Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

At 5:30 in the morning, the surviving monsters pushed each other, and no one dared to step forward to wake up the players.

In fact, they still dared to wake up other players, but the corridors in front of the dormitories of both female and male players were full of monster corpses. When they saw these corpses, they would remember that they almost died here last night, and they started to panic.

Come on, a monster’s life is also a life.

So all the players slept until 7:30 in the morning. Why 7:30? It was because He Feng woke up at 7:30.

After a good sleep, He Feng stretched lazily in Shen Zishu's arms and raised his head to kiss Shen Zishu's chin.

"Good morning, boyfriend." He Feng smiled and said, "Are you ready to love me today?"

Shen Zishu stared at He Feng intently, his peach blossom eyes were wet like some canine animal: "Always ready, I will love you every day."

The pure love warrior He Feng fell to the ground.

Help, his boyfriend is really charming to him, he is just such a useless kid, he will follow the other person if he is coaxed, hugged and praised.

[I eat a big bowl of dog food first thing in the morning, hahahahaha! Oh my god, the couple I support really spreads dog food every day, I'm so happy, I feel like my corpse is warm! ]

[Did you not see the scene of Hege angrily chopping the BOSS last night? The former BOSS boyfriend with the best output in the history of horror games and who is willing to be a supporter, family members, let’s just say, really, Zishu never deliberately steals Hege’s heads or anything like that. Ever since Hege brought him out of the dungeon, he has been supporting Hege! ]

【!! Don't tell me, don't tell me, and Purple Sweet Potato's ability value is 100, folks, I don't need to explain how valuable this is, right? There are only a few people on the current rankings who can get to 95, but he is 100! 】

He Feng watched the discussion quietly without interrupting, but Shen Zishu beside him only looked at him.

"I'm thinking about something." He Feng looked at Shen Zishu: "Do you feel that your abilities are being covered up? That kind of psychological imbalance or something..."

The more He Feng spoke, the lower his voice became, and in the end he even felt that what he said was a little outrageous.

Shen Zishu chuckled softly, and the chuckle that came out of his throat burned He Feng's ears. Looking at He Feng's ears that quickly turned red, Shen Zishu was in a good mood and reached out to pinch the red earlobes: "If I say yes, will my god give me any compensation? Like a kiss?"

This is being teased.

He Feng couldn't help but think as he looked at Shen Zishu's smiling face.

Then let him be teased, he is quite willing to do so.

Sheng Nancheng, who was already sitting in the dormitory waiting for He Feng to get up and go to the classroom together, silently covered his face.

Although he really wanted to see his brother give him a kiss or something, his brother-in-law's eyes seemed to poke holes in him.

Well, he'd better not watch it, or he might be killed to silence him. He still wants to live.

The audience in the blocked live broadcast room have something to say, they are not afraid! The main reason is that Goff can't follow the barrage to hit them! So they are really not afraid at all! It's just that Goff is stingy! Don't let them see it!

At exactly eight o'clock in the morning, the new Chinese teacher finally waited for the players.

He looked at the class time which was ten minutes left, then looked at the players who were cooking on their own and suddenly he was sweating profusely.

God, he finally understood why no one dared to substitute for him. Players like this would die if they were threatened.

But maybe it won’t be too difficult for him. After all, these players are almost done with get out of class when they come!

Liu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a very sharp long knife was placed on his neck.

"Let's play a game of do or don't." He Feng chuckled: "Do you want to listen to me?"

Liu Yuan raised his hands. He looked at He Feng and swallowed his saliva: "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

He Feng was a little surprised: "Why don't you refuse?"

Because if you refuse you will die!

Liu Yuan roared in his heart, but on the surface he looked very sincere: "Because I want to abandon the dark and join the light."

He Feng said "oh" to indicate that he understood.

The long knife on his neck was taken away, and Liu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then why don't you kill yourself and see." He Feng smiled widely, and he was also very sincere: "After all, you said you would listen to me, right?"

Liu Yuan, who had shot himself in the foot, did not dare to make a sound. The corners of his lips trembled without even a curve.

Haha, this player is much more sincere than he thought...

