Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

The teacher who was staring at the monitoring room overhead couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was good that the child was not deaf-mute. If he was really deaf-mute, it would be really difficult to communicate with him. He couldn't hear you when you spoke. If you put him in engineer maintenance mode, the elevator might suddenly move inexplicably again and scare her.

The elevator started moving again, and Jiang Qiqi calmed down as she felt the weightlessness.

"It's a dream, it's a dream! I've been under too much pressure recently, and I'm hallucinating. Qin Shang is a character in the comics, how could he appear in reality? It must be because I'm reluctant to let go of the work I've been serializing for such a long time, so I appeared..."

The word "hallucination" got stuck in her throat. As the doors opened and the elevator stopped on the seventh floor, Jiang Qiqi noticed a dent on the left side of the elevator. It was exactly the same spot where Qin Shang had slapped her in her hallucination. If it was an ordinary adult man who slapped the metal covering of the load-bearing structure of the elevator, leaving a slap mark, Jiang Qiqi would never believe it. But Qin Shang was different...

He is the protagonist of the comics and comes from the world of comics. In the world I created, there are people with super powers. Qin Shang, as a Shenlu player, is a person with super powers himself, not to mention that he also has props. I am not surprised at all that he has a prop in his hand that can slap out a 1 ton weight with one slap, because he has quite a few props that can meet this requirement.

But... am I fucking crazy!?

The moment these thoughts flashed through her mind, Jiang Qiqi froze in place in a daze.

Not long after stepping out of the elevator, Jiang Qiqi put everything behind her and came to her tutor's office. She knocked on the door of Room 2701 and heard a deep "Come in". It has to be said that the art industry and the Chinese medicine industry are really similar. Most of the traditional painters who are famous at home and abroad are basically white-haired or over 50 years old, as if only in this way can they be in line with the style of a famous painter. The same is true for Chinese medicine. If an ordinary person goes to see a Chinese medicine doctor and runs into a young man in his early twenties with a childish face, can you feel at ease? You may have to post the prescription he gives you and inquire from many sources before you dare to take it.

This kind of prejudice, for unknown reasons, is widespread. The reason might be the so-called stereotype, which is why many young, renowned painters prefer to remain under the radar, hiding their true identities. Several rising stars in the art industry, who have become renowned in recent years, have too much personal information available on public social media platforms. It's not all incomplete information, and if they say they don't want to be famous, they're definitely lying. But it's likely that they do it to avoid the prejudices of worldly eyes, so they prefer to leave only pen names and let their works speak for themselves...

"I'm sorry, teacher. I'm late. I was busy painting just now. I came here as soon as I heard the news from Ah Tian. But the elevator in Yuying Building was broken, and I got stuck in the elevator, which delayed me for some time..."

In Jiang Qiqi's opinion, she was trapped in the elevator for at least an hour. However, after hearing this, the old professor was confused and said in astonishment, "Zhang Jiutan also told me that you answered her call fifteen minutes ago, but were you trapped in the elevator just now? That's quite fast. The school's logistics department has been very efficient recently. They brought the students out so quickly."

"Wha...what?"

Jiang Qiqi was startled and immediately looked down at the watch on her wrist.

19:15 pm.

It's only been two minutes since...

No, it's impossible. From the moment the elevator power went out to the moment I hallucinated and saw Qin Shang, at least five minutes had passed. How could I have only spent two minutes?!

The settings in Shenlu once again came to mind at this time.

The flow of time in the Divine Road dungeon is different from that in the real world, sometimes it is one to one, that is, one minute passed in reality, and one minute passed in the Divine Road. Players may have wasted seven or eight hours brushing the dungeon, but when they return to reality, they may have disappeared for seven or eight hours. However, occasionally in some dungeons, the flow of time in the real world and in the dungeon is also different. Players may have spent two or three days, or three or four days in the dungeon, but in fact, only a few minutes have passed in the real world after coming out. This is the special and awesome thing about the Divine Road. Some people may think that it is just a moment, but in the outside world it is a lifetime, and everything they are familiar with has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At the end of the comic, Qin Shang is staying in the dungeon...

This is hard to understand. It was Qin Shang who just pulled me into the world of the dungeon! ?

No, how is this possible?

"Jiang Qiqi, Jiang Qiqi? Hey, kid, were you scared in the elevator just now?"

At this moment, Jiang Qiqi felt something swaying in front of her eyes, which brought her back to her senses. Seeing that it was her teacher who was looking at her with a worried look on his face, waving his hand in front of her eyes, Jiang Qiqi touched her cheek in dismay, coughed dryly, and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now..."

"Do you want to go to the school hospital? Are you usually afraid when walking alone at night? Don't get claustrophobia because of being trapped in the elevator today."

When Jiang Qiqi heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched. She forced a civilized but impolite smile at the teacher, cursing in her heart, "Old Zhang, if you don't know how to speak, you don't have to keep silent."

