Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

the other side.

Meng Qi was wearing a neat suit with a college Chinese textbook tucked under his arm. He glanced at the watch on his right hand. It was 9:29.

I stepped into the classroom at exactly 9:30.

According to the teachers' code of conduct, teachers must arrive in class on time, neither early nor late, with an error of no more than one minute, so he calculated the time to arrive in class on time.

Meng Qi had just graduated from a normal university in the real world, and he also taught Chinese, which was a relevant major for her. The teaching materials in this ghost story world were not much different from those in the real world.

He was a little nervous at the beginning of this class, after all, it was a class about ghost stories. But during the class, the ghost story students did not make things difficult for him as he had imagined, so everything went smoothly. He spoke more and more fluently, as if he had forgotten that this was a world of ghost stories.

The class passed quickly and Meng Qi walked out of the classroom with a relaxed look on her face.

But other challengers were not as lucky.

Togus was a shoemaker from India. He stood on the podium for a long time with a geography book in his hand, but his head was empty and he couldn't utter a word.

He was very proud of his randomly assigned teacher status yesterday. When he went out in the morning, he happily put on a suit that he could never afford in his lifetime. He also found dozens of necklaces in the room and put them on his neck. Some of these necklaces were made of pure gold, some were inlaid with jade, and some were inlaid with diamonds...

When you wear it on your body, you will stand out.

When the students in the class saw that Togus was their teacher, their faces darkened noticeably.

One of the students saw that Togus couldn't say a word for a long time, and smiled: "Teacher, don't you teach? Don't you know how to teach?"

"How is it possible... Who said I can't speak?" Togus tremblingly opened the book and began to read the words on it: "Light... Light City, 233.23... meters, it has 14 districts..."

Except for the rules which can be understood directly, other text materials will be automatically converted into the language of the challenger's country. However, Togus has a low level of education, so he reads haltingly.

"Teacher, you are wrong." The student stared at Togus with burning eyes: "The City of Light has a total area of ​​233.23 million square kilometers, of which 37.21 square kilometers are lakes. Outside the city, there is an endless ocean..."

"You can even read wrongly even when you're just looking at the book, teacher, you don't even know how to teach."

The student slapped his desk and stood up, pointing his finger at Togus: "You are not worthy of being our teacher."

As the student finished speaking, all the students in the class echoed: "That's right, you are not worthy of being our teacher."

One of the students revealed his true form as a ghost and gave Togus a weird smile. Togus looked horrified and was then chopped into pieces by the student who had transformed into a ghost and then eaten. He died in a miserable manner.

[Asian challenger Togus has died]

In addition to Togus, there are countless challengers who died due to professional mismatch.

There is a challenger who is actually the president of a company. He disguised himself as a cake maker. Because the cake he made was too ugly, he was killed and dismembered by a customer. He died!!!

There was a customer who was actually a street vendor, dressed as a judge, and because he couldn't judge a case, he was killed by everyone in the court. Dead!!!

There were challengers who were wearing their professional identities, but because they were too nervous, they made mistakes frequently and died!!

……

real world.

China's rules and strange talk response bureau.

"According to statistics, excluding deaths caused by challengers violating the rules, the number of challengers who died because their profession did not match theirs is nearly one-sixth of the total number. And this is just one morning." Wang Luo looked at the string of cold numbers and spoke with a sob. These are human lives.

"There are 2000 challengers in China. As of five minutes ago, 181 screens have gone black forever. This is because our country has universal compulsory education." Wang Luo continued: "For countries like India that do not pay attention to cultural education, the mortality rate has approached 50%."

Speaking of this, Wang Luo felt proud of their country.

Because of compulsory education, Chinese challengers generally have a higher cultural level, a better ability to understand the rules, and a higher survival rate than those from other countries.

"The identity that a challenger randomly chooses is not the more respectable the better, but whether it matches his or her own identity. If a challenger has no professional experience and is randomly chosen to be a judge, lawyer, doctor, or other profession that requires high professional knowledge and professional accomplishment, the mortality rate will be high.

On the contrary, the survival rate of occupations that do not require high technical skills, such as students, waiters, cashiers, and deliverymen, is relatively high.”

"But in general, challengers with higher cultural levels have higher survival rates. Upward compatibility is difficult, but downward compatibility is relatively simple. Lawyers can be waiters, but waiters cannot be lawyers..."

"It is gratifying that more than a dozen challengers in our country have performed exceptionally well and have now been included in the key focus list..."

"Based on the challenger's performance, there are several ways to deal with career mismatch: quitting, changing jobs, using high emotional intelligence to force your way through, getting lucky...

Kimchi Country is promoting that resignation is the only way to solve the mystery, and that staying at home will not be harmed, but Article 1 of the city code clearly states that everyone has his or her own identity and that employees should love their jobs and be dedicated to their work. Staying at home and not going to work will not be harmed for the time being, but there is no guarantee of what will happen next..."

