Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the "Massacre" achievement. The system will immediately issue 10 reward points (already increased in value)"

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the "I am very kind" achievement. The system will immediately issue 10 reward points (already increased in value)"

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 1120."

He Feng was too lazy to bother with the random names given by the achievement system.

He was kind, after all.

When the group of people returned to the classroom in a mighty manner, they saw Ning Simu sitting in the classroom with a dazed look on his face, and Fang Jin and Ren Peipei shivering and hugging each other. Andrew was stronger than He Feng had imagined, and he hugged him and cried. Tang Wuwei had an admiring look on his face, and Wu Yun smiled and pulled Sheng Nancheng over to wipe his face.

"You..." Ning Simu started, feeling like fainting again. She quickly pinched her philtrum: "You..."

"Homeroom teacher, I have a request." He Feng stepped forward and held Ning Simu's hand: "I may be away for a few days. Can you come and protect the students? You don't want to see your students get into an accident, do you?"

Hearing this, Ning Simu recovered. She felt her hand being held tightly and nodded solemnly.

"I, Ning Simu, will definitely protect my students with my life." Ning Simu said firmly: "You must also protect yourselves, understand?"

He Feng grinned: "I know."

He Feng had almost killed all the monsters in the dormitory building last night. Now all the dangers inside and outside had been cleared. He Feng thought it would be better to go to the fourth floor to take a look.

So he turned his head to look at Shen Zishu and found that Shen Zishu was also looking at him.

"Let me guess." Shen Zishu chuckled and took He Feng's hand: "You want to go to the fourth floor now, right?"

He Feng also laughed and held Shen Zishu's hand back: "You will come with me, right?"

"Of course." Shen Zishu said, "I will go with you wherever you go."

So He Feng and Shen Zishu decided to go to the fourth floor to take a look, but Sheng Nancheng stopped them.

"Don't go, both of you look at me." Sheng Nancheng pouted and grabbed He Feng's clothes: "I think Xia Zhi can protect the players, so let me go with you, brother~brother-in-law!"

"Don't even think about it." He Feng slapped Sheng Nancheng's hand away: "I can't let you take risks with me. Let's go and take good care of the house."

After he said that, he took Shen Zishu away without even looking at Sheng Nancheng who was about to cry.

Sheng Nancheng pursed his lips and immediately whimpered:...

Haha, his brother really doesn’t care whether he cries or not, right?

"Damn it, you ungrateful man!" Sheng Nancheng sat on He Feng's throne: "Why don't you take me with you? Why don't you take me with you? Ah! Don't take me with you!"

[Well, baby, Brother He said he wants you to get up from his throne.]

Sheng Nancheng: ...

"Who! Who is it!" Sheng Nancheng panicked and stood up quickly: "Hey! Which thief is complaining?"

While Sheng Nancheng was checking for spies, He Feng and Shen Zishu were standing in front of the fourth floor and did not go in immediately.

They deliberately avoided the fourth floor during the raid just now, but He Feng also observed it.

It's very quiet. There are some reading sounds on other floors, but the fourth floor is too quiet.

But no matter what's inside, He Feng is not afraid.

"Let's go." He Feng shook their clasped hands and asked, "It's just the two of us now."

Shen Zishu raised his lips and nodded: "If you come out earlier, I can make you octopus balls."

"Hehe." He chuckled and took out the Dawn, handing it to Shen Zishu: "Just in case."

Shen Zishu took it and held it in his hand. The two of them smiled at each other and stepped into the restricted area on the fourth floor at the same time.

"Brother He! What are you thinking about? You look so serious!" The girl sitting in front of him smiled and twisted her body to ask He Feng: "Hey, brother He, you are skipping classes like this, aren't you afraid that the head teacher will call your parents?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" He Feng answered subconsciously. He looked around and found nothing wrong, so he leaned back in his chair lazily: "My parents don't care about me, and my mother protects me the most."

"Brother He is awesome." The person in front of him gave He Feng a thumbs up: "I can't do that. My dad's belt fried meat, I can't handle it."

"You're promising." He Feng sneered, with the unbridled carelessness typical of a teenager on his face. He raised his chin with a look of arrogance: "How can a boy not get away with a beating? We are still young, and we have plenty of time to indulge ourselves!"

"Hand in your homework."

A cold command came from the side. He Feng turned his head and saw a fair-skinned young man with a cold expression. He looked at He Feng as if he was a stranger.

