The sight of the bald man’s death was so grotesque that almost everyone ran to the side and vomited.
Only a few remained standing behind the smiling tiger.
The girl with short hair furrowed her brows and muttered to herself, “He didn’t scream or make a fuss when he went in, so why...”
Suddenly, she recalled something and looked up.
The school uniform!
When Xiao Huai asked about the uniform, the smiling tiger had mentioned, “This is school policy, after all.”
So, the reason the bald man died after stepping into the teaching building might be that he wasn’t wearing a school uniform.
It didn’t matter that they weren’t wearing uniforms outside, but once they entered the teaching building, wearing a uniform was mandatory.
In other words, the school rules had boundaries.
Some of the more astute individuals gradually came to this realization and frantically rushed to the wardrobe to grab skirts, not caring whether they were male or female.
There were plenty of uniforms in the wardrobe, so there was no need to worry about a shortage.
However, after one person had died, everyone was on edge and they were all scrambling, knocking over several girls in the process.
In the face of death, what gentlemanly decorum or etiquette mattered?
At that moment, with a loud “bang,” someone jumped from upstairs again.
The sound of flesh hitting the ground was chilling.
The players quickly put on their school uniforms and followed the smiling tiger.
On the fourth floor, Class 44, the smiling tiger led the players into the classroom and instructed everyone to find a seat. He then wrote a few words on the blackboard—He Lecheng.
“Classmates, welcome to Ivy League Girls’ School. I am your class advisor, He Lecheng. You are all excellent students transferred from No. 1 High School, and I believe you can lead the entire grade to improve and achieve the best results in this exam!”
After finishing, he placed his identification badge on the podium and sat quietly, observing the expressions of all the players.
Not a single person dared to speak, nor did they even dare to make eye contact with him.
He smiled slightly: “Since it’s your first time meeting, and we will all be classmates in the future, how about we spend the next half hour introducing ourselves and getting to know each other?”
“C-Can we talk during evening self-study instead?”
A player timidly asked, fearful of inadvertently violating school rules.
He Lecheng nodded, “Of course. I’ll start the timer for thirty minutes; make good use of your time, as you will have a test afterward.”
“A test? What kind of test?!”
The muscular man couldn’t contain himself and looked up at He Lecheng.
He Lecheng met his gaze: “Of course, it’s a proficiency test. Different levels of students require different teaching methods, don’t you think?”
His sudden counter-question left the muscular man momentarily speechless.
It had been over ten years since he graduated high school; what kind of exam was this? He was certain he would fail.
Given the smiling tiger’s ruthless demeanor, this test likely meant trouble.
In that moment, everyone began to ponder how the exam would be conducted instead of focusing on introductions.
He Lecheng suddenly spoke up, “Among you, some students are particularly exceptional and may have even memorized the question bank. Why not seek their help?”
His words landed like a depth charge in the sea, stirring up waves.
“Them?”
Everyone suddenly understood.
Some people here were different from the start.
For example, that person!
The muscular man glared sharply at Xiao Huai, “You! It’s you, isn’t it? You know something, don’t you?”
He rushed toward Xiao Huai, the dagger in his hand flickering in the moonlight.
Xiao Huai, seated at the back by the window, glanced at him casually, his lazy demeanor suggesting that even if the world were ending, it had nothing to do with him.
“From the very beginning, you asked the smiling tiger for a school uniform. How did you know you needed one? Do you know the school rules?”
Everyone turned their gaze to Xiao Huai; he was the prime suspect.
As the muscular man had said, how would Xiao Huai think to wear a uniform when entering?
Logically speaking, how could a man so easily wear women’s clothing?
Unless, he truly knew something.
The short-haired girl also looked at Xiao Huai, calmly observing him, trying to glean more information from his expression.
Xiao Huai leaned slightly forward, resting one hand on the desk with his palm against his chin.
In the moonlight, his dark red eyes gleamed like a blood moon, enchanting and ghostly.
With his thin lips slightly parted, he pointed at the corpse downstairs and spoke slowly, word by word.
"This is a girls' school. I like wearing women's clothing, especially pink skirts."
The only audience member in Xiao Huai's live stream couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.
Muscular man: "..."
Realizing he was being mocked, he angrily tightened his grip on Xiao Huai's wrist.
"You brat, are you trying to mess with me?"
Xiao Huai seemed unfazed by the pain, smiling faintly. "Instead of interrogating a cross-dresser here, why not ask the others if they have identity cards?"
"Identity card?" The muscular man's eyes shifted as he heard this new term.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Xiao Huai. We'll be classmates from now on; I hope we get along well."
He smiled, seemingly indifferent to the fact that the muscular man was still threatening him.
"Ning Gaoqiang." He extended his hand, realizing he shouldn't harm someone who was smiling, and he wanted to gather information, so he finally let go.
The short-haired girl walked over and extended her hand to Xiao Huai. "Hui Yulian, this is my second time participating in a dungeon. You're an experienced player, right?"
Xiao Huai didn't shake her hand but smiled. "I don't remember, but I guess I could be."
Hui Yulian’s expression didn’t change much as she silently withdrew her hand.
Their conversation was brief, just a simple introduction, but everyone around was watching them.
Some novice players were completely confused, staring wide-eyed at them, while a few curious players regarded them with a hint of intrigue.
Hui Yulian sighed, as if having made a decision, and began to speak.
"We are all chosen individuals, participating as players in the gods' game. This is the first layer of the dungeon, and it's just a survival mode. As long as we don’t violate the rules, we won’t die and can safely survive for seven days to successfully complete the mission."
She paused for a moment, glancing around, and indeed most of the people wore blank expressions.
Hui Yulian continued, "Only humans who pass all eighteen layers of the horror game can return to reality."
"Then, what is the standard for selection?"
Xiao Huai asked with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
His deep, melodious voice reached Hui Yulian’s ears, and she found herself making eye contact with him.
To be honest, Hui Yulian didn’t know the answer to that question, and when she was about to respond with silence, He Lecheng, who had been quietly watching them, unexpectedly spoke up.
"Naturally, it’s potential."
Xiao Huai looked toward He Lecheng, who revealed a rare glimpse of genuine emotion in his eyes.
There was even a hint of madness in it.
"Potential that can make our world a little less boring," he added.
"Heh." Xiao Huai averted his gaze, lazily leaning on the desk, squinting as if he were about to fall asleep again.
"Damn it, are we being treated like toys?" Ning Gaoqiang exclaimed indignantly after hearing this exchange.
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