Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Five minutes later, Fang Jin was tied up by Shen Zishu and thrown next to Sheng Nancheng because of his fanatical fan behavior of kneeling on the ground to pray.

Sheng Nancheng, who was picking at the wall out of boredom, had his eyes light up. He whimpered, “Woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo.”

Fang Jin:?

Fang Jin: "I don't understand what you are saying."

Sheng Nancheng rolled his eyes. He tried hard to pout, grin, and open his mouth, and finally struggled to get the tape off: "I said, you're here too, brother."

Thinking of his embarrassing behavior just now, Fang Jin felt a little embarrassed.

Well, mainly when he realized that He Feng could really help them, he was more or less excited, so he knelt down and prayed with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, it's no big deal." Sheng Nancheng didn't care: "You are overwhelmed by my brother's charm. It was the same for me the first time. It's normal. Don't be shy."

Looking at Sheng Nancheng who was tied up but still talking freely, Fang Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

He still wants to lose face.

At 17:50, Ren Peipei, who had also prepared herself mentally, stepped into Class - of Senior High School, and the next second, she was tied up and thrown against the wall by the players who rushed over.

Fang Jin, who had been released, sat on the ground and greeted Ren Peipei.

"Hey, another person is coming, hurry up." Sheng Nancheng began to greet Ren Peipei: "Come on, do you want to play poker?"

Ren Peipei:……?

Huh? This is not what she thought.

Because the NPC could not give the information He Feng wanted, He Feng had to lift the ban. He tried his best to ignore the comments that teased him and focused his attention on Wei Zhi's comments.

[In all the live broadcast rooms I watched, no player had ever been to the fourth floor of Jing'an School. This might be because it was a high-difficulty dungeon, so the players were focused on how to survive. In addition, the message advised players not to go to the fourth floor, so no player tried to find the fourth floor.]

He Feng understood what she said. He stroked his chin and thought about this question: "What if I take the initiative to look for it? Will there be any hidden tasks?"

[Hearing what Brother He said, it seems very possible, and it is a hidden mission in a high-difficulty dungeon, which sounds amazing! ]

[But it's also more dangerous. I'm worried about He Ge.]

"Are you worried about me?" He Feng was a little surprised. He looked at the comment and couldn't help but smile: "Don't you know that your brother's nickname is Legend? So don't worry, I will show you around."

【! Great! Let’s go on an adventure with Brother He! 】

[Brother He really makes me feel at ease! So! I will follow Brother Chuan Shuo for the rest of my life! ! Wuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ]

[I'm different, brother, I want to be your dog! ! ! ]

He Feng looked at the comment and hesitated to speak. In the end, he only said a simple number: "6."

At 18:50, after seeing off the two people who had won the entire class, Sheng Nancheng felt that the problem was really serious.

For an hour, a whole hour, the three of them played all the games that could be played by three people, but why didn't he win a single game?

Why on earth is this happening? How can someone lose for an hour straight and in different ways without repeating themselves?

Especially in Landlord, it is outrageous that you finally get the trump card but still lose.

Sheng Nancheng expressed his incomprehension. He sat silently in the chair thinking about the problem.

In this regard, his luck value also has a simple number to talk about: 6.

He Feng felt a little bit sorry for Sheng Nancheng who was deep in thought, and wanted to say a few words to comfort him but was stopped by the barrage of comments.

[Brother He, you really can make a crybaby cry, you really can make a crybaby shut himself up, please don’t, please don’t say anything, we are all family, there is no need.]

[He's already sad enough, Brother He, please don't let him face the bleak reality. He didn't give up his boyfriend who had the trump card. It's really not easy for him. Why don't you allow a crybaby to have some fantasies? Don't be so cruel, okay.]

He Feng looked at the heart-piercing comments and was a little confused: "Who of us can make him cry faster? Look at what you said. How can you type such cold words with a body temperature of 37 degrees?"

[Nothing special, we just inherited your true teachings, Brother He. Don't be surprised, and don't think we will surpass you, muah.]

That thin number was already at the tip of his tongue, but He Feng swallowed it back.

I always feel that if I praise them more, these people will really think they are very powerful, and in the end they will become tools to stab him in the back.

After all, for these perverts, even ridicule is a reward.

Really perverted.

So how did these people become like this from the beginning?

