Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

The last player has arrived.

But in this way.

The teacher who dragged him in spat in disgust, "This kid has been misbehaving since he entered the academy. I don't know when he secretly hid the drugs, knocked us out, and ran away."

He died, his neck broken cleanly and decisively.

Liang Zaibing silently lit a candle for this guy, after all, he had tried his ideas and paved the way for them.

Sometimes being too proactive isn't a good thing.

Since the main quest requires entering the Five Virtues Academy and then escaping, it will absolutely not allow them to escape without exploring the dungeon first.

If your strength is enough to overwhelm a C-rank dungeon, then that's a different story.

Liang Zaibing was concerned about this, which is why she didn't use props to force her way out after entering the room.

For the system to fill this gap, it means that something even more dangerous awaits them.

Liang Zaibing suddenly smiled for no reason. This boss was quite merciful, dying quickly in a few seconds without tormenting the players.

Principal Bao forced out a "hmm" from his throat, "Number 11 did a good job."

Just as Liang Zaibing was wondering what kind of monster "Number 11" he was talking about was, a thick, impenetrable shadow in the corner of the wall suddenly twisted, and a small, thin boy emerged from the darkness.

It walks silently, like a malnourished little black cat.

She was around fifteen or sixteen years old, with long bangs that covered her eyes, and her lips were always pursed, never showing a smile.

Judging from his eerie movements and cold demeanor, he is undoubtedly a ghost, and might even be the boss of this level.

Number 11 walked up to Principal Bao and obediently lowered his head.

Principal Bao patted him on the shoulder, his forced smile sending chills down one's spine. "Keep up the good work, and keep a close eye on your students. If anyone tries to run away..."

As Principal Bao spoke, his gaze swept over everyone in the office, carrying a threatening and warning tone, "We won't hold back."

Looking at the corpse on the ground, one can tell what happens when someone tries to escape but is caught.

Number 11 nodded to indicate that he would strictly follow the orders, and then walked back to the corner he had come from.

During the process, he suddenly felt his left hand being touched. Number 11 raised his cold, emotionless eyes and saw the young man who had bumped into him talking to someone next to him as if nothing had happened.

Even in this gloomy and oppressive atmosphere, the young man still habitually curled his lips, appearing nonchalant and carefree.

Judging that he had not violated the academy's rules, Number 11 ultimately did nothing to him and silently walked back into the darkness and disappeared completely.

"...I think pasta should be mixed with No. 27 concrete."

Seeing Liang Zaibing's confident demeanor, Mo Qiuping was speechless. What was wrong with this guy just now?

Disrupted by this, Principal Bao gave up on his actions towards Liu Ying. He simply pointed at her with his withered, twig-like hand and said, "Considering you've just arrived, I'll give you a chance to repent your sins before me and tell me how you hurt your parents' feelings."

Liu Ying trembled a couple of times before stammering, "I... I'm dating Xiao Hui, I'm skipping school, and... I argued with my mom and made her angry."

Principal Bao neither said it was good nor bad, but his malicious gaze shifted to the hoodlum boy next to him.

After seeing the body, Zhao Hui's attitude softened considerably, and he continued very cooperatively, "Xiao Ying's family called my parents who were working in another city. That's when they found out that I had secretly dropped out of school and was using the tuition money they gave me to loaf around on the streets, so they sent me in too."

It's a very simple story about a good girl falling in love with a delinquent, but the ending is unusual: the ill-fated couple are both sent to an internet addiction treatment center by their parents.

Feng Peng, a middle-aged man, was still sweating profusely, his blue T-shirt completely soaked. "I became addicted to playing games, missed many days of work, and lost my job. I really, really let down my parents' education and upbringing, sob sob sob."

The man even burst into tears at the end, though it's unclear whether he was too immersed in the role or simply terrified.

Mo Qiuping simply replied, "Disobeying her parents' discipline."

That's quite in line with her personality. It feels like Mo Qiuping could say "It's none of your business" to her own parents with that half-dead face.

"Ignorant and good-for-nothing, all he does is speed and party." Sheng Jingyu said succinctly, then gave Liang Zaibing a glare, signaling him to hurry up and get to the point.

Without hesitation, Liang Zaibing shrugged and confessed to his heinous crimes.

"My parents found out I was watching porn."

Sheng Jingyu sneered without any mercy, "Were your parents from the Qing Dynasty? You act like it's the end of the world after watching a few movies. People who don't know better would think you automatically sprang from a rock eighteen years ago."

After catching his breath, Liang Zaibing added, "It's a gay film."

"?!" Sheng Jingyu's expression instantly turned to horror and disgust, as if he had been stained with something dirty.

"Hey, are you from the Qing Dynasty? It's 4202 years and you're still talking about Kongtong?"

Sheng Jingyu instantly bristled, glaring fiercely at him, "Get out!"

She has such a bad temper.

Liang Zaibing touched her nose and took a half step back.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, the young master is actually a Kongtong."

"Son, you're unbeatable! You managed to piss them off with just three sentences."

"You just wait, or he might send a whole truckload of bread-bread men to mess with you."

"Keep it up. As long as you survive the dungeon, you can pay for the room in full after taking a beating."

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Principal Bao ignored their noise and suddenly smiled mysteriously, "No matter how bad you were before, it doesn't matter. As long as you enter Wude Academy, I will definitely give your parents a well-behaved and obedient child."

For the first time, Liang Zaibing found the word "obedient" utterly repulsive.

Humans are born as independent individuals. If we always listen to others, are we still ourselves?

All they wanted was an obedient puppet, not a child who stumbled and struggled to grow up.

Principal Bao waved his hand, "That's enough for today. Xiao Sun, take them to the cleansing room."

Sun Zai and several other teachers filed in, and were escorted like prisoners to a rusty tin shack.

As is customary, a wooden plaque hangs on the tin-roofed house, reading "Washing Heart Room".

Ah, are we here to turn over a new leaf?

Why not just hang up another sign that says "Reform yourself well and start anew"? Anyway, this place is no different from a private prison.

The teacher roughly separated the boys and girls and herded them into two shower rooms filled with the damp, rusty smell.

The bathroom was made of sheet metal on all four sides, covered with mottled rust. There was no showerhead, only a faucet connected to the ceiling, and the water that flowed out was a murky light yellow.

Feng Peng hugged his arms in fear and unease. "I've seen places like this in movies. Are they going to use poison gas next?"

Sun Zai was dissatisfied with their dawdling, so he took the rubber stick from his waist and banged it heavily on the iron wall. "Take off all your clothes and throw them into the laundry basket. Don't leave anything behind."

"After washing up and changing into your school uniform, hurry up and come out."