Class 44 was silent, as if time had stopped at that moment, with only the sound of breathing and the ticking of the clock breaking the stillness.
The scene of the dormitory manager eating someone was still fresh in their minds.
So this was how the bodies that disappeared in the dormitory were dealt with.
Recalling that image made many players want to vomit.
At first, they didn’t know what the dormitory manager intended to do, but once they realized, the door had been locked, preventing them from escaping.
Even with their eyes tightly shut, the sounds that reached their ears were enough to drive them to the brink of collapse.
The players' faces drained of color, while the school cafeteria continued to serve meat and vegetables as usual.
Now, more and more players were going on hunger strikes; many novice players hadn’t eaten for two consecutive meals.
The combined physiological and psychological harm was overwhelming.
Only Xiao Huai seemed unfazed, eating and sleeping as usual. Upon returning to class, he just slumped over his desk to sleep again.
He Lecheng, just like the day before, entered the classroom with a brilliant smile and repeated the same lines.
“Good morning, everyone! Today is another beautiful day, so let’s start with an analysis of the test papers. Please come up to collect your exam papers when your name is called.”
“Hmm, not bad, you’ve improved by three points since last time. Keep it up.”
“You’ve improved by ten points! Great! Let’s aim for an even better score next time!”
He Lecheng's encouraging words seemed to have a magical effect, comforting the players who had previously been frightened, making them nod gratefully.
“Thank you, Teacher! I will work hard to improve.”
They all responded this way to He Lecheng, who returned their gratitude with a gentle smile.
However, when the student who had scored 62 points previously stepped up, his smile changed.
He Lecheng’s expression darkened slightly, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. “Oh dear, 58 points. That’s a drop of 4 points. You’re not trying hard enough, are you?”
The player’s face changed immediately, and he began to tremble, feeling the air around him grow cold. His voice quivered.
“Teacher… no, give me another chance! I’ll definitely improve next time.”
His starting point had been too high—62 points on such a difficult exam; raising his score by even one point was a challenge.
He Lecheng’s smile gradually turned manic as he moved closer to the trembling student.
Ignoring what the student said, he coldly remarked, “The consequence of not trying hard enough is a violation of school rules.”
In that instant, he raised his hand slightly, and a beam of light transformed into an invisible blade.
It struck the student’s head, severing it from his body.
“Rip!”
Blood sprayed everywhere, a bright red rain splattering, leaving the floor covered in blood.
“Ahhh!” A student in the front row was splashed with blood and screamed in shock.
He Lecheng paid no attention to the reactions of the front-row students; he dragged the headless corpse to the side of the podium and tossed it to the ground like a piece of trash.
The pale face was covered in sticky blood, and the scent of death filled the air. He continued to wear that manic smile.
“Next! An improvement of three points. Very good, keep it up!”
He called the next student to the front to collect their exam paper as if nothing had happened, but all the players who stepped up next couldn’t stop their legs from going weak.
What he said was no different from a death sentence.
So from the beginning, the lower the score, the better it was.
Because the larger the room for improvement, the more likely they would survive until the seventh day.
At this point, their gazes shifted to Xiao Huai, the last in the class.
Could it be that he knew this rule from the very start?
Xiao Huai propped his chin on his hand, calmly watching He Lecheng. Noticing the other players’ gazes, he raised an eyebrow and wrote a few large characters in his notebook.
“Too lazy to write.”
The players: …
Xiao Huai wasn’t really too lazy to write; he had noticed certain details later on and realized that to clear the game, he needed to test the rules.
Therefore, he planned to use low-scoring papers to experiment.
If someone else was scolded by He Lecheng, they might feel a bit upset inside.
But Xiao Huai sensed there was something fishy going on.
The greater his room for improvement, the bigger his advantage.
With such a significant advantage, it was no wonder He Lecheng seemed displeased with him.
As usual, Xiao Huai ranked last, improving by six points from last time.
He Lecheng remarked, “You’re last again? Since you’ve made some progress, I won’t give you double homework.”
After the grading session, a total of five players had died in class, in addition to Hui Yulian, who died in the morning.
They were left with only 24 players.
As a first-level dungeon, it was only the third day, and the death rate was already so high…
The horror game seemed to be a human garbage collection plan.
The itinerary for this day wasn’t much different from the previous one, but most of the novice players were beginning to crack.
They started screaming, crying, and collapsing.
They attempted to seek answers in the divine livestreams, but unfortunately, no gods were willing to pay attention to their streams.
Xiao Huai’s livestream, on the other hand, was gaining more and more viewers.
It seemed this was the effect of the system’s promotion.
Ordinary players didn’t have the opportunity to qualify for the traffic pool.
Xiao Huai didn’t pay attention to the livestream; to him, those gods were just perverts who enjoyed peering into the ugly sides of human nature.
Instead of focusing on the livestream, he was more interested in his current hidden mission.
[Hidden Mission: Please fulfill Miss Hanako’s wish and find her mother. Time remaining: Two days.]
[Failure penalty: Death.]
Hanako’s diary told the story of her week.
First of all, this was a dungeon about school bullying.
And Hanako was the victim in this scenario.
Her mother was an overly optimistic person, or one might say, too much of a good person.
At 1 AM today, Xiao Huai went to the West Teaching Building to look for Hanako, but at that time, he couldn’t find her.
Hanako was a game NPC; she wouldn’t disappear at random unless her appearance was tied to a specific time slot.
Could it be that the timing was wrong in the early morning?
Xiao Huai frowned, lost in thought.
No, it was related to the day of the week.
Today was Friday, and her diary mentioned—her mother had disappeared, and she had to find her.
Ghosts and players.
Hide-and-seek.
Hanako had already died on Thursday.
It wasn’t her mother who had disappeared; it was she who had died.
How could a dead person look for someone?
Xiao Huai rested one hand on his cheek, his gaze casually falling on He Lecheng.
It was as if he had thought of something, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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