He Feng only thought about it for a few seconds and then he had no time to think anymore because his boyfriend had finished cooking, hehe.

We had seafood porridge for dinner, and all the players gathered together in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. This time it was much better than lunch, with relatively less negative emotions.

However, what surprised Shen Zishu was that "telepathy" failed to identify "Xu Hua" after a whole day of investigation. This person seemed to have no flaws at all. He was lurking around them quietly, waiting for the right opportunity to trip up He Feng.

From this perspective, "Xu Hua" is much more powerful than Sheng Nancheng. His scheming is far superior to Sheng Nancheng's and is better hidden. It can be said that these two people are not at the same level at all.

Looking at Sheng Nancheng wolfing down the food, He Feng felt a little disgusted.

"Crybaby, didn't I let you have a full meal?" He Feng asked, "Why are you acting like you haven't eaten for 800 years? How can you be successful?"

“Just like you, brother, are shameless.” Sheng Nancheng slurped up the sesame sauce cold noodles mixed by other players: “I don’t want this kind of thing, hehehe.”

He Feng: ...

His iron fist was ready and would fall on Sheng Nancheng's head soon.

The evening study session was very boring. There was no teacher coming to class and the players were all moving around freely in the classroom.

Wei Zhi was able to convey very little information, and now everything she said was marked with asterisks. It was probably because of the rules of the copy, making it impossible to tell what she was saying.

He Feng was not curious at all. It didn’t matter. Whoever came would be killed.

20:30, the biological clock rang, He Feng squinted his eyes and nestled in Shen Zishu's arms. He forced himself to hold open his eyelids that were about to close, and he looked very listless.

"Go to sleep if you want." Shen Zishu lowered his head and kissed the top of He Feng's head: "I'm here."

He Feng hummed muffledly and rubbed against Shen Zishu's arms, closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

The classroom soon became quiet. Even the players who were chatting tried to speak in low voices. Some of them were reluctant to wake He Feng up, while others, like Chun Chun, simply didn't dare to.

Shen Zishu held He Feng in his arms, changed him into a comfortable position, and covered him with a blanket.

After that, he just looked at He Feng's sleeping face quietly.

How could he, who had been saved before, not see that Fang Jin also regarded He Feng as his savior, and his infatuated look was just like he was at the beginning.

It’s a pity that he is the only believer around the Savior.

His savior can be admired and worshipped by many people, and his savior can save many people, but there will only be one person beside the savior.

"I am your most loyal believer." Shen Zishu described He Feng's eyebrows from a distance: "So, just look at me."

The copy time was 21:45. When the get out of class was over, Shen Zishu picked up He Feng and walked out of the classroom.

The map that Tang Wuwei provided was very detailed, and the location of the entire campus was clearly marked.

The classroom for Grade 3 and Grade 4 is on the fifth floor of the teaching building. The stairs are just outside the back door of the classroom, which is very convenient.

Shen Zishu walked steadily holding He Feng, followed by Sheng Nancheng holding a flashlight and all the other players.

It's so funny. Now that the big brothers have left, they don't dare to stay in the classroom any longer.

Moreover, at 21:45, the power went out in the entire teaching building, which was really outrageous.

The rest of the student NPCs had already left the teaching building at 9 o'clock, which means that there are only 36 players from Class and of Senior High School left in the building.

If this isn't directed at them, what else could it be? The abacus beads have fallen on their faces, how could they not know?

So at this time, just follow the big brother closely. It doesn’t matter if the big brother is asleep. Follow his boyfriend. Players firmly believe that where the big brother is, there is safety!

The distance between the teaching building and the dormitory is actually not far, and they can reach there in about five minutes.

The only difference is that boys and girls live separately, boys live in Apartment 1 and girls live in Apartment 2. There are 21 boys in total, divided into six dormitories, with four people in each dormitory, leaving one unlucky guy behind. The 15 girls are better off, as they are divided into four dormitories, with four people in each dormitory, so three people are enough to share one dormitory.

Although there was only one person left in the boys' dormitory, the rules did not state that each dormitory had to be fully occupied. After Shen Zishu asked about the skills of these people, he assigned one output role to each dormitory, regardless of the auxiliary role.

Especially Sheng Nancheng, who was given three assistants.

The girls' dormitory was quickly divided according to the boys' dormitory method to ensure that each dormitory had someone who could fight.

