dramatic death

At 19:00 in the evening, Cheng Mingque turned on the lights in the event room.

A group of young friends who were standing outside the classroom and yawning filed in and found their own chair with ease.Dong Tiantian deliberately went around half of the table and "passed" behind Yintong, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper and threw it into his mouth, while Yintong was still busy biting his ear with An Qi, he gave it to An Qi He stuffed a piece.

The extremely strong bitterness exploded in his mouth in an instant, and Yin Tong looked up at the perpetrator behind him, and his whole body fell into a stage of bewilderment.He blinked, the expression on his face was still a bit dazed, he was as dull as a child who had been scolded, and there was an air of "why did you bully me" in his whole body.

"What are you looking at?" Under the incandescent lamp, Dong's face was sullen, his eyes were squinting and he said condescendingly, "The girl in the next class used the pure dark chocolate for weight loss. You won't get fat if you eat it. You don't even look at your own face." What's Bai Cheng's status, he's still ashamed to look at me, and he's not afraid to scare me out of a mental illness."

Wow, pretty fierce?

Yin Tong blinked, looked at Dong Tiantian who was looking directly at him with his nostrils, and silently recalled the few words Teacher Wen said in the corridor.

He remembered Wen Qiu's description at the time was very gentle, he said: "On the surface, Dong Tiantian was noisy with you, but in fact he was as loyal as Cheng Mingque in secret", now it seems that the so-called It is estimated that the "loyal dog" has passed through a lot of filters, and the so-called "noisy and noisy" has also been beautified a lot.

His memory of Dong Tiantian still stays as the little girl in the coffee shop back then, his mind is full of the shy appearance of the other party when he was wearing a skirt. "Draw an equal sign.

However, Dong Tiantian three years ago was indeed quite different from the future. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy Dong was at the peak of his rebellion.

If it weren't for the blood bar on the panel rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yin Tong might think that this person has some deep hatred for him.

Dong Tiantian didn't understand these twists and turns in Yintong's heart, and after feeding the chocolate, he deliberately skipped the empty seat in the middle and sat on the next chair.He sat at the diagonally opposite corner of Yintong, impatiently playing with the rotating photo frame on the table. Inside the photo frame was a handwritten note marked with a black marker - "17".

Yin Tong looked around.

Counting from his left, Anqi's "6", Cheng Mingque's "15", Sister Hua's "18" and "14", Miyoshi student's "2", Rebellious Boy's "19", Wen Qiu's "5" , Dong Tiantian "17", and the gloomy girl "12" sitting on Yin Tong's right hand.

"0" was written in front of him.

These numbers appear irregularly, they are as messy as graffiti drawn by someone, and they are mercilessly locked into the glass photo frame on the table.

There is no prompt, and there is no relevant introduction in the book called "props" by the system. Yin Tong glanced back and forth on the system interface floating in mid-air twice, except for the progress bar of the dungeon that finally rose to 10%. Harvest any useful news.He carefully searched the information related to this series of numbers in his mind, trying to find clues from his accumulated memory, but his efforts were in vain, but An Qi's pitiful appearance kept refreshing the frequency of occurrence.

"What do you see in my face?"

He supported his head and sighed, and finally turned his head to look at An Qi who had been sending sight signals to him.Three years ago, little friend An was obviously more careless than in the future. He trembled at a frequency that was almost visible to the naked eye, and then looked away in a panic, his ears flushed instantly with embarrassment.

He looked straight at the center of the table, and his voice was as soft as a raving: "You don't seem very happy."

Yin Tong replied: "I have never been very happy."

An Qi asked, "Why?"

"There are a lot of unlucky things recently," Yin Tong responded casually, unnaturally bypassing the topic, then deliberately grabbed An Qi's shoulder, and raised his chin in the field, "Why are there so many here? "

What he said was not groundless. A chair by the conference table corresponded to a revolving photo frame with post-it notes. Yin Tong took a cursory glance and found that there were at least three people who were not present.

If Tong Shuyao, who has always acted like an insider, counts as one absentee, then what about the remaining two?And where did it come from?

Yintong squinted his eyes, trying to engrave in memory the expressions of everyone present when they heard this sentence.He tried to spy out useful clues from the subtle facial movements of the other party, so as to determine what the dungeon was going to play as soon as possible.

With reference to the levels set up in the novice teaching, the pure word game of sitting around the table and chatting about homework is obviously not the mainstream game mode of Hakoniwa Online. Those mysterious GMs hiding behind the scenes are more inclined to watch them get unlucky and run dizzy in the corridor Dazzled or yelled in fright by the sudden appearance of non-human beings.

Pure reasoning is boring and boring, which not only affects the experience of the game, but also is very unfriendly to the player's brain cells.

So the main line dungeon has opened up such a long foreshadowing, which must imply something. In this activity room, there must be something that Yintong didn't notice.

Such as NPCs.

He looked around to make sure that all the club members present had heard the "whispered words" he had just asked An Qi, including Wen Qiu, who had long been aware of the little calculations in his mind.

Mr. Wen was adhering to the mentality of "I'm not a player anyway" and sat on the seat with a smile, with a leisurely expression of "everyone is drunk and I am alone".He withstood Yintong's dozens of bombing sight attacks, and the whole person lingered outside the role setting of the NPC, until An Qi also followed Yintong's sight, and then raised his lips and smiled lightly Pointing to Jiang Shan: "Don't look at me, Han Zhaoyuan should be with Su Xiao, Xu Guangbo knows this matter better, you should ask him."

