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Chapter 3: Ivy League Girls' School (3)

After Hui Yulian's explanation, everyone had a general understanding of the situation.


Players were divided into two categories. One category consisted of individuals like Ning Gaoqiang, who were forced to participate in the instance as a test from the gods.


The beginner instance for the first level typically wasn’t too difficult; it didn’t require much thought. As long as one didn’t act recklessly, they wouldn’t die.


Hui Yulian belonged to the second category. As an experienced player, she could choose her instance and level.


The so-called levels meant that players who had cleared the second level could choose either the first or second level instances to practice and accumulate popularity, thereby earning the favor of the gods.


If they were lucky, they might even obtain items, which was one of the reasons she had come to this instance.


Players at the second level couldn’t challenge instances at the fourth level, so they could only come to lower-level instances. The lower the level, the easier it was to survive.


However, with the loss of challenge, the chance of earning the gods’ favor also decreased.


“What about the identity cards? What are those?” Ning Gaoqiang asked.


“This is something I also don’t quite understand. How can there be identity cards in a first-level instance?”


Hui Yulian pondered, stroking her chin. “Players with identity cards will receive additional quests and new clues and buffs. If their quests conflict with those of most players, there’s no doubt that they are traitors.”


If a regular instance turned into a game of Werewolf, players would have to be cautious not only to survive but also to avoid being murdered, making it a dangerous situation.


So, it was best to identify players with identity cards and keep an eye on them, or even… eliminate them.


“Bang!”


Again, the sound of a student falling from a building echoed, and it seemed to grow louder after reaching the fourth floor.


The new players shivered in fear, clutching their heads and mumbling.


“I don’t want to participate in this game! I want to go home! I want to go home…”


Hui Yulian raised her voice: “The urgent matter is still to get to know each other according to the NPC’s instructions. Perhaps someone really knows the answers. Although they might not share, I still hope they’ll consider the group’s interests.”


As she said the last sentence, she intentionally glanced at Xiao Huai.


Just that one look was enough.


Some new players looked at Xiao Huai with mixed expressions.


On the other side, Xiao Huai was already asleep, breathing evenly.


The new players thought, “……Can someone actually sleep in this place?”


At that moment, a female player suggested, “Sister Hui, you mentioned that as long as we follow the rules of the instance, we can survive. Could the rules be the school rules? Maybe there’s a school rule handbook in the class; should we look for it?”


“Great idea! Great idea!” The female player’s suggestion was immediately endorsed by everyone.


Hui Yulian replied, “Indeed. There are still thirteen minutes left; let’s look for the school rules first.”


“Okay, okay!”


With an experienced player taking the lead, the others felt relieved, realizing that as long as they followed the school rules, they could safely survive for seven days.


Before long, someone found a booklet.


The cover had four big words: “Student Handbook.”


“I found it! I found it! Everyone, come and take a look!”


They were so excited that they couldn’t contain their joy.


The student handbook contained ten written school rules.


1. No loud talking or running in the hallways.



2. Please wear school uniforms when entering the teaching building.



3. After evening study sessions, please return to the dormitory promptly for rest.



4. No entry to the third-floor restroom of the west teaching building after 10 PM.



5. Students must strive for progress; every exam is important.



6. You may freely visit other classes.



7. When under too much pressure, you may take some measures to relieve it.



8. During break times, please do not enter the teachers’ office; if you have academic questions, please raise them during class.



9. Students transferring from the first high school are closely monitored by the school; please strive for good grades.



10. Homework must be completed.




“There really are school rules! Look at the first and second ones—these have been verified, so they must be real.”


Everyone quickly took out paper and pens to copy down the rules, silently reciting them.


They completely forgot that they had a level assessment exam coming up.


Among those present, aside from the young ones, who would still review for the college entrance exam? Most of the older players had given up entirely.


When the time was up, He Lecheng began distributing the exam papers. Once everyone received their papers, they started writing furiously.


Except for Xiao Huai, who was still asleep.


The exam paper had a total of eight pages and only included three subjects: Chinese, Mathematics, and Biology.


Some students who excelled in English nearly broke down when they saw there wasn’t a single English question, forcing them to start with the Chinese essay.


After all, writing an essay might still earn them some points, while many gave up on memorizing poetry lines.


For most of them, the only poem they could still recall was “Quiet Night Thoughts.”


Mathematics was even more torturous, with every problem at the difficulty level of the final question in the college entrance exam.


Players who used to perform well in the college entrance exams were nearing their breaking point.


They glanced at Xiao Huai, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly felt that he had made quite a good choice.


The exam lasted three hours, and when the time was up, He Lecheng personally collected the papers. All players, except for Xiao Huai, managed to at least finish the multiple-choice questions.


As He Lecheng approached Xiao Huai's desk to collect his paper, Xiao Huai woke up, still dazed, and picked up his pen to write his name.


In the end, he wrote down a "C" next to the first multiple-choice question in Chinese, marking it as his answer for the exam.


He Lecheng glanced at Xiao Huai's answer sheet after arriving at his desk and frowned slightly. He gently tapped on the desk, as if to say: “Focus on answering the questions properly.”


Xiao Huai rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stretched, seemingly unfazed by the exam.


“Hey, bro, are you really this relaxed? Don’t you worry about getting a bad score and being…” A male classmate sitting in front of him made a throat-slitting gesture.


Xiao Huai shot him a glance. “Of course I’m worried. I’m definitely worried.”


But there was no hint of fear in his expression; instead, he seemed to be teasing.


The male classmate was left speechless: “So, are you worried or not?!”


“My level is just that low; there’s nothing I can do about it.”


He waved his hand dismissively, slightly furrowing his brow, as if he felt quite helpless.


Before long, He Lecheng finished collecting the papers and was organizing things at the podium when Xiao Huai suddenly raised his hand.


“Teacher He, I have an academic question I’d like to ask.”


He Lecheng raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You? You have a question?”


A bewildering triple take.


The “bad student” Xiao Huai paid no mind to He Lecheng's tone, pulling out paper and pen and adopting a rather studious demeanor. “Yes, Teacher, is that okay?”


When Xiao Huai said the three words “is that okay?” with a hint of pleading, everyone couldn’t help but glance over, and combined with his face, the impact was simply too strong.


He Lecheng’s initial disdain softened slightly, as if he began to believe in Xiao Huai’s desire to improve.


“Fine, come over here. Let me see.”






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