Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

"Brother, you want to mix rice with your bellyband? You can't eat it this way." Sheng Nancheng waved his foamy arms, and fearing that He Feng would not listen, he hurriedly ran to his brother and advised earnestly: "Brother, how about I prepare something else for you? We don't want to eat that perverted stuff."

Facing Sheng Nancheng's concerned face, He Feng didn't say anything for a while. He took a deep breath, raised his finger and pointed at Sheng Nancheng, then moved to the left, indicating Sheng Nancheng to get out quickly.

"Oh, I understand!" Sheng Nancheng said with a teasing smile, "Brother, you are really awesome. You want me to prepare the food quickly, right? I understand, I understand everything!"

"You understand shit, you understand!" He Feng couldn't help cursing, "If you don't want me to push you into a corner and face the wall, get out of here as soon as you can! Also, it's dirt! Beans! Mud! Bibimbap! What bellyband? I think you look like a bellyband!"

Sheng Nancheng was choked. He looked at Shen Zishu who was trying not to laugh, scratched his head, and left.

Hey, he was clearly hearing "Dudou Bibimbap", could it be that he was hearing it wrong?

The general cleaning lasted for about half an hour. After all, there is strength in numbers, so the work was done much faster.

Wu Yun looked at the very clean classroom with a satisfied smile on her face. She patted Sheng Nancheng on the head and praised him sincerely, "You are all good children. If other teachers make things difficult for you in the future, tell me, an old woman, to deal with those youngsters. I, Grandma Wu, can still do it!"

"Great!" Sheng Nancheng happily hugged the old lady: "Haha! Someone is backing me up!"

"Oh my, you kid!" Wu Yun laughed. She patted Sheng Nancheng on the head and said, "Okay, you guys stay here. I'm leaving first. Otherwise, when the get out of class is over, those students, ah..."

After saying that, Wu Yun left, shaking his head and sighing.

He Feng waited for the old lady to leave, then started watching Shen Zishu cook.

Shen Zishu and a few players who can cook have circled a few tables to use as a cooking area, and are now busy.

Shen Zishu was looking at two small pots alone. One contained mashed potato paste that was being seasoned, and the other contained stewed pork ribs.

"It smells so good—" He Feng leaned on Shen Zishu and sighed, "My stomach is growling."

Shen Zishu turned his head and kissed He Feng on the forehead: "Thank you for waiting for a while, classmate."

At 11:40, the speakers started singing nursery rhymes. There was a constant noise in the corridor, as if the floors were shaking. All the students in Class and of Senior High School sat together and ate happily.

He Feng ate two large bowls of mashed potatoes and rice by himself. He touched his bulging belly with satisfaction and felt very comfortable.

Sheng Nancheng, who was standing by, was so busy that he didn't know which dish to eat first. He ran around the tables one by one, eating whatever dish he could get his hands on.

But even in this seemingly harmonious and amicable scene, there are still strong negative emotions mixed with malice.

It is reluctance, jealousy, contempt, rejection, and disgust.

However, Shen Zishu didn't say anything, so He Feng naturally didn't know.

As usual, he felt sleepy after eating, but unfortunately there was no place to put a mattress in the classroom. He Feng had no choice but to find a few stools and lie down on them, resting his head on Shen Zishu's legs, and soon fell asleep.

Shen Zishu raised his hand to tidy up the hair by He Feng's ears, then took out a blanket and covered He Feng with it. Only then did he have time to look up and glance at the people in the classroom.

In addition to the level-up players who entered the dungeon with them, there were 33 other players who had just finished their meal and were now cleaning up.

Some of them had undisguised expressions on their faces. They were probably just plain stupid. After all, Shen Zishu used "telepathy" to examine them and concluded that they were just trying to be lazy.

There aren't many people this down-to-earth in horror games.

Shen Zishu turned his attention to other people. The one he paid more attention to was a young man who looked very kind-hearted. Maybe he was paying too much attention to He Feng, so when other eyes fell on He Feng, he instantly noticed the other party.

That kind of glance was not just an ordinary glance, but a premeditated and interested attention.

This reminded him of "Xu Hua", whose arm he had chopped off in the previous copy, the dirty chess piece who claimed that he would come again and was spying on the savior.

Show your true colors soon.

Shen Zishu thought that the small piece of cloth in front of his abdomen was soaked with He Feng's warm breath, which was a little burning.

