third chapter

After revising the list, the old witch closed the wrinkled little book and threw it to Wen Jianyan:

"Okay, send it, but you have to make a copy for me to keep."

The young man hurriedly caught the roster, supported the slightly slanted glasses legs, and replied crampedly:

"Ma, please excuse me."

"Teacher intern... hum."

The old witch narrowed her eyes, her dark eyes reflected a gloomy light behind the greasy lenses, and she ordered arrogantly:

"It's about time to count the number of people. Just in time, come over after you send the roster. I'm very short of staff here."

"Damn, every time a bunch of shit comes to me, a bunch of shameless things..."

The woman spat and cursed uncleanly, as she turned and walked out, her tall and bloated back disappeared outside the door.

"Bang!"

The door to the duty room was slammed rudely.

Across the door, Wen Jianyan heard the strange singing sound again, accompanied by the woman's heavy footsteps, the humming gradually faded away, and was finally engulfed by the dark shadow.

It was only a few tens of seconds, but it was as long as a century.

Finally, there was only a dead silence in the ears.

"..."

Almost immediately, the green and shy smile on the young man's face disappeared quickly, like thin snow under the strong sunlight.

The barrage was also silent for a few seconds.

"...?"

"The anchor's expression always seems to be planning something..."

"Speaking of which, he felt very familiar with the process from the very beginning. Could it be the trumpet of a big boss? After all, the anchor can use the points to change the shell."

"And if I remember correctly, this anchor was drawn to the initial survival time of Hell difficulty in the first level. How can ordinary people have such bad luck? It must be a limitation imposed by the system?"

"Yes, yes, I feel the same, the possibility of being a trumpet is very high."

"However, I have followed the vast majority of S-rank anchors and big guilds, but this live broadcast style... feels a little out of place?"

At this moment, the anchor who had been motionless just now suddenly stood up.

"!"

Viewers who watched the live broadcast seemed to be taken aback.

They subconsciously held their breath and stared at the young man on the screen, half surprised and half excitedly looking forward to his next move——

"vomit"

Wen Jianyan rushed to the desk with a single stride, leaned over the trash can and started retching.

The slender fingers pressed firmly against the edge of the desk, and the knuckles turned pale due to the force. Combined with the retching sound that rang through the room, it didn't look like a fake.

"..."

"..."

The barrage fell into a dead silence.

After a few seconds, rows of "?" appeared slowly.

"...wtf?"

"...The anchor just "showed" such an inscrutable expression, and finally let me watch this?"

"So the anchor is really a newcomer, otherwise how could the reaction be so big..."

"Perhaps acting...? I'm not sure..."

Half a minute later, Wen Jianyan stood up with a pale face leaning on the table.

I don't know if it was because he hadn't eaten for too long, but he didn't spit out anything this time.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with a look of collapse, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and a layer of physiological "sex" mist was covered under his long eyelashes.

Oh shit……

Just really...

Terrifying!

The clothes on Wen Jianyan's back were tightly adhered to his skin by sweat, and his palms were also wet with sweat. The cold wind made him shiver.

Ahhhhhh what the hell is this place?

That terrifying smiley face just now is in the back of my head! behind the head! So close! So close! I'm freaking out to you! !

Wen Jianyan's expression twisted slightly.

Fortunately, the NPC who came in later looked at least like a person, otherwise he suspected that he would die on the spot.

And, more importantly...

Although Wen Jianyan didn't know how long she had left to live! But it is clear that it is estimated that it is very limited now - I am afraid it will be over in a few seconds!

The 2 billion he just got has not had time to spend! He hasn't had time to enjoy the good life!

He didn't get sunk by a criminal group, but because he was pulled into the horror live broadcast software, he died inexplicably...

Don't do this kind of thing!

Wen Jianyan is very desperate now.

Just when he was panicking, suddenly, there was a "ding" sound in his ear, and then the mechanical sound of the system sounded:

[Congratulations to the anchor for unlocking the new way to earn points! 】

[Plot offset: 31% Reward points: 10000

As the offset increases, the reward points will also increase significantly.

Note: The degree of modification of the plot increases, and the copy will undergo uncontrollable changes!

Please make persistent efforts to unlock the new plot of the dungeon! 】

[Rewards for live broadcast tasks are being calculated for you...

Dungeon Exploration: 20% Reward Points: 2000 】

[Oops, the system detects that the remaining time of the host's survival is about to be less than one minute, and your live broadcast room is about to close! For your loyal fans in the live broadcast room, do you exchange all the points in your account for the survival time? 】

! ! !

Just waiting for your words!

Wen Jianyan almost cried with joy:

"Cash!"