Everything was arranged. Shen Zishu showed some concern for the players. "Everyone, pay attention to the rule about the whistle. The night watch will be in shifts. Pei Xiazhi, you will be in charge of the girls. If there is anything for the boys, come to 501 and find me."

After that, the boy and girl went their separate ways. Shen Zishu took He Feng back to 501. He gently put He Feng on the bed, then he lay down on top of her and held her in his arms, not caring about his roommate's life or death.

Chen Tu: "Why do I feel a little full?"

Fang Zhan: "You'll get used to it."

The players chose to go to bed as soon as possible without any silent reading. After deciding how to take turns for the night watch, they quickly started to sleep and replenish their energy.

The nights at Jing’an School are very quiet, giving me a nostalgic feeling that reminds me of my school days when I was young.

Everything seems to be developing in a good direction.

But after the first half of the night, the players were awakened by a sharp whistle at exactly one in the morning.

The whistle sounded one after another, like a death warrant.

Moreover, the sound came from near and then far away, making people feel like someone was sticking to the door and whistling outside.

Shen Zishu had covered He Feng's ears at the first moment, so the whistle did not affect He Feng. He just rubbed it with some dissatisfaction, and then found a comfortable position in Shen Zishu's arms and fell asleep.

The rest of the players were not as confident as He Feng. They were like frightened birds, holding their breath and waiting for the words “it’s okay”.

1: 25.

The sound of high heels and whistles echoed in the corridor. Some timid girls had already shrank into their quilts, not daring to make any sound.

1: 35.

All the sounds disappeared, and a voice "It's okay" came from outside the door.

The players who couldn't wait any longer rushed out like a swarm of bees.

Only when they arrived downstairs of the dormitory building could they see clearly what was on top.

I saw that the walls outside the dormitory building were densely covered with monsters, and they were moving rapidly towards the fifth floor.

"Oh my god! Where's my brother?" Sheng Nancheng's eyes widened. He looked around but couldn't find He Feng and Shen Zishu. He immediately felt desperate for the monsters: "It's over, it's over, these monsters are all gone."

very noisy.

He Feng was sleeping soundly and only heard the noise. He turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, but was awakened by the sound of something hitting the wall.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found nothing beside him. Shen Zishu was standing in front of the bed. The entire dormitory was filled with vines, which were entangled with the struggling monster. The collision sound just now was caused by the monster struggling too violently and hitting the wall.

He Feng felt a throbbing pain in his forehead and took a deep breath as he looked at the monsters in the room.

The blood mist of "Feeding Fury" instantly enveloped his entire body. Dawn was split into two, and then forcibly stuck together by the mist. The handles of the two long swords were connected. After He Feng threw them out, he rotated and cut many monsters in half.

"You're disturbing my sleep again, aren't you?" He Feng gritted his teeth and said, Dawn flew back into his hand. He Feng's angry expression was hidden under his mask. He strode forward and slashed at each monster with his sword: "Then let them all die. No one will live a good life."

A bloody path was cut from 501 to the corridor. He Feng stepped on the blood of monsters and looked at the cowering monsters with disdain as he raised his chin.

The vines that were lying obediently on the ground quickly twisted into a strand, piercing through the chests of many monsters and stringing them together.

There was a faint green light in Shen Zishu's eyes. He stood behind He Feng and obeyed He Feng's orders.

This bloody road went all the way from the boys' dormitory to the girls' dormitory. The monsters were either dead or ran away. The blood mist around He Feng became much thicker.

He left bloody footprints with every step he took, and without even looking at the players, he took Shen Zishu back to sleep.

Sheng Nancheng, who wanted to cry but didn't dare, covered his mouth.

Damn it! Why can't he change his tear incontinence? Why can he still cry because of being so handsome? He asked, it's really embarrassing.

"Crybaby!" He Feng turned around and shouted, "Come here!"

2: 00.

He Feng contentedly hugged Shen Zishu and lay on the clean bed, falling asleep again.

Sheng Nancheng didn't know what to say when he looked at the dormitory that he had cleaned with his skills.

He thought his brother was calling him for something important, but it turned out that he was just disgusted that the dormitory was stained by the monster's blood.

Sheng Nancheng: No one can stop my brother’s desire to sleep.