"Operation."

"No." He Feng spread his hands indifferently: "You can tell on me all you want. It was you who told on me when I got scolded last time anyway, good monitor."

Shen Zishu frowned subconsciously.

Ever since He Feng broke up with him, he didn't like collecting He Feng's homework. This person always had endless sarcastic words to say to him.

Thinking of this, the expression on Shen Zishu's face paused for a moment, and then sank again.

"Whatever you say." Shen Zishu said coldly, pointing the pile of homework at the desk in front of He Feng: "Hand in your homework."

After Shen Zishu left with his homework, the person sitting in front of him said to He Feng cautiously, "Brother, are you still angry with the monitor?"

"Huh?!" He Feng slammed the table and said, "I'm angry? What am I angry about? Don't you know how I treated him? How could he not know? Humph, since he sued me, I will never forgive him!"

"He Feng! What are you yelling for?" The Chinese teacher who came into the classroom early looked at He Feng with a disdainful expression: "Get out and stand! If you want to mess around, just mess around! Don't disturb other students!"

He Feng rolled his eyes, stood up suddenly and walked towards the back door, slamming the door loudly.

As if he really wanted to stay in the classroom.

The afternoon wind is warm. It blows into the corridor, blowing up the boy's hair and revealing the boy's unique stubbornness.

When the bell rang, the students in the corridor quickened their pace.

Whenever they passed by He Feng, they just glanced at him quickly, then ran to the classroom impatiently to tell their classmates that the school bully of Class 3-4 was punished to stand again.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, and He Feng felt a little hungry when he smelled it.

The sound of reading coming from the classroom made him a little sleepy. He wondered whose cell phone kept making the dinging sound. It was probably hidden nearby.

He Feng thought about it and quickly glanced into the classroom through the window of the back door.

Well, that’s good, the Chinese teacher didn’t notice him.

Then he'll run away.

He Feng grinned, bent down skillfully, ran to the stairs, and skipped downstairs to play in the playground.

Anyway, the Chinese teacher who kicked him out of the classroom was an easy woman to deal with.

The playground of Jing'an School is quite large. However, because the school was built quite a while ago, the plastic track has faded a bit and looks a bit pathetic.

He Feng put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform jacket and strolled around aimlessly.

He recalled the time when he skipped school with Shen Zishu. The good student condescended to follow him over the wall just to get evidence of his truancy.

He Feng sneered.

Suddenly, something in his pocket hit the palm of his hand.

He Feng took it out and saw that it was a small model of a double-edged sword. It was very delicate and looked just like the real one.

He Feng slowly stopped and looked at the small pendant in his hand. He suddenly wanted to throw it away, but in the end he put it in his pocket.

Shen Zishu also has such a small model, but his is a single-edged sword. Not only that, the two small models can be combined into one sword.

He Feng thought angrily, after all, he was the one who made this small model, so why did he give it to Shen Zishu on impulse?

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why should he care so much about a nerd who only knows how to complain?

At the same time, He Feng's every move was projected onto the screen of Class 3-4 of Senior High School.

Of course, it is Class 3 and 4 of High School outside the fantasy world.

"It's over, it's over." Sheng Nancheng kept muttering, "My brother and my brother-in-law were separated by the Go system, and there's still a grudge. It's over, it's over. When my brother comes out, this instance must be blown up."

As he spoke, he took out the remote control He Feng had stuffed into his hand and said, "How about blowing it up now? This way my brother will be happier when he comes out."

"Chengzi!" Fangzhan pressed Shengnancheng down: "Don't! If you press it now, what if Brother He can't get out!"

Sheng Nancheng finally reacted. He put down his hands and began to pray for his brother-in-law: "Brother-in-law, please be nice to my brother... Otherwise, I will have to buy you a washboard..."

He Feng walked for a while and felt a little bored.

I don’t know which class was having a physical education class on the basketball court. The boys didn’t play very well, but the girls next to them were shouting very loudly.

"Hey! Brother He!" One of the boys saw He Feng and immediately called out, "Come here! We all miss your three-point shots! Come here!"

"A bunch of little idiots." He Feng walked over with a smile: "You still have to look at me."

When Shen Zishu came over, He Feng happened to block someone's ball. He was standing in the midfield, and with a jump, the basketball was thrown high into the air and went steadily into the basket.

The girls around screamed, and Shen Zishu pursed his lips unhappily.