【Ding! Your points have been redeemed, please open your ID card to check! 】

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then, he took out the identity card from his pocket, and saw that the handwriting on it had changed since when.

【Identify card】

Name: Cheng Wei (Changed: Xiao Wen)

Age: 16 (Changed: ???)

Occupation: Student of the first grade of Decai Middle School (changed: Intern teacher of the first grade of Decai Middle School)

Related Story: Not yet unlocked (Changed: ???)

All the text behind "Changed" showed a dim light gray "color" that was looming, almost hard to see in low light, as if it would disappear on the card in the next second.

Wen Jianyan looked at it thoughtfully for a few seconds, then turned the card over to the back.

Above is the blood-red "color" countdown.

The survival time increased from a shocking single digit to one hundred and twenty minutes.

Although it was only two hours, he could at least live to the first points settlement point.

Wen Jianyan let out a slow sigh of relief.

He stared at the remaining survival time displayed on the card and fell into deep thought.

It seems that points and survival time are exchanged at a ratio of one hundred to one.

The rewards given by the exploration dungeons are really too few, even if you reach 100%, there are only 10,000 points.

Of course, more live broadcast missions may be updated in the future, but whether he can live to that time remains to be seen.

Wen Jianyan "touched" his chin.

And the plot shift...

Although the points given are really many, he didn't forget the prompt from the system just now, the follow-up risk of this method is too great.

Then, in the end, there is only one way to earn points——

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and looked for it, then tapped in the void to release the live broadcast interface again.

The barrage suddenly came alive.

"!!!"

"Oh oh oh! The anchor has opened the barrage!"

"At this time, I remembered that the barrage opened, what? Finally found that the points are not enough to survive?"

Wen Jianyan passed through those barrages that were either excited or malicious, yin and yang, or gloating, and his eyes fell lightly on the upper right corner of the screen.

【Online audience: 364】

Although the single digits fluctuated constantly, the changes were generally not large.

"Hello everyone."

The young man lowered his head slightly, and the half-blind light fell on his pale complexion, making his contours more profound and his face clear and handsome.

He raised a smile.

I don't know if it's because of my profession, but Wen Jianyan's lips are very beautiful, the lower lip is soft and plump, but the corners of the lips are narrow and sharp. When they bend upward, they can be easily manipulated and exposed. Emotions of all kinds, whether intimidating or expressing friendliness, are readily available at your fingertips.

"The previous situation was too urgent, and I didn't have time to say hello to everyone. I'm sorry."

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her light amber eyes were clear and sincere without the slightest haze in them. Although her voice was slightly hoarse due to the retching just now, there was no apology in her voice. Half a bit of moisture.

"..."

The barrage was silent for a moment.

Indeed, the situation just now was so urgent that the anchor had no choice but to block the barrage.

He didn't mean it either!

Looking at the host's sincere and handsome face, some viewers couldn't help but start to reflect on themselves, whether they were too harsh on this novice host before.

As a result, more friendly barrages appeared.

"It's okay, it's understandable."

"It's amazing that a new anchor can play like this for the first time."

Some people even threw some small gifts into the live broadcast room as comfort.

Watching the increase in points displayed on his backstage balance, Wen Jian rolled his eyes without a trace.

Next, he randomly picked a few questions from the barrage to answer.

"Does it feel? It's hard to describe, of course there is a little bit of fear, but you are there."

"Of course I hope to get out alive."

"Hahaha, I'm single."

In the end, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on one of the barrages, as if he subconsciously read out the content:

"Is it really the first time the anchor is playing? It's really not someone's trumpet—"

He stopped abruptly.

The young man smiled at the screen, and said with a calm attitude: "Ah, I'm sorry, I stopped for too long, it's time to continue."

After speaking, before the barrage could react, Wen Jianyan simply blocked the live broadcast room again.

"???"

"!!!???"

"Wait! I seem to notice something!"

"Anyone going to see several major guild B-rank and above anchors who didn't broadcast live today!"

"The retching just now was definitely acting! Absolutely!"

The barrage swiped frantically, countless speculations emerged, and the number of people watching the live broadcast also soared. In the next few minutes, it rose from more than 300 to nearly 800, and it was still increasing.

Although Wen Jianyan blocked the barrage, he did not turn off the light screen.

He squinted his eyes, and a fleeting smile flashed across his lips as he listened to the sound effect of the live gift.

people.

They are all voyeuristic.

However, both the number of people online and the reward points are still too few. Raise them first, and then slaughter them when they are fattened.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the corner of the light screen, and she couldn't help but pause.

There squatted a miniature version of the flower pot icon.

It was the apple seedling that had no fart that the system sent.

However, don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt... the soil layer on the flower pot seemed to bulge a little.

Wen Jianyan stared at it for a while, then frowned.

