu and felt that this sentence made a lot of sense. He couldn't think of any rebuttal for a while, so he simply started chatting with Shen Zishu.

"Hey - boyfriend." He Feng took Shen Zishu's hand and shook it. When the other party looked at him, he grinned: "Do you think we are in a campus relationship?"

Shen Zishu chuckled, and took the initiative to interlock his fingers with He Feng's, holding the other's hand tightly: "Okay."

"Yeah, I feel a little embarrassed all of a sudden." He Feng's ears turned slightly red, and he lowered his eyes and didn't look at Shen Zishu: "Hello, deskmate."

[I will be killed by the sweetness here sooner or later. To be honest, I will be buried in the dog food of He Ge and Ge Fu sooner or later.]

[It’s so funny, I can’t finish it. I can’t finish it at all.]

Ning Simu, who had just woken up from a coma and was cheering himself up, saw the two people holding hands and his heartbeat began to become abnormal again.

She tried to give a friendly smile: "My two classmates, are you in a relationship?"

The players in the classroom stopped what they were doing at the same time, and their eyes fell on He Feng and the other person. Some were curious, some were disgusted, and some were surprised.

In the silence, He Feng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at Shen Zishu, they smiled at each other and raised their clasped hands.

"Hello, we are married." He Feng said nonsense seriously: "Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. Where are your gifts?"

Ning Simu's forehead twitched, and she looked at Shen Zishu for help, hoping that this seemingly serious classmate could give some more reasonable explanation.

However, Shen Zishu's lips curled up, and he looked relaxed and satisfied. In addition, he was leaning on the chair and looked a little lazy. The kind of contentment revealed from the bones made Shen Zishu look like a large carnivore who had eaten and drunk enough. In this case, even if it was an ant's question, he would still patiently answer: "Well, we have been married for many years."

Ning Simu: ...

Haha, I feel dizzy again.

[Did you hear that! My partner! Married! Five years! The real partner! In person! Admitted it! Ahhhh! Happy New Year, my family! Happy New Year!]

[Happy anniversary to Brother He! I don’t have money! But I can give you a small flower as a gift!]

The live broadcast room was filled with joyful comments and gift effects. He Feng tugged at Shen Zishu, leaned back and leaned close to Shen Zishu's ear. He said proudly, "See, I have stamped you. You will always be mine."

"Of course." Shen Zishu raised their clasped hands and kissed the back of He Feng's hand: "Since you pulled me out of the abyss, I have been yours. I am yours now, and I will still be yours in the future, even in the more distant future. Will you accept me, savior?"

He Feng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

I have to say, the way Shen Zishu looked up at him was very similar to the way he stared at him after they ended their mutual help relationship.

How to describe it? It's full of aggression and a feeling of not being full.

No, no, no, he won’t be able to take this any further.

He Feng coughed lightly and shifted his gaze.

Although his backpack was filled with about half of Xiao Qian's precious books, he had not read any of them.

After all, he! Has a mission! He is busy saving the world! Another thing is that Shen Zishu is inseparable from him, so he has no chance to study alone.

Looking at study materials with her boyfriend or something, just thinking about it makes He Feng feel so excited.

It's really abominable. He is a copy overlord, but he would feel ashamed of such a thing!

It turns out that he is too soft-hearted.

"I have this terrible soft-hearted problem." He Feng sighed deeply: "I should be more immoral, then I will not be afraid of anything."

[Very good, it still has the familiar taste. Seeing that He Ge’s mental state is still beautiful and his narcissistic skills have not fallen behind at all, I feel relieved when I just came back.]

[What a coincidence! I just came back from the dungeon too! Hege, we are back safely!]

"Oh! Are you still alive?" Seeing many comments popping up to report safety, He Feng's lips were already stained with a smile. He read them one by one, reading how the audience used their own wisdom to pass the dungeon, and suddenly felt fulfilled in his heart: "You are all alive and well, I promised to take you out of the dungeon."

[He really still remembers it, He Ge really still remembers it, I cried first.]

[I have been fighting in horror games alone for a year and a half. When my closest friend betrayed me, I felt that I would no longer have any expectations of anyone... But this time, Brother He, I believe you.]

