Please draw your way of death

"Who are you fooling?" The voice of the little boy opposite was very cold, "Although the distance is a bit far, I can't see clearly, okay?"

Meng Qishu cast his eyes over, and across the entire corridor, he could no longer see clearly what was coming from the opposite side.

But if it's an NPC, it doesn't seem surprising that you can see it?

"Sorry, I'm talking about stones." Meng Qishu immediately withdrew his cold expression and put on an innocent and pure face.

"If you make a mistake again, it will be dealt with as a loser!" The little boy was obviously not easy to fool, and his tone was a bit fierce.

"Okay." Meng Qishu replied with a smile.

In the next few rounds, Meng Qishu won consecutively.

"My side is cloth, what is your side?"

"Stone." The lazy voice came across the corridor, making the little boy suddenly excited.

Finally, it wasn't him who stepped back!

"Are you done?" he called again.

"It's over."

So the two continued to fight.

After more than a dozen rounds, the two had lost and won respectively, but Meng Qishu's side hadn't reached the top yet.

The little boy was very puzzled, taking advantage of Meng Qishu's spare time to withdraw again, he asked him again: "Are you really withdrawn?"

The voice of Meng Qishu on the opposite side was very sincere: "Retired."

The little boy turned his head and looked at the little girl sitting by the window. The girl made a stinking face at him, but finally went down to Meng Qishu's side.

It just so happened that Meng Qishu lost the next round. He looked at the little girl who came over and said with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"He doesn't believe you, so let me come over and supervise you back." The little girl was expressionless, and then she saw Meng Qishu take a step back.

"Is that so?" Meng Qishu raised his right foot slightly, rubbed it back, and then heeled up with his left foot, standing in a position that had hardly changed from the previous position and asked her.

little girl:……

"Hey, have you retreated?" The voice of the little boy came over.

The little girl looked up at Meng Qishu's smiling eyes, and shouted back with a numb face: "Retire!"

All right, she's used to it.

"Can't he see what I'm doing? Why can't he see me retreating?" Meng Qishu continued punching and asked the little girl beside him.

"I can see it," the little girl replied firmly, "so he doesn't believe it."

This retreat is the same as not retreating, and fools can't be fooled like this.

Meng Qishu smiled and said nothing.

This method of retreat, no one can exhaust him, and the final result is naturally that the little boy admits defeat first.

"There are obviously not a few steps left on your side, why haven't you retreated to the top?" The little boy walked over sullenly, looking at Meng Qishu who was less than three steps away.

Meng Qishu tilted his head, and demonstrated to the little boy what he had just demonstrated to the little girl, in exchange for a resolute curse from the other party.

"Did you make a foul!" the little boy stared in shock.

"You only said to take a step back, but you didn't define how big this step is." Meng Qishu smiled and spread his hands at him, "Besides, the system didn't judge me to lose."

This is too much, but the little boy has nothing to say.

"Shame," the little girl turned her face away in distaste, "I made you admit defeat in advance, and you will still lose until the end."

"You've lost the game a long time ago, why are you so justified in accusing me?" The little boy couldn't understand.

"Who do you think took my little red flower?"

There was a rare few seconds of silence in the air.

"It's him?" The little boy pointed at Meng Qishu with one hand and stared at the little girl, not knowing what to say, "Why didn't you come earlier... No, how did I know..."

He shouldn't underestimate the enemy, if he is more cautious, he might win!

The little boy was scratching his head and regretting, but Meng Qishu calmly looked at the little girl, and smiled, stepped forward to rub her head: "Thank you for letting the water go."

The little girl's original game was not rock-paper-scissors, but looking for dolls. As for why she played this game with Meng Qishu, perhaps only she knew.

When Meng Qishu left with the little red flower handed in by the little boy, the little boy was still wondering: "Isn't your game of finding dolls a cheat? Why did you lose to him?"

It's super cool to move the doll's position with your mind!

"I didn't play this game with him." The little girl replied with a straight face.

"Then what are you playing?"

"rock-paper-scissors."

"..." The little boy was silent, and suddenly became furious for a while, "You don't play with your doll, what do you mean by playing with my rock-paper-scissors?"

The little girl covered her ears with her hands, and said indifferently, "Because your game is simple."

little boy:? ? ?

"Our dungeon is short of people. If he dies in the dungeon, if he is selected as an NPC, the first step is our dungeon." The little girl said quietly, "I don't want him to stay in our dungeon."

She can still tell the difference between being tortured for one copy and being tortured for n copies.

After Meng Qishu got the little red flower, he went directly downstairs to the activity room.

In terms of time, it's almost time for the event, he just needs to wait here.

But the activity class... what do you need to do?

Meng Qishu looked around the room, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he went straight to the cabinet door.

