Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

The whole situation was out of control for a while. Tang Wuwei was running in front holding his breath. In the middle was Ning Simu, who was holding a long knife and chasing Tang Wuwei with a gloomy face. At the end, there was Sheng Nancheng who shouted "Not that necessary to be so angry".

He Feng and Shen Zishu sat side by side at the table and watched the scene happily.

Of course, He Feng was the main happy one, and Shen Zishu's attention was basically on him.

"Stop! I think we can communicate!" Tang Wuwei panted. He raised his orchid finger and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Xiao Ningning, you know what kind of person he is! Why do you treat him like this!"

Ning Simu snorted coldly and raised the knife again: "I don't know now."

Tang Wuwei: ...

"Really fighting!" Seeing Ning Simu chopping down with a long knife, Sheng Nancheng was shocked: "Wow, Teacher Ning is a very good person. She really helps when someone bullies her."

The long sword cut through the air and chopped down fiercely, but was blocked by a delicate little fan.

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Tang Wuwei sighed softly, and the iron fan opened with a swish, revealing a naked young man painted on the fan. Tang Wuwei put his hands on his waist, and with the remaining two hands, one fanned himself, and the other pointed at Ning Simu: "You are so violent, no wonder you are not as sexy as others~"

[My eyes are so hot, ah! My eyes! Stop fanning! My eyes!]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'll pay you a lot for a pair of eyes you haven't seen before!]

[Am I the only one who thinks this Tangtang is really, uh, a little bit cool? Four hands, shashasha.]

[The one in front, you are really hungry and can eat anything.]

[Even though he's a pervert, I still think he's pretty cool.]

He Feng chose not to express his opinion.

In fact, Tang Wuwei looks pretty good, with a delicate appearance, long curly hair, and slightly long bangs that cover his left eye. He is tall and thin, especially his four arms, which are all very slender, so he doesn't look out of proportion. On the contrary, it seems normal that he has two extra arms.

"Eh..." Sheng Nancheng looked at the visually stimulating fan with disdain: "You are even more narcissistic than my brother. You painted this kind of thing on the fan."

He Feng:?

He Feng silently raised the iron fist representing love.

Ning Simu held the broken knife, with the tip of the knife still pointing at Tang Wuwei: "You disgust my students, put down your broken fan immediately!"

Tang Wuwei choked. He turned his head to look at his graceful figure on the fan and felt that none of these people knew what was good.

"Really? What kind of people are they these days?" Tang Wuwei pouted unhappily. He walked a few steps to the blackboard, picked up chalk with his three free hands, and began to draw on the blackboard: "Watch carefully~"

Tang Wuwei drew a total of five floor plans, which were the floor plan of the entire school, the structure of the teaching building, the structure of the playground, and the structure of the dormitory and canteen.

Tang Wuwei marked all the places that could be marked, and the five floor plans filled up five blackboards.

"This is the floor plan of all the buildings in our school. It's what we'll be testing on in the quiz. Everyone, hurry up and find something to draw and take notes on." Tang Wuwei clapped his hands to get rid of the chalk dust on his hands, then twisted his waist and fanned himself to find Ning Simu: "Little Ningning, is this apology gift okay?"

Ning Simu nodded expressionlessly.

She looked calm on the surface, but she was actually laughing wildly inside. This was more than good, this was amazing. Since Tang Wuwei, the geography teacher, said that it would be on the test, then this was the geography test question. Isn't it time for an open-book test?

"Brother! Brother!" Sheng Nancheng rushed towards He Feng: "Can I borrow your camera?"

He Feng took out a camera from his backpack and gave it to Sheng Nancheng: "You are quite good at taking some time off."

“Hehehe.” Sheng Nancheng took the camera and scratched his head: “Can’t we take a photo of this? Why do we have to write it by hand?”

He Feng waved his hand and let Sheng Nancheng take the photo. He leaned on Shen Zishu, looked at the floor plan of the teaching building, and suddenly wanted to go find the fourth floor that was not allowed to enter.

"Ding! Camera deduction: 10 horror coins."

"Ding! Camera deduction: 10 horror coins."

"Ding! Camera deduction: 10 horror coins."

……

After being beeped like this for about a dozen times, He Feng was puzzled. What was going on? Was Sheng Nancheng taking pictures of the details bit by bit? He was so good at taking pictures. Moreover, why did they deduct the horror coins from Sheng Nancheng for taking pictures?

Thinking of this, He Feng turned his head and looked over, and saw Sheng Nancheng who wanted to stop it but couldn't, and Tang Wuwei who was posing and taking selfies crazily with the camera.