"Can't you do it?" He Feng shook his head and sighed, and swung his long sword to chop off Liu Yuan's head directly: "The most important thing in life is sincerity, young man. You said you would listen to me, why don't you keep your word?"

[“The most important thing in life is sincerity”, He Ge, it’s true, I cried my heart out.]

[I am dying of laughter in the live broadcast room. After this NPC went to hell, other NPCs said something like "I fought the player for 300 rounds". When I asked him, he said that because I didn't commit suicide, the player killed me. Hahahahahahahahahaha, help me, this situation is so funny just thinking about it.]

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha I can’t help it, my family, after hearing what you said before, how can it be so funny.]

Of course, He Feng had a reason to kill Liu Yuan. With Wei Zhi, who often watched the Jing'an School copy, around, He Feng was sure which NPC could be used and which NPC could be hacked for fun.

For example, Liu Yuan, an NPC who likes to force two stranger players to have sex and kill whoever disagrees, can be a good person.

It's best to kill this kind of thing. Since he doesn't obey and commit suicide, He Feng will just take action.

Oh, he is such a sincere and kind person, he must have fascinated a lot of people.

[Brother He, I came out of the dungeon.]

The audience member named Bitter Face spoke truthfully, but He Feng chose to ignore it.

As long as he doesn't look, Lu Ming will still be in the copy.

Yes, He Feng suddenly realized.

Hey! As long as he doesn't admit it! He can pretend not to know about those who came out earlier than him!

Hey! Good idea!

[Well, Brother He, you won’t deny it, right?]

[? Hahahahaha bitter melon face you don’t tell the truth hahahahahahahahahahahaha! ]

[Look, Brother He is looking at us. Bitter Face, I guess what he said is true.]

[I understand. Pass it on. He Ge can’t afford it.]

"Go, go, go away. Everyone can't afford to play." He Feng tried to make excuses for himself: "I just didn't see it. Yes, I didn't see it."

[I just didn’t see it]

[Hahahahahaha, I~just~didn’t~see~]

He Feng: ...

"Is the meal ready?" He Feng moved directly in front of Shen Zishu: "I'm hungry."

[Hahahahahahaha! Yeah yeah! We won! Yay!]

After breakfast, He Feng briefly talked about his plan.

The only thing that can be confirmed now is that the physics and biology classes in the afternoon are 100% non-threatening to players, so He Feng can go with Shen Zishu to find the so-called fourth floor, while Sheng Nancheng will stay to protect the players.

Although Sheng Nancheng was somewhat dissatisfied with this rule, he still agreed to it.

There's nothing we can do about it. His innate skills have been enhanced and he's become super strong! He's already at level 94! Isn't that amazing?

It was already 8:46 when everyone had finished their meal and cleaned up. The math class had already started but there was no sign of the teacher, which made He Feng want to laugh.

It seems that his reputation has spread far and wide, so he can rest assured that no one will be so blind as to cause trouble next time.

So in the next second, the door of Class 3-4 was suddenly kicked open, and a man came in carrying an instrument, followed by dozens of people.

When so many people stood on the podium, a sense of oppression arose.

After someone shouted "My skills are useless", all the players started to panic.

Sheng Nancheng stood in front of his brother with a serious expression and whispered, "You two go first, I'll cover you."

"What the hell." He Feng slapped Sheng Nancheng's head away. He looked at so many people and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The leading teacher raised his axe: "You! You! You! Everyone's hairstyle is unqualified! Unqualified!!"

The female teacher behind him pouted and wrote frantically in her notebook: "They are not wearing school uniforms, they are not wearing school uniforms, they are not wearing! School! Uniforms!"

Teachers continued to speak up, the critical voices grew louder and louder, and the players' hearts were in their throats.

"It looks like we're doomed." He Feng chuckled, "But if I, the culprit, am handed over, I should be able to survive, right?"

The players looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they all stood in front of He Feng.

"Although I did bad things secretly, I really admire Brother He." Fang Zhan smiled and raised his fist: "So many teachers and monsters were killed by Brother He. If it weren't for Brother He, I might have died with my useless talent. How could I be beaten for arrogance?"