"I caught you." In the music classroom, Ning Mian finally grabbed a child by his collar and pulled him out from behind the piano, "You are the last one to be caught, the game is over."

[Congratulations to the player for completing the side mission. The little red flower and function cards have been issued, please check the player by yourself. 】

Ning Mian finally took the little red flower from the child, and directly chose to view the latest function card.

A strengthening card.

It's ok.

In a game, all the participants, that is, five children, must be captured to complete the side mission.

As expected of a dungeon, what a trap.

Ning Mian finally counted the little red flowers in her hand, her complexion looked a little better.

But fortunately, five little red flowers can be harvested in one game, which can be regarded as overfulfilling the task.

The next step is to find dungeon bugs and advance the end time!

Just when Ning Mian was about to go out, she saw a hurried figure rushing through the corridor and went straight to the first floor.

It seemed to be... the dean?

So when Ning Mian finally followed the principal to the first floor, he saw a group of children encircling the activity room.

"Meng Qishu! I asked you to take the children to do activities, what are you doing!" The dean's angry voice came to Ning Mianzhong's ears from a long distance away, and the imposing manner definitely made people stunned.

"Ahem!" Meng Qishu coughed violently from the activity room. After coughing for a while, he was finally able to say a complete sentence, "Isn't this an activity, a kneader?"

"Are you a dough maker?"

"The kneader can't knead the dough first?"

Ning Mian finally took a few steps closer, and couldn't help laughing when her gaze fell into the room.

I saw several tables pieced together into a large area in the center of the room. On the table was a backing board, and on the backing board was a piece of sparse and shapeless flour balls.

Besides that, the pad, the floor, someone, was all the whitish color of flour.

I don't know if Meng Qishu heard his laughter, but when the other party looked up, he happened to meet Ning Mianzhong's eyes, so Ning Mianzhong immediately turned his head to the side to pretend not to see him, holding back his laughter in secret with great difficulty.

Meng Qishu, whose hands are floury and in a mess, really doesn't fit his usual image.

Foolishly, the vigor of the people and ghosts before was all hidden under this layer of flour.

But Meng Qishu refused to let him go, and opened his mouth to call him: "Ning..."

"Meng Qishu! Today's activity class will be counted as the completion of the task for you. Can you go out for me now?" The dean was furious.

"I've kneaded half of this dough, it's almost done, why go out?" Meng Qishu was very unconvinced.

The dean almost pointed at the thing that was nothing and scolded him: "You almost got it?"

"If you don't believe me, you can watch me continue to operate!" Meng Qishu continued to stir up his mud with stubbornness in his eyes.

This thing... it's strange to be able to pinch it!

Who the hell is the kid?

Kids do better than this stuff!

The principal was cursing, the children were laughing and jokingly joining in the fun, and Ning Mian finally laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

The culprit, Meng Qishu, not only didn't feel that he did something wrong, he even thought about sending the kneaded dough man to the kitchen later, so that he could add another dish at noon.

In the end, Meng Qishu was still thrown out by the dean holding his collar. He held up two white-stained paws, and turned his head sullenly to look at Ning Mianzhong, who was leaning against the wall and laughing until he had a hard time.

But instead of comforting him, Ning Mian turned her back to Meng Qishu after receiving his gaze, and smiled even more happily.

"Ning Mianzhong, don't laugh, look back at me." Meng Qishu walked to Ning Miansheng in two steps, and said in a coaxing tone.

Ning Mian managed to stop laughing, but as soon as Bu turned around, Meng Qishu's two sticky paws patted his face.

Meng Qishu held Ning Mianzhong's face in both hands, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, his soft tone suddenly changed, and he slightly curled his lips and said quietly: "What are you laughing at, is it so funny?"

"It's very interesting." Ning Mian finally met Meng Qishu's eyes, and the smile in his eyes deepened a little. He raised a hand to rub the white flour on the side of Meng Qishu's face, "How do you knead the dough? Rub it on your face?"

"You want to take care of it?" Meng Qishu said fiercely.

He withdrew his two hands from Ning Mianzhong's face, rubbed them together, looked at the flour paste on Ning Mianzhong's face, and raised his chin: "There is something on your face, remember to wash it off."

"What are you going to do?" Ning Mian finally ignored the flour on her face, her eyes were all on Meng Qishu.

"Go to the fourth floor and clean it up, it's so dirty." Meng Qishu looked at the flour all over his body with distaste, "For you, just find a bathroom and wash it?"

"Well, it is."

So a few minutes later, from the corner of Meng Qishu's eyes, he glanced at Ning Mianzhong, who was standing side by side with him in front of the faucet on the fourth floor, washing his hands and face, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Really?"

"It's all the same." Ning Mian finally turned her head and smiled, with drops of water on her face, "I'm used to the fourth floor, but I'm not used to the others."

Ah!Excuse!