This kind of person should have been hacked to death by him long ago.

Shen Zishu lowered his head and stared at He Feng's profile, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

At 13:00 p.m., the speakers on the wall started making intermittent, ear-hurting noises again.

Unfortunately, it was not so lucky this time. The sound lasted less than ten seconds before a dagger flew from the back row of the classroom and pierced straight into the speaker, silencing it.

"It's too noisy." He Feng gritted his teeth and rubbed his aching temple. He hugged Shen Zishu's waist and began to whimper and complain: "Boyfriend, it disturbed my sleep——"

"I've made it shut up." Shen Zishu rubbed He Feng's temples: "Sleep for a while."

[Frog, Goff is so handsome. If Hege hadn’t held Goff’s arm, Goff would have been able to throw the knife even faster.]

[Domineering wife protection, I love watching! ]

[Oh, don’t forget! He Ge and Ge Fu have been married for five years~]

[The one in front, why can you send voice? ]

Liu Quangui walked to the classroom nervously.

I heard that this year's Class 3 and 4 of High School is difficult to lead. Zhao Jia died, Lao Luo also died, and that foreigner Andrew cried so hard that he even satisfied that old lady Wu Yun.

This sounds difficult to deal with.

He walked to the classroom door nervously, prepared himself mentally, and pushed the door open.

Well, there were no traps or flying knives as I expected, just a very clean classroom.

Wow, what's going on that makes the ghost sweat even more.

He coughed lightly and walked up to the podium under the scrutiny of his classmates.

Well, it's okay to pick on the weak ones first.

So Liu Quangui kept looking, and finally his eyes were attracted by the two people in the last row.

"How come some people are still sleeping in the middle of class?" Liu Quangui adjusted his glasses. He looked up at the clock on the blackboard and confirmed that it was indeed 13:10. Only then did he feel relieved. He leaned forward slightly and asked the students in the front row, "What's wrong with those two people in the back? Are they still sleeping?"

Wen Youning obviously didn't expect to be asked this question. She was stunned for a moment before answering, "I was sleeping."

Liu Quangui smacked his lips. He thought, a student who is not afraid of even the teacher must be difficult to deal with, so he started looking for candidates again.

Finally, he saw a very suitable target, cleared his throat and called out: "Student, please answer my question."

Sheng Nancheng looked confused. He raised his hand and pointed at himself and asked, "Me?"

Liu Quangui nodded impatiently: "It's you, stand up quickly."

"Oh, oh." Sheng Nancheng stood up from his seat: "You ask."

"Heh." Liu Quangui narrowed his green eyes and looked at Sheng Nancheng with disdain: "First, I asked how many years Jing'an School was established, second, what major events happened in Jing'an School, and third, who is the leader who led us to where we are today."

It is difficult to be asked about the stuck.

"First of all, we don't have textbooks. Secondly, I just arrived at school today. Finally, I went out of the classroom once to the toilet today, and was touched by a pervert." Sheng Nancheng answered them one by one, and his expression was a little speechless: "So I can only tell you that I don't know anything, okay?"

Liu Quangui was satisfied even though he knew that Sheng Nancheng could not answer the question. This trick worked every time for him. Out of a hundred students, a hundred could not answer the question. As long as they could not answer the question, he would execute the student and complete his performance.

Liu Quangui, who had already prepared his ultimate move, grinned evilly. His body suddenly swelled up, and then he looked up at the ceiling and howled miserably: "Answer! Wrong!!"

Sheng Nancheng wanted to stop it but was too late. He could only see an afterimage suddenly flying towards Liu Quangui and directly into Liu Quangui's open mouth.

"Another rude person who disturbs others' sleep without any mother's instruction. It's very rude." He Feng walked forward with gritted teeth. He pulled out the double-edged long knife from Liu Quangui's mouth and combined it with the "broken sword" in his hand. Then, under Liu Quangui's horrified gaze, he swung wildly: "Then, your ancestor, I'm here to tell you that disturbing others' sleep is really very rude."

The sticky blood flowed down the steps of the podium. Under the horrified gazes of the players, He Feng straightened up. His whole body was covered in blood, and his face was also splattered with a lot of blood. He looked like a demon crawling out of hell, very scary.

"You crybaby." He Feng raised his hand and rubbed his aching head: "I'll clean up the body, can you and your brother-in-law clean up?"