Han Yi laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! You've been pretending for so long! It's finally my turn today!"

Li Zhi made a gesture, and Li Yanrui beside him translated: "The little mute is saying thank you."

The players expressed their opinions one after another, and although a few wanted to back off, they still stood firm in their stance.

He Feng felt warm in his heart. He sighed and took out Dawn from his backpack: "Come on, make way."

The players didn't let He Feng get in a hurry. He took the knife apart and gave the "broken" part to Shen Zishu.

"Would you like to dance with me, boyfriend?" He Feng invited, "Dance of Death."

Shen Zishu smiled and nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, He Feng pushed away the idiots in front of him without any objection, and stood in front of all the players again, side by side with Shen Zishu.

"You let us down by not checking our appearance on the first day, and you do this on the second day, right?" He Feng sneered, "Xiao" trembled with excitement: "You can block your innate skills as you like, I don't use them much anyway."

The teachers grinned excitedly, they looked at He Feng with weapons in their hands, and roared excitedly one after another.

He Feng took a look around and found that people like Tang Wuwei, Fang Jin and others were not in this group, so that was enough.

"Friends in the live broadcast room, and all the players present." He Feng stretched out his hand towards Shen Zishu: "The Dance of Death will begin soon, please don't blink."

At the same time Shen Zishu firmly held He Feng's hand, the teachers rushed over instantly.

In fact, He Feng was quite confused. He thought, yes, his ability value was judged to be 101 as soon as he entered the game. This is correct, right? Doesn't it mean that his ability value is just this much, without any bonus of talent or skills? He is just that powerful.

So unlike those people whose abilities change because of their talents, skills, He Feng is powerful in the purest sense.

And Shen Zishu, his innate ability is a "dead city" that can't kill people but can only torture them, and an "unknown" that refreshes irregularly every day. Do these two have any bonus? No, right? So Shen Zishu's ability value is 100 because he is already powerful.

Uh, so these teachers who thought they could kill him by blocking some of his innate abilities are really stupid.

Why target anyone else when there are so many to target? Why target these two top ceilings?

Really yours.

The long knife kept shuttling through the crowd. He Feng liked to kick people down with one foot and then chop off their heads with one knife.

"Xiao" roared excitedly. He Feng became more and more excited as he killed more and more people. He laughed loudly, bent down and grabbed the giant axe, and with a backhand chop, he directly cut off the teacher's hand holding the axe.

"You're done playing now." He Feng blinked innocently. He kicked away the broken arm and raised the giant axe with one hand: "It's my turn now."

He Feng's painting style is wild and sweeping, while Shen Zishu's is very elegant.

When the blade was inserted into the chest and then pulled out, the blood formed a string, which was dazzlingly beautiful under the sunlight.

Every time Shen Zishu cut his sword, he would make sure to hit the vital parts. If He Feng chopped off the head, he would cut the throat.

None of the spurting blood could splash on him. He killed one after another elegantly, indifferently, without any emotion.

"Po" played the greatest role in his hands. Every time he chopped off a knife, the blade would never be stained with blood. "Po" was just like Shen Zishu, with the same indifference and contempt.

After a while, except for the few who ran away at the beginning, only one teacher was left dead.

Looking at the broken limbs and debris all over the ground, Susan's legs went weak and she knelt on the ground, and the harp in her hand fell into a pool of blood.

Her skill is recovery, but no matter how hard she plucks the strings, she can't save her teammates who are hit by fatal attacks.

Of the two people in front of him, one was covered in blood, with a satisfied look on his lips, while the other was clean. He changed his previous indifference and wiped the blood off He Feng's face with a gentle smile.

We can’t win. How can we win relying on them alone?

Susan, realizing this, began to tremble wildly.

There were more than 20 teachers, each of them had hundreds of lives on their hands, but they were killed by just these two people, and they were killed without any injuries.

If she can't win, she's dead.

"Don't shake, you were so proud just now, weren't you, teacher?" He Feng teased. He squatted down and stretched out his hand to pluck the strings on the ground. The moment he raised his eyes, his whole expression turned cold: "I just want to ask you one thing, how do you use the shielding skill thing? Teach me, teacher."