"Ding! Camera deduction: 10 horror coins."

He Feng narrowed his eyes and prepared to chop vegetables at dawn.

Tang Wuwei, who was admiring his own beauty, suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head stiffly and saw He Feng walking towards him with a knife in hand.

"Hehe." Tang Wuwei covered his mouth and chuckled: "It's a big win."

Five minutes later, Tang Wuwei knelt on the ground with a bump on his head, and bowed to He Feng with his four hands put together.

“I’m sorry.” Tang Wuwei began to shift the blame: “It was this little classmate who showed me the camera, so I tried to grab it. He didn’t tell me it was yours, otherwise I would never have taken it even if you killed me!”

Sheng Nancheng's eyes widened: "No, no, I, no, I? Huh? Didn't I tell you that this is my brother's, and you said yes, so what? You're not afraid of my brother's."

Tang Wuwei's eyes widened: "Little classmate! What's wrong with you! How can you slander me like this!"

Seeing Sheng Nancheng arguing with Tang Wuwei, He Feng felt that it was meaningless, so he turned his target to Ning Simu.

"Hey, homeroom teacher." He Feng said with a smile: "Excuse me, how do I get to the fourth floor? A friend of mine wants to know."

Ning Simu's whole body froze and even her breathing stopped. She twisted her neck stiffly, as if reacting to what He Feng said.

Fourth floor. Does this school have a fourth floor?

"No, I don't know." Ning Simu paused for a moment, his features twisted: "No, I don't know..."

"Ah, it's okay, I was just kidding you." Seeing this, He Feng grinned and said, "Thank you, head teacher."

Ning Simu gradually returned to normal. She looked at He Feng in front of her, not knowing what had just happened, and just nodded blankly.

He Feng retreated to Shen Zishu's side with satisfaction. He and Shen Zishu looked at each other and saw understanding in each other's eyes.

He asked why Ning Simu had not transformed after being tortured for so long, and it turned out that he was a robot, and robots did not have the authority to transform.

But he should have guessed right. There should indeed be an ugly and cruel monster with fangs inside Ning Simu's body.

The geography class was spent in playfulness. When the get out of class was over, Tang Wuwei carried the somewhat clumsy Ning Simu out of the classroom.

He Feng also sat back on his throne, waiting for the next class to start.

Not far from him, several players gathered secretly, with Fang Zhan sitting in the middle with an unfathomable look on his face.

"Damn it, Zhan Zi, if you don't say anything now, what do you mean?" Chu Beihuan punched Fang Zhan and said, "Hurry up and stop dawdling."

The remaining four people also echoed.

"Tsk, why are you so anxious?" Fang Zhan rolled his eyes: "I was kicked and licked by a pervert, and you won't give me any compensation?"

"Oh my god, you are trying to do this, right? Do you really think I dare not hit you?" Li Jiwei raised his fist and threatened: "Don't force me to really hit you. You have already taken a bottle of healing potion, what else do you want?"

Fang Zhan chuckled: "Five Terror Coins per person, that's ok, right?"

Seeing that his price was not high, Chu Beihuan and his companions paid the money.

Fangzhan’s personal talent skill is called “Identification”. As long as he puts his hands on any object, Fangzhan can see the information of the object.

Because it is so useless, the horror game system does not set any rewards for this skill, which leads to Fangzhan touching everything he encounters, and thus he finds a lot of good things.

"Identification" was also quickly upgraded to level 10, allowing you to check your teammates' points and talent skills.

Because He Feng's performance was too outstanding, Fang Zhan and others began to wonder what kind of points He Feng had to create such a BUG.

After much deliberation, Fang Zhan finally told the others that his innate ability was to see the player's points, so Fang Zhan was sent out.

He was unwilling at first, but these four people stuffed 50 terror coins into his pocket, and he suddenly felt that he could do it, so he took the opportunity to make a bold move while He Feng was in the toilet.

Although he was hit, Fang Zhan already knew He Feng's ability points after the touch.

In summary, none of them are normal, even their talents and skills are abnormal.

"20 health points, doesn't he even replenish himself?" Fangzhan whispered: "And do you know what the luck value is?"

“It’s 0.”

Fang Zhan slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, yes, that's 0!"

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. When he looked up, he met He Feng's half-smiling eyes and immediately cowered.

"Um, well, brother, do you think it's still useful for me to call you brother now?" Fang Zhan said flatteringly: "I swear to God, I don't have any intention of harming you!"

"Haha." He Feng raised his iron fist and hit him on the head: "I don't care about you."