[Brother He, can I pay my respects to you before entering a dungeon? I want to chop anyone who comes my way.]

"Then you have to pay homage to your brother-in-law as well." He Feng waved his hand and smiled jokingly: "After all, my luck value is 0."

"Oh, my luck value is 6, hehe." Sheng Nancheng suddenly popped up and said, "Brother, shall we go to the bathroom after class? Let's go together."

He Feng, who was originally quite moved: ...

"You ruined the good atmosphere." He Feng was somewhat helpless. He raised his hand and tapped Sheng Nancheng's forehead: "Tell me, how did you mutate into this appearance?"

"Ah? Have I changed a lot?" Sheng Nancheng scratched his head. He thought for a moment and answered solemnly, "Because I don't have to think about 'what should I do if I'm dying' every day, it makes me feel a lot more relaxed. Besides, I have a family now. Hehehe, I also have a sister, so I am very happy. Isn't it good to be happy?"

[Little crybaby, you...]

[My eyes are filled with tears. Is this little crybaby the first person that Brother He brought home? Brother He gave him a home!]

He Feng, who was originally thinking about how to deal with Qian Youlin, suddenly lost his mind. He looked at Sheng Nancheng who looked serious but silly and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Oh, so that's it." He Feng smiled with his eyes curved, his fox eyes full of joy. He raised his chin towards Sheng Nancheng and said, "I'm not going to the toilet, get out of here."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Sheng Nancheng said as the bell for the end of get out of class rang. He went to the toilet happily: "Brother, I'll come play with you later."

Ning Simu woke up when she heard the bell for the end of get out of class. She turned around and left without staying in the classroom for long.

Haha, I feel like I’m going to feel dizzy if I stay any longer.

He Feng was a little puzzled when he saw Ning Simu quicken his pace and run just as he was about to arrest him.

Huh? Does Ning Simu have eyes on his back? How did he know he was going to do it?

But it didn't matter. After the teacher killed him in the next class, Ning Simu would still have to come and see what was going on. It wouldn't be too late to tie him up then.

Anyway, He Feng was frantically pumping air into Ning Simu's balloon today, hehe.

The ten-minute break passed quickly. He Feng had just had a few words with the barrage of comments. Before the barrage of comments could refute him again, the bell for class rang.

He Feng: "Huh? It's really boring to start class so soon."

The commentators who were criticized by He Feng and had no ability to refute at all: Is ten minutes really that long?

What surprised He Feng even more was that Sheng Nancheng, who had gone to the toilet, had not returned yet. He was feeling a little confused when suddenly a loud noise was heard outside the classroom, as if something had exploded.

Then a familiar cry was heard in the corridor, which continued to moo. He Feng quickly stood up, but before he took a step, the classroom door was slammed open and Sheng Nancheng stumbled in.

"Moo——" Sheng Nancheng had a clear goal. He rolled and crawled to He Feng's side, slid down to his knees, hugged He Feng's legs, and began to cry for a long time: "Moo——"

"Cry more." He Feng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He raised his hand and patted Sheng Nancheng's head: "Don't cry so much. It's useless. Cry more."

“Wuwuwuwuwu, brother, brother, there’s a pervert! In the bathroom!” Sheng Nancheng cried out of breath: “Touch me, wuwuwuwuwu touch me! There are so many people, just touch me! Damn pervert! Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu——”

"Someone tried to touch you in the bathroom?" He Feng pieced together the key points: "You were almost insulted?"

“Ah—ah!” Sheng Nancheng raised his head and burst into tears, shocking the teacher who had just entered the classroom: “My innocence, it was almost gone! Wuuuuuuu, if I hadn’t dropped the bomb quickly, my innocence would have been gone!”

"I have to say it, your luck value is worthy of 6." He Feng commented: "In the future, believe in your luck value more, okay? Don't have any fluke mentality, it's all a lie to you."

Sheng Nancheng took a deep breath through his blocked nose. He looked up, his eyes full of confusion: "Then, what about me?"

He Feng gave a wicked smile: "For me, this is a sign of victory, without exception, understand?"