The icon is too small, maybe it's a misunderstanding.

He shook his head and turned off the light screen completely.

Wen Jianyan stood up, although her legs were still a little weak, they were much better than before.

Before turning to leave, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the mirror.

Although the matter has passed, he still has some lingering fears when he thinks of what happened just now.

In the half-broken mirror, the bluish-white smiling grimace had disappeared, and only the wardrobe was still half-open.

……Wardrobe?

Wen Jianyan "exposed" a thoughtful look.

Speaking of which, the roster of this year's students was also dug out from here, so... will there be some important clues here?

Heart is worse than action.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and leaned over to look for something in the messy wardrobe.

Because his life was at stake just now, and he didn't have a strong purpose "sex", he just did some rough research, and now he finally had the opportunity to dig through the entire wardrobe in detail.

"Click."

A slight crunch sounded.

A small hidden drawer pops open from the bottom of the wardrobe.

really.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips, preventing her excitement from being revealed, and lowered her head to examine the odds and ends in the drawer.

The drawers were dusty and piled with useless clutter, old yellowed photos, a few crumpled pieces of change, a red comb with half-cut teeth, scraps of paper, rags, and small pieces of glass. Stuff, nothing special.

except...

Wen Jianyan's eyes were deflected, and her eyes stopped for a moment in a corner of the drawer.

There lay a small bag wrapped in red cloth.

In the gray background, the blood-red little cloth bag appeared too bright, almost to the point of dazzling, like a wound gurgling with blood.

He paused, then carefully reached out and picked up the small cloth bag.

The cloth bag is not big, only the size of the thumb nail, and the hole is tightly wrapped with thin black threads, exuding a strange and ominous feeling inexplicably.

Wen Jianyan untied the cloth bag.

The blood-red "color" fabric spread out silently, "exposing" a small section of jet-black light, tied with a red rope, and...

a molar.

The pale teeth are very dazzling against the "color" of the red cloth, and it looks very strange.

Wen Jianyan felt that the air around her seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant.

At this moment, a crisp "ding dong" sound came from the ear: "Congratulations to the anchor for obtaining the hidden item in the copy (difficult)!"

【Collection degree 1/3】

Wen Jianyan asked in his mind, "Is there any reward for finding hidden items?"

For example, the points that can be exchanged for survival time!

He held his breath in anticipation.

The unwavering female voice of the system replied: "More rewards are waiting to be unlocked."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

alright.

It looks like there are no points.

Forget it, something is better than nothing.

He sighed, wrapped the red cloth again and put it in his pocket, and reset the drawer.

In places where the anchor can't see, the barrage has been chatting hotly:

"If I'm correct in this novice dungeon, among the three hidden items, one is easy, one is difficult, and one is epic?"

"Grass, other anchors broke into the duty room desperately, and the props that can only be obtained by abolishing the old nose... Is it so easy to get it?"

"Good guy, the first hidden item for a newcomer is difficult. This anchor is not ordinary."

"The one in front just came in, right? The anchor knows that he is not a newcomer at first glance, but he just doesn't know which big guy's trumpet is."

Wen Jianyan left the duty room and walked towards the gate of the dormitory.

He took a deep breath, then carefully pushed the door open a crack with his fingertips, peeking out.

The sky was dark, and a thick shadow shrouded the campus in front of him.

As he expected, the school covers a very small area, and the teaching building not far away is only four stories high. Large artificial lake.

The lights in the school building were all black.

Just when Wen Jianyan was about to take his eyes back, he suddenly discovered—

In front of a window on the fourth floor, a shadow stood silently.

In the darkness, a thicker shadow outlines the outline of a human figure.

The shadow stood still in front of the window, silent and motionless.

I don't know why, but Wen Jianyan just felt that it was watching him.

He suddenly felt a cold chill cling to the back of his neck, causing goose bumps instantly.

Very infiltrating...

At this moment, the shadow raised his hand and gently pressed his hand on the window. A pale and blurry face emerged from the darkness, and slowly and firmly stuck to the window——

"Boom!"

The next second, a clear knock on the door suddenly sounded without warning, and it almost exploded in front of Wen Jianyan.

I am grass ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Wen Jianyan's scalp went numb in an instant, and the cold hair stood on end.

I saw that the door in front of me was vigorously pushed open and opened under the darkness of the night.

The old witch's tall and bloated figure appeared in the night, and while wiping her hands on her greasy skirt, she looked at Wen Jianyan in surprise: "Intern, have you sent the list? "

Wen Jianyan's heart was beating wildly, but her face had already put on a smile:

"Yes, it is."

"So fast?"

"Because you don't need help..." The young man shyly "touched" and "touched" the back of his head: "So I came back as quickly as possible."

