Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

As southerners who rarely visit public bathhouses, most of them hesitated, but after Zhao Hui took off his ripped jeans first, they all gradually started to take off their clothes as well.

Liang Zaibing quickly stripped down to her underwear, and just as she threw her sweatpants into the bucket, she turned around and found Sheng Jingyu still standing there motionless.

Even in such a disheveled state, Sheng Jingyu still arrogantly raised his chin slightly, like a smug little peacock, unwilling to shed his beautiful feathers.

Seeing Liang Zaibing looking at him, Sheng Jingyu glanced at him with even more disdain, "Stay away from me, what are you looking at like that for, disgusting."

"..."

I felt so helpless when I was scolded while passing by.

Liang Zaibing understood the young master Sheng's temper almost instantly. He was unwilling to take off his clothes because he was afraid that she, his "deadbeat," would see him naked and take advantage of him.

He really has the temper of a young master. The teacher surnamed Sun was practically poking him on the head with his stick, and he was still arguing about these trivial things.

Besides, whether someone is gay or not is just character information, so what's there to care about?

Let's just show him what it means to be cunning and treacherous.

Liang Zaibing deliberately walked past Sheng Jingyu and threw her clothes away.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Sheng Jingyu was about to dodge when he suddenly heard that person whisper devilishly in his ear, "You're so easy to be..."

Sheng Jingyu's eyes widened in shock, and he forgot to look away for a moment.

Liang Zaibing patted his butt casually, signaling him to move aside and make way.

The little peacock, its tail touched, immediately bristled and jumped three meters away, yelling, "Pervert!"

Adhering to the principle of teasing and running away, Liang Zaibing ignored him and went to take a shower in a corner.

This young master has never been to school, has he? It's perfectly normal for boys to pat each other's butts, why are you making such a fuss?

Even after he finished washing up and changed into the academy's uniform gray short-sleeved trousers, he could still feel Sheng Jingyu's angry and disgusted gaze fixed on him.

Liang Zaibing pretended not to see anything and went first to Sun Zai, who was watching them from the doorway.

"Teacher Sun, I'm done washing."

"Stand outside," Sun Zai impatiently flicked his cigarette ash and shouted inside, "The rest of you brats, hurry up! If you're not out in five minutes, you'll be getting extra training."

"You guys take so long to take a shower, I've spoiled you."

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Five minutes later, all the players stood in line on the slag heap in front of the tin house, except for Sheng Jingyu.

Sun Zai gripped the rubber baton and stretched his limbs, then looked at the bathroom door with a sinister gaze.

Two minutes later, Sheng Jingyu came out from inside.

For someone like him who lives a very extravagant and particular life, washing from head to toe with a bar of soap that has been used by countless people is simply a hellish ordeal.

It took me quite a while just to scold Liang Zaibing and overcome my inner resistance, because I washed my hair in such a hurry that there was still a small clump of foam on my temples that I hadn't rinsed off.

Just as Sheng Jingyu was about to join the queue, he was suddenly struck hard on the right shoulder with a rubber baton. The force was so strong that he thought his shoulder bone had been shattered into pieces.

Sun Zai gripped the rubber baton menacingly, ready to strike again at any moment. "I told you the time, didn't I?"

Sheng Jingyu stubbornly refused to bow his head, his eyes bloodshot with anger. "You think..."

"Reporting, teacher!"

"speak."

Liang Zaibing pointed to the edge of the playground, where a person in uniform was waving in their direction.

"Go train first."

Sun Li snorted coldly and pointed at Sheng Jingyu, "You, two extra hours of training."

On the way to the playground, Sheng Jingyu lowered his voice and said something harsh, "I don't need your fake kindness."

Liang Zaibing kept her eyes straight ahead the whole time. "You're being a bit presumptuous. I just don't want to waste any more time."

"you!"

Sheng Jingyu was furious for a long time, but didn't know how to refute it, so he could only say, "You just wait!"

The group lined up at the back of the formation and squatted down in a horse stance, just like the other students.

Not long after squatting down, Liu Ying's legs began to tremble.

Zhao Hui tried to help her up, but each of the passing teachers hit him with a stick.

Zhao Hui could still bear it, but Liu Ying cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The teacher kicked her arm without any mercy, saying, "Stop pretending. If you don't get up, I won't mind sending you to the infirmary."

Liu Ying struggled to get up a little, grabbing his trouser leg and begging for mercy.

"Ouch...it really hurts! I can't stand up anymore, teacher, please let me go..."

"So fucking hypocritical."

The teacher showed no mercy and was about to swing the stick again when Zhao Hui grabbed it halfway through.

"Who gave you permission to bully her?"

The teacher laughed, "Kid, there's a time and place for heroes to save the damsel in distress, right? Stepping in at a time like this will only make your fate worse."

Zhao Hui remained silent and threw a hook straight at his nose.

Seeing him resist, the students beside him showed no relief or joy; their cold eyes were as if they were looking at a corpse.

Disobeying the instructor's orders might save you half a life, but resisting with force escalates the situation, and you'll be badly injured even if you don't die.

They might even be sent to a dark room, which would truly be worse than death.

Zhao Hui's fist was intercepted before it could land.

Number 11 suddenly appeared, hovering in mid-air and tightly gripping his fist, crushing all his finger and wrist bones with a single squeeze.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Zhao Hui clutched his crushed right hand and collapsed to the ground, his screams echoing throughout the entire playground.

The teacher didn't even bother to look at him. "Number 11, send him to the solitary confinement room."

No matter how much Zhao Hui struggled, he was still dragged step by step by No. 11 towards the black building in the northwest corner of the academy.

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"Holy crap, when did this kid appear out of nowhere?"

"He's practically a ghost; it's not unusual for him to appear and disappear unpredictably."

"This hothead is doomed. The last player who went into the dark room didn't last half a day; he committed suicide."

"What an idiot, even in death he should have 'love-obsessed' carved on his grave as his epitaph."

"I haven't looked at this instance before. What's in the little dark room?"

Liang Zaibing watched intently, only to find that the comments had become much sparser, probably because they were being blocked due to spoilers, with only a few scattered comments being displayed.

"I'm numb from being censored. It's like the enhanced pro version of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, you get it?"

"Wow, I'm interested now. I love watching this kind of thing, like 'licking blood.jpg'."

"Damn it, you pervert, stay away from me."

Liang Zaibing didn't think the dark room only served to torture and punish players. Judging from the blocked comments, she speculated that the dark room might hold important clues related to survival.

However, the dangers and costs of solitary confinement are too great, and it is best not to try it lightly without clear clues.

If Zhao Hui comes back alive tomorrow, maybe we can try to find out what he has to say.

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A loud whistle rang out from the front of the formation: "Attention!"

Liang Zaibing breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to loosen his limbs.

Although he had practiced basic skills like horse stance since childhood, it wasn't done this way. Even an ironman couldn't endure squatting under the blazing sun for an hour.

They were eagerly waiting to go to the cafeteria for lunch when they suddenly heard the teacher's voice coming through the loudspeaker: "Return to your classrooms for evening classes!"

Liang Zaibing almost fainted and fell to the ground.

Is this really an academy or a concentration camp?

Damn it, I'm going to report you to the United Nations for violating the Geneva POW Treaty!