"Okay, okay." Sheng Nancheng stepped forward quickly: "I'll do it. Let Brother Fu take a look at you."

He Feng did not answer. He carried the dead Liu Quangui to the window, opened it, and threw Liu Quangui out with force. So Liu Quangui learned to fly after his death.

"Don't disturb other people's sleep casually." He Feng shouted at the window: "Because you will die!"

[It's been a while since I've seen He get so irritable after being woken up by a noise. How kind, my family.]

"Get out of the way." He Feng cursed and attacked indiscriminately: "You are so kind, what's the good of being woken up?"

[Haha ....]

He Feng couldn't sleep now.

He leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling and began to think, is this the book where he is going to be woken up all the time?

How about blowing up a copy?

He blew up the copy and then saw who dared to bother him, haha.

While He Feng was quickly taking out the bomb, Ning Simu had already walked to the classroom door.

When she saw the door in front of her, she really didn't want to push it open.

Haha, it’s only the 4.2th and nd class, and the student named He Feng has already killed three teachers and driven one away. The teacher died before the fifth class was even over.

What should I do? Who would be willing to teach if this continues?

Ning Simu sighed and pushed open the door, but something whizzed past her ears. She looked over curiously, only to hear a bang and the corridor exploded.

Ning Simu: ...

She turned stiffly to look at the culprit, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't muster up a smile.

"Student He." Ning Simu's mouth twitched wildly: "What are you doing?"

"Hmm? Do you still need to ask?" He Feng didn't understand, and took the opportunity to throw out another bomb: "The weather is good today, I'll blow up a school for fun, is there a problem?"

Ning Simu was about to faint when she was awakened by the explosion. She hurried forward to stop He Feng: "We can discuss anything. Bombing the school is not advisable. Come on, give the bomb to the teacher and let him talk to you."

"What to talk about?" He Feng ignored the advice and took the powerful bomb handed over by Shen Zishu. Amid Ning Simu's exclamation, he hit the guards who came rushing to the corridor with a perfect parabola: "Talk about that stupid speaker disturbing my sleep, or that screaming chicken waking me up when I was having a sweet dream, or this shitty school? There is no point in talking about it. I will blow it up today."

"No, no, no, no!" Ning Simu still wanted to stop He Feng: "The teacher knows about this situation, and the teacher will make arrangements for you! The teacher will tell other teachers not to disturb you anymore! Let's talk it out!"

He Feng tilted his head slightly. He looked at Ning Simu with a sincere attitude and said, "Oh, then if you bring me a double bed, I won't explode."

Ning Simu: ...

"There is no double bed." Ning Simu gave in. She said carefully, "But there is a sofa in the teacher's office. I'll move it over for you. Can you take a look?"

He Feng was satisfied after hearing this. He took back the bomb and waved his hand, signaling Ning Simu to go and come back quickly.

Ning Simu, whose success depended on this, refused Sheng Nancheng's request to help move the sofa, and ran back to the office alone to carry the sofa to the classroom.

The sofa is a very gorgeous one, with a red velvet cushion and a gold frame. There is a crown-shaped protrusion in the middle of the backrest. It's a bit rustic, but it's okay.

Moreover, this sofa should be able to accommodate him and Shen Zishu, so He Feng was very satisfied.

He Feng kicked the chair he was sitting on and slumped down on the sofa. He immediately began to feel sleepy. He tilted his body and fell on Shen Zishu. He subconsciously hugged him tightly and began to catch up on his sleep.

Damn those speakers and the screaming chicken, he only slept for an hour, I’m really impressed.

Seeing that He Feng went to sleep, Ning Simu breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down on the podium and motioned for the players to go study on their own.

Really, this was the most tiring time she had ever had in her career, no doubt about it.

Actually, He Feng wanted to blow up the copy, but the barrage at that time said that Jing'an School was a mandatory copy for 15 days. Even if He Feng blew up everything, he would have to wait for 15 days before the quizzes and the final test would appear.

After blowing down one side of the opposite wall and knocking down a team of armed NPCs, He Feng calmed down a little and decided to ask for a double bed as compensation.

He has to stay for 15 days anyway, and he feels good staying in this classroom, so he might as well stay here for 15 days.

This will save us from having to live in tents after the school is bombed.

I have to say, he is really nice, and it is worth it to get that nice guy card.