Teacher, if you weren't into art, you'd probably be beaten to death if you were released. Just for that mouth of yours, you deserve to be thrown into a pig cage. Even though you're clearly expressing concern, the moment you say it, it makes me want to smack you. Of course, this world is more tolerant of people who engage in art. For example, if you see a man with waist-length hair on the street, most of the time many people might look at him strangely. But if you change the scene and imagine that he's the bassist of a rock band at a concert, then suddenly everyone thinks that the long hair isn't so out of place anymore. The same goes for our own mentor's mouth. He actually still speaks in the same style when he goes out for social events. But because he's an art instructor and has some fame in the industry, even if he says something unpleasant, others will subconsciously think it's just his true nature. Not many people would really bother with him over his gossip and inappropriate words...

After chatting for about ten minutes, Jiang Qiqi respectfully called out "Thank you, teacher, goodbye", pushed the door and left Office 2701. Jiang Qiqi was a little absent-minded during the whole conversation, but she understood what Old Zhang meant. Old Zhang called her over to let her attend a well-known domestic art exhibition as a notice. However, it was naturally impossible to use comic-style works to participate in a formal art exhibition of this level, so Old Zhang really asked Jiang Qiqi's opinion to see if she wanted to participate in this competition. If she could get a top few in the competition before graduation, her resume in school would naturally be a highlight, which would be of great benefit to her future employment.

Of course Jiang Qiqi happily nodded in agreement.

After graduation, if he didn't borrow the resources of his mentors, it would be difficult for him to participate in this level of competition. Without connections, influence, or recommendations in the industry, this level of competition would have nothing to do with him, and it would basically not be Jiang Qiqi's turn...

"But...was it really just an illusion?"

As Jiang Qiqi walked out of Yuying Building, holding the digital display, her mind was consumed with thoughts of what had just happened in the elevator. It was already dark, and the streetlights on every street in the campus were all on. Jiang Qiqi felt no fear walking under the streetlights. Occasionally, she could hear the sounds of boys playing basketball and football on the playground. The campus at dusk was filled with the scent of youth. But at this moment, Jiang Qiqi's heart was heavy with worry. Old Zhang had told her that he'd seen the news about a child who had been missing for years in a mountainous area. Later, skeletal remains were found there, and through professional DNA testing, the missing child's parents had been found. He wanted Jiang Qiqi to interview them in depth and use the bereaved parents as inspiration for a piece of art, emphasizing their grief...

Although it seems a bit like taking advantage of someone else's misfortune, there is no other way. If Jiang Qiqi wants to participate in this competition, she has to do what Old Zhang says. Otherwise, even if she draws other works, the instructor will definitely not choose to submit her work.

Just as she reached the dormitory door, a teacher wearing a red Youth League armband suddenly recognized Jiang Qiqi and immediately stepped forward to stop her. "Hello, classmate, wait a moment..."

"Ok?"

Jiang Qiqi was stunned. Did the school Youth League Committee bring the Student Union to check the dormitory for prohibited items?

But why stop me?

The teacher didn't waste any time and got straight to the point. "Student, were you in Yuying Building just now? About an hour ago, were you stuck in the elevator for a while?"

Jiang Qiqi nodded. "It's okay. I don't need to go to the school hospital. It only took two or three minutes. I wasn't scared. Thank you teachers for your concern..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the teacher from the Youth League Committee coughed with a strange expression.

"The Youth League Committee is indeed concerned about Jiang's health, but after taking a look at you, I felt that you were probably fine, so I felt relieved. Of course..."

"Well, I came here this time not only to express my concern for Jiang's health, but also to find you because I need you to pay me some compensation for the elevator. I'm wondering if you still remember that when I was trapped in the elevator, I was probably too frightened and kicked the metal plate on the right side of the elevator door twice."

compensation?

"What?"

Jiang Qiqi's eyes widened immediately, and she felt a throbbing sensation in her temples.

What the hell?

When did I kick the door?

Teacher, you are slandering me. I'm afraid that the school's budget management department is short of funds recently, and they want to take advantage of us students to make the most of the money, right?

I didn't even pursue the matter. The school teaching building hadn't even closed yet. I was an ordinary college student who had paid tuition, but I was trapped in the elevator and was frightened. I asked the school for financial compensation and mental damages. As a result, your Youth League Committee came to my door and extorted money?

Is there any royal law?

Jiang Qiqi couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had a bad temper and was about to start yelling.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of something. Her body trembled, and an image flashed through her mind: Qin Shang, disheveled and in a state of disarray, staggered out of the darkness. He slapped the nearest building nearby and uttered in a deep, hoarse voice like a wild animal, "I will find you no matter where I go."

Her pretty face changed slightly, and Jiang Qiqi opened her red lips;

"Wait, teacher, is there a photo of the location you mentioned? Let me take a look!"