Just now when these people were discussing, Sheng Nancheng came up to He Feng and told him that Tang Wuwei said there was something wrong with the Fangzhan.

"He said that Zhan Zi must have some plans for me." Sheng Nancheng didn't quite believe it, but he still chose to tell the whole story: "Tang Wuwei also said that he dared to use his lower body to guarantee that Fang Zhan touched me on purpose."

He Feng didn't say whether he believed it or not. He stood up and prepared to listen to what these people were discussing: "Just ask and you'll know. If you don't tell the truth, I'll beat you to death."

So when He Feng went over, Fang Zhan was discussing his luck value.

He Feng was immediately dissatisfied. What was the point of talking about luck value?

This is purely forcing him to do it, really.

Five minutes later, Fang Zhan explained everything honestly.

The cause, process, and result are all explained in great detail.

They even told He Feng that if He Feng chose to make his panel public, they would not need to send Fang Zhan.

He Feng:? That’s too little beating.

So several people happily attacked with iron fists.

The player panel can only be seen by the audience in the novice copy. After that, the panel will be hidden and only visible to the player himself.

What they call disclosure is the active behavior of the players, and those who disclose the panel are usually the big guys, so Fangzhan and his companions first sent a group of people to investigate. Only after they reached the conclusion that it was not disclosed did Fangzhan take action.

[I was wondering why there were suddenly hundreds of people coming in a while ago. They were waiting here.]

[I thought Fangzhan really bumped into Brother He by accident.]

[But let’s just say, if the live broadcast room is open when you are in the toilet, then it will be obvious whether he is doing it on purpose, so Brother He, next time you go to the toilet, do you want to open one manually?]

"Damn it, why are there still haters?" He Feng laughed helplessly, moved his fingers and silenced the person for a minute: "Kick him out."

[!!! He is so gentle, my favorite! ]

[Purple Potato: Dawn Warning!]

[Brother He’s smile is killing me. I am completely overwhelmed by it. Oh, brother, I love you so much!]

[Uh, does anyone remember that Goff can see the comments?]

The barrage of comments that kept on sending kisses to He Feng suddenly stopped, and the entire live broadcast room instantly became much quieter.

[Hahaha…we really hit a wall~]

[I’m really dying of laughter in front of the screen, how can it be so funny hahahahahahahahahahahaha! ]

"Why are you a bunch of little fools?" He Feng stretched and turned to look at the woman who didn't dare to come in the classroom door: "Oh, are you here for class? Come in."

Yu Linlin swallowed and tentatively stepped into Class 3-4 of Senior High School.

To be honest, back then she would cook a student when she was unhappy, but today, she has to be a little timid.

Anyway, there are already so many teachers involved, so what's the problem with adding one more.

“Hahaha, hello everyone, I’m your chemistry teacher Yu Linlin, just call me Sister Linlin.” Yu Linlin greeted the players stiffly, obviously not familiar with this feeling: “You just play yours, don’t bother me, hahahaha…”

"Ah - you're not teaching." He Feng pulled out Dawn: "Teacher, are you trying to drag all of us down with the quiz?"

Yu Linlin paused for a moment, and quickly put on a smile. She looked at He Feng who was getting closer and closer, and her voice was trembling: "No, no, how could it be, the teacher is not that kind of person."

"Even you wouldn't dare to tell me, right?" He Feng gestured back and forth between Dawn and Yu Linlin's shoulders: "What do you think we should do, teacher?"

Yu Linlin shouted: "I'll teach you! I'll teach you!!!"

Yu Linlinding’s topic for chemistry class is how to prepare poison.

She took out the tools from the small box she carried with her, but was cut because she was too slow.

Yu Linlin covered the wound on her arm and looked up in horror, only to meet a pair of eyes that showed no anger or joy, and no emotion at all.

"Go on." He Feng said coldly: "Did I allow you to stop?"

The other party was holding a long knife. Thinking of Liu Quangui and Yu Linlin who had been thrown out of the window and had lost the courage to struggle, he had to speed up his movements.

But it seemed that no matter what she did, He Feng would not be satisfied. The knife wounds on her body became more and more, and her hands were shaking more and more. Some of the poison that she prepared at the fastest speed accidentally spilled out and burned her skin.

Yu Linlin's lips trembled. She looked up at He Feng and forced out a flattering smile: "It's done. Can you take a look?"

He Feng didn't even give her a look. His long sword gleamed in the sunlight. He Feng finally spoke: "Drink it when it's ready. Don't waste it, right?"