"Mingguang University is a place that needs special attention. The letter the challenger received last night was signed by Chen Siqi, the president of Mingguang University. The text message in the letter seems to be for the challenger's consideration, but the possibility of a trap cannot be ruled out..."

…………

The world of strange stories.

The time came to 11:30, and the bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time. Lin Chuxia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The poetry appreciation class was not difficult for her. She was required to speak actively in class. Other ghost stories showed her the price of answering incorrectly, which was having her arm torn off by the teacher.

They humans don't have the ability to recover after their arms are torn off, so when the teacher asked a question that she was sure of the answer to, Lin Chuxia spoke up decisively.

Other challengers in the class also raised their hands to speak when questions were asked. Except for Blanco, all the other challengers who were able to choose this course were Chinese, so answering the questions was not difficult.

Even Blanco answered in the last few minutes, so nothing went wrong.

However, in other classrooms, some challengers had their arms torn off for not being able to answer the questions, some lost an eye, and some were simply dismembered by the ghost stories. The screams had not stopped since the class started. Since the classroom was soundproof, Lin Chuxia could not hear the screams from other classrooms.

But you can learn about the situation of most people through the death messages on the screen.

After class, Lin Chuxia took out a lunch box from her bag and did not try to go to the cafeteria to eat.

Most of the challengers did the same thing, but there were always some who didn't believe in it and wanted to give it a try. They died after trying, and all the food they ate in the cafeteria, without exception, became the stuff of legend.

……

Sunshine Restaurant.

In a restaurant near Mingguang University, Xie Lang casually ordered a few dishes and sat at a window seat, watching the hustle and bustle of traffic and people coming and going outside the window.

"Hello, here is your drink." Song Tian carefully placed a glass of drink on the table. As her hands were shaking, the orange juice in the glass was also shaking slightly, but fortunately it did not spill.

Xie Lang's thoughts were pulled back from the window. He looked up at Song Tian. She was about twenty years old, and the large waiter uniform was a little loose on her body. Coupled with the panic on her face, Xie Lang instantly knew her identity. She must be a challenger.

Song Tian heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the drink was not spilled. In the morning, a colleague accidentally spilled a drink on a customer and the customer broke his arm. She is still frightened when she thinks about it now.

After Song Tian put the drink down, she smiled and said, "Ma'am, the food you ordered will be ready soon. Please wait a moment."

Xie Lang nodded slightly and did not embarrass her.

Ten minutes later, the dishes were ready and Song Tian was about to bring the food over.

"Wait." A fat man walked into the restaurant kitchen and stopped Song Tian's behavior as soon as he came in.

This fat guy was the same fat guy who had been fawning on Xie Lang on the bus in the morning.

Qiu Zhengyi looked at the dishes Xie Lang ordered: a pickled fish, a sweet and sour fish, a dry-pot stuffed cabbage, a bowl of rice, and a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup. Then he asked, "That lord, is this all you ordered?"

"Yes, manager." Song Tian noticed Qiu Zhengyi's choice of words, "Sir?" Anyone who can be addressed like that by Qiu Zhengyi should have a higher status than Qiu Zhengyi.

She had a favorable impression of Xie Lang's strange story because most people who ordered food in this restaurant would order one or two bloody dishes such as human blood and human hearts. In comparison, the food Xie Lang ordered was too normal.

This made her a little curious about Xie Lang.

"Replace all of these." Qiu Zhengyi frowned, dragged a corpse out from somewhere, and took out the heart of the corpse on the spot. The heart was still beating, it seemed that the person had died not long ago, and the heart was still fresh.

The beating heart is made into sashimi and sprinkled with sauce, which is a dish.

Mixing blood and wine and pouring it into a goblet is another dish.

Slice the human leg meat, place it on a plate, and garnish it with broccoli, lemon, etc., and it becomes another dish.

……

In just a few minutes, Qiu Zhengyi made the corpse into more than a dozen dishes. The dishes were exquisite, with good color, aroma and taste. One has to admit that Qiu Zhengyi has some talent as a chef.

Song Tian was watching from the side and was about to vomit, but she was trying her best to restrain herself.

After finishing all this, Qiu Zhengyi was very proud of his work and ordered Song Tian, ​​"Bring these dishes to that adult."

Song Tian looked hesitant. Looking at these bloody dishes, she didn't dare to show any nausea, but she didn't dare to serve them either.

Xie Lang didn't order these. He replaced the dishes she didn't order with others. If she was not satisfied, he would be the one to die.

"What are you afraid of? I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong." Qiu Zhengyi said coldly to Song Tian, ​​"If you don't go, believe it or not, I will turn you into a dish and send you to that adult. The ingredients are fresh out of the oven, and they are very good."

As he said this, he licked his chin with his tongue.

"I'll go right away." No matter how cautious Song Tian was, she was only twenty years old. In the real world, she was still a student with no experience. When threatened by Qiu Zhengyi, she tremblingly put the dishes in the food box and brought it to Xie Lang.