"Hey, who is this?" He Feng took the handkerchief handed over by his teammate and wiped his sweat: "What's wrong, my good squad leader, did you complain again and were ordered to arrest me?"

"He Feng." Shen Zishu looked very hurt: "It's not me."

Seeing him like this, He Feng paused: "What do you mean it's not you?"

Shen Zishu lowered his head, his voice trembling: "It's not me who is complaining."

"No, you, what's wrong with you?" He Feng quickly ran out of the basketball court and looked at Shen Zishu nervously: "Are you really crying?"

Shen Zishu turned his head away and left without saying another word.

"Hey! Don't go! Explain yourself clearly!" The moment Shen Zishu turned his head, He Feng saw the tears in his eyes and panicked: "You, it's not you, if it's really not you, I'll apologize to you, don't cry."

"No need." Shen Zishu choked up and said, "You've already decided it's me in your heart, what else can I say? It doesn't matter, it's just that you hate me, I've gotten used to it these days."

"Ah? It really wasn't you." He Feng grabbed Shen Zishu's sleeve and looked at the red-eyed man in front of him. Somehow, he felt a pain in his heart: "Well, I apologize to you. I'm sorry. I, mainly because it was just the two of us that day..."

"I don't need your apology." Shen Zishu didn't shake off He Feng's hand. He just turned his head away, his tone full of grievance: "I'm fine alone."

"Don't." He Feng walked a few steps to Shen Zishu and said, "Then tell me, what can I do to make you forgive me?"

Shen Zishu lowered his head and said nothing.

He Feng hesitated and said, "How about you beat me up? I don't mean to wrongly accuse you, so can you please not hit me in the face?"

"No." Shen Zishu rejected it outright, his eyes full of tears looking bright: "I don't need your apology, I don't want your compensation, so can you please stop ignoring me?"

"Okay, okay." He Feng's heart almost melted when he said this. Thinking of his own sarcasm over the past two days, He Feng felt that he was really not a human being, so he quickly agreed: "I will pay attention to you, I will definitely pay attention to you, so don't cry, you look so pitiful."

He Feng coaxed Shen Zishu all the way back and finally made him laugh. Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard that Shen Zishu had changed his seat to sit next to him, which made him a little confused.

"I'm just afraid that you'll ignore me." Shen Zishu explained in a low voice, a little cautiously: "So I told the head teacher that I wanted to change seats. You won't find me annoying, right?"

"How could that be?" He Feng suppressed the urge to pinch Shen Zishu's face. He coughed lightly and turned his head away, trying to ignore his ears that were burning: "Of course I want to be with you. I want to sit with my best friend."

"That's good." Shen Zishu lay on the table, his head resting on his arm to ensure that He Feng could see his face. Shen Zishu smiled and said, "I am honored to be your best friend."

He Feng: ...

Help, was Shen Zishu so cute before!

He Feng lowered his head and shouted wildly in his heart.

Why did he remember Shen Zishu always had a cold face? Why was he smiling at him?

day!

He Feng secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Zishu, wondering how this person could be so handsome.

Damn it! He Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

How could he think a boy was good-looking? He, he must be gay...

The players and viewers who watched the whole process just want to say.

6.

They have already said that this meager number is numb, but they still have to say it.

Shen Zishu is so cool.

Sheng Nancheng covered his face and thought about a problem.

Has his brother-in-law always been so good? Not to mention that his brother-in-law recovered his memory so quickly, just looking at the speed at which he dealt with his brother, Shengnan Chengji felt that Shen Zishu deserved to be liked by his brother.

If it were him, he would also fall.

As soon as He Feng entered the fourth floor, his live broadcast room was forced to shut down, and the audience in the live broadcast room all flocked to Sheng Nancheng's live broadcast room. At the same time, Sheng Nancheng and his friends received a message.

Spend 10 Horror Coins to watch the adventures of two players on the fourth floor.

Sheng Nancheng, who had 10 billion horror coins in his pocket, agreed without hesitation, and the live broadcast on the fourth floor began. There were two screens in total, one was Shen Zishu's perspective, and the other was He Feng's.

Therefore, not only the players saw the situation on the fourth floor, but also the viewers in He Feng’s live broadcast room saw it.

[Goff, awesome.]

[Uh, I'm the only one wondering, will those of us who have seen Hege's scandal be silenced after Hege releases his copy?]

[? Stop arguing, let me think about it.]