Xu Guangbo, the "three-good student" who was called out, was forced to join the conversation.He flipped through the pages of the thick book in his hands, and sneered without raising his head. His hoarse voice seemed to contain three catties of gunpowder, and his tone sounded extremely nasty.

"You should ask Yang Xu about this. This kid was clamoring for a fight with Han Zhaoyuan two days ago, but he fell asleep and didn't hit a fist. He ran with his tail between his legs like a grandson. It stands to reason that he knows better than me. Where is Han Zhaoyuan, after all, Crazy Han misses his skin and tender flesh, he must run more diligently, otherwise he will be torn apart accidentally."

"What do you mean? Who the hell is tail clipping?" The rebellious boy—Yang Xu instantly slapped the table and got up, threw off the stool and grabbed Xu Guangbo by the collar.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his face was fierce, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, as if he was going to swallow someone alive any second.

"If your brain is not good enough, grandpa will give you a ladle for free. If your mouth is not good enough, go to the school hospital to sew it up, and do what you should do. If you have nothing to do, listen to the wind, it will rain, and you will fill up the bloody plot with your own brain."

"What plot am I imagining? Didn't you prostitute someone first?" Xu Guangbo pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smirk, "I'm afraid Young Master Yang has a bad memory. When you were loyal to Su Xiaobiao that night, we were all in the corridor." Listen here."

"Who did I prostitute me?" Yang Xu cut off Xu Guangbo's words, his voice getting louder and louder, "Han Zhaoyuan, that scumbag, picked up on Ke Xinyan and then on Su Xiao, and now he's still eyeing a psychopath and wants to fuck me, I'll let him What's wrong with Su Xiao staying away from him? If I didn't look at the old man's face, I could beat him into the concrete wall!"

"Wait?!" One of the sisters across the table suddenly turned around, "Why are you two arguing about my sister? My sister has nothing to do with Han Zhaoyuan, can you stop talking nonsense?!"

"Your sister has nothing to do with Han Zhaoyuan?" Xu Guangbo twitched his lips, and his hoarse voice contained a tinge of yin and yang, "Ke Xinyu, are you afraid that you overslept in a dream? Your sweet and coquettish sister You were in love with someone a few hours ago, what do you know?"

Ke Xin stood up bluntly, her face flushed red, and she shouted "Xu Guangbo, spread the word again!" while reaching out to try to kill the perpetrator directly in Yang Xu's hands.

She kicked over the chair, the light blue dress swayed back and forth like waves, her soft body was like a thin snake, squeezing Yang Xu away and trying to kill her.Xu Guangbo perfectly practiced the true meaning of the saying that a man can bend and stretch. As soon as he regained control of the collar, he got under the table with a wheel.

On the other hand, Ke Xinyan, who had been nominated several times, kept tugging at her sister's sleeves, muttering: "Stop it soon", lowering her brows and holding her chest, wishing she could run away on the spot.

Yin Tong glanced at Mr. Wen who had set off this "reign of terror", his eyes flicked past the old god's smile on the other side, and he felt a little dazed.

He has personally witnessed the so-called "one sentence blowing up the activity room" magical operation, and at this moment he has an unprecedented overestimation of the lethality of cultural people. In his eyes, Wen Qiu is no longer just a people's teacher, he is simply a people's killer , or the kind after washing hands in the Vajra Basin.

However, the name "Han Zhaoyuan" is a bit familiar, he seems to have heard it somewhere.

Human beings' sense of déjà vu is always inexplicable and unfounded. If you get to the bottom of it, you may even pull out a lot of twists and turns hidden in your memory.While screening the names of people he heard recently, Yintong felt that his brain capacity might need to be expanded by a few T.He racked his brains to think about the source of those familiar feelings, but he hadn't had time to figure it out.The little friend next to him couldn't sit down anymore.

Dong Tiantian squinted his eyes and leaned back on the chair expressionlessly, squinting at Yang Xu who was bending over and crawling under the table.The hem of the boy's clothes drew a sharp silhouette in his pupils, which made him stand up angrily, grabbed the revolving photo frame on the table and threw it at it.

No one noticed when he raised his hand.

The photo frame brushed against Yang Xu's forehead and slammed directly on the door of the activity room. The sound of shattering glass exploded in the noisy room, as if the remaining oxygen was sucked away in an instant.

Everyone held their breath, even Xu Guangbo, who was hiding under the table, held his breath and his limbs became stiff.In the quiet atmosphere, Dong Tiantian stretched out his long legs and put them on the table with two "booms", he said: "It's noisy, keep making noise, one or two movements are not small? Are you still planning to make a big noise?" Arguing all over the school to go abroad, hand in hand and then go out on the way?"

No one dared to refute, even Yang Xu, who was so talented just now, looked away uncomfortably.He clenched his back molars and pulled over the chair, ignoring the bruises on his head, and sat silent for a while amidst the ear-piercing rubbing sound, pursing his lips, and sat back lightly. seat.

Ke Xinyu stopped talking, and Xu Guangbo also got out from under the table.The provocative person who runs the train with his mouth full—Student Xu was panting heavily while straightening his crumpled shirt, and before he could sneer, he was interrupted by three soft knocks on the door.

The door of the activity room was pushed open, and the little girl who knocked on the door showed her head, and showed a sweet smile to meet everyone's eyes.

"Sorry, I'm late," she said.