The old witch looked Wen Jianyan up and down for a few seconds, and finally squeezed out a cold snort from her nostrils:

"Pretty clever."

She walked forward past Wen Jianyan: "keep up."

The door of the dormitory closed behind the old witch.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously looked in the direction just now - the window on the fourth floor of the teaching building was empty and there was nothing.

He swallowed.

I don't think so...but thank goodness it's this npc.

At least human-like.

Wen Jianyan recited the words "human like human like" over and over in her mind several times before finally summoning up her courage, turned around, and quickly followed the back of the old witch.

The old witch stood at the head of the stairs and looked up.

The narrow staircase extends into the deep shadow, and through the thin walls, you can vaguely hear the noisy voice from upstairs:

"This class of freshmen really has no rules."

After speaking, she giggled abruptly.

Her voice was rough, but the tone was as delicate as a girl's, with a malicious and happy light in the depths of her two small eyes, which was extremely creepy:

"You should take care of it..."

The huge woman stepped forward, humming a strange and pleasant tune, and walked up the stairs step by step.

After a series of hysteria and denial of reality, all the novice streamers are temporarily forced to accept the status quo - their life and death are on the line, and there is no way to do anything but to cooperate with the rules.

Although they have no intention of helping their competitors, in order to prevent newbies from getting in the way, senior anchors will still inform the rules in the copy.

This D-level copy is not very difficult. As a novice with no audience base, the first thing that streamers should do is to unlock the hidden information on the ID card.

The more you know about your identity in the copy, the better you can deal with various emergencies and the higher your survival rate.

Everyone was rummaging through boxes in the room when they woke up, looking for all the personal information related to the ID card.

Su Cheng squeezed his ID card tightly, lying on the ground, panting and trying to grab the sundries under the bed.

His survival time was only four hours, the shortest among these companions.

No matter how he spoke to the live broadcast area, the barrage and the number of viewers were all deserted, and there was no sign of growth at all.

So, if you don't succeed in finding something...

He won't survive tonight.

This feeling of being able to see the god of death "approaching" made Su Cheng feel so panicked that he could hardly breathe.

Cold beads of sweat ran down his hot, bloodshot cheeks and landed on the dusty ground with a clatter.

The ground under the palm of the hand trembled.

"Boom, boom, boom."

It seemed that heavy footsteps were approaching.

What followed was a woman's humming.

The melody was jovial and simple, intermittently and faintly hovering in the gloomy corridor, becoming clear little by little with the sound of footsteps.

Su Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.

He stood up suddenly and subconsciously looked at the senior anchor in the opposite dormitory.

Obviously, the other party also heard the ominous signal that was gradually "approaching", and was also vigilant.

The footsteps and humming stopped together.

"Cough cough cough." After deliberately clearing his throat, a rude and malicious voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the dark and narrow corridor: "Assemble!"

The dead silence after the noise became extraordinarily difficult.

"..."

The anchors looked at each other and stood still.

Finally, under the leadership of several experienced and senior anchors, the rest of the anchors left their dormitory step by step with doubts.

A tall and bloated woman stood at the end of the corridor, and the flickering light above her head fell on her broad shoulders, illuminating the face that was covered with fleshy and crowded features.

She stared at the sparse "new born" in front of her with her small gray eyes, her eyes were sinister and sticky, like a poisonous snake winding up her calf:

"too slow."

A wicked smile squeezed out of that sullen face:

"It's a blessing for you to be admitted to the Decai Middle School. You are so lax, you don't know what's good or bad."

"Breaking the rules is punishing."

Her voice was gradually lowered, becoming more and more strange, it was almost unbearable that the sweat was standing upright, and the whole body was cold.

Some anchors even couldn't help but take a step back.

After seeing the NPCs that appeared, the barrage in each anchor's live room became active.

"As expected of an old witch, she is still so deterrent!"

"Hee hee hee, I'm looking forward to it!"

"I don't know which anchor was punished first this time!"

The old witch looked around with gloomy eyes, and found that everyone was silent, and slowly revealed a satisfied smile:

"However, this is your first time, and I don't know the school rules, so I won't do anything. I won't have such good luck next time, remember?"

She accentuated.

A panicked and powerless response sounded, echoing unevenly in the corridor:

"Remember, remember..."

"Remember!" The old witch raised her voice without warning.

All the anchors were agitated and shouted in unison: "Remember!"

"very good."

The old witch nodded with satisfaction: "From today, you can call me Teacher Yang."

"It's almost time for dinner. After counting the number of people, I will show you the place."

Seeing the current situation, all the barrages in the live broadcast room of the anchors seemed a little regretful.

"Ah, it looks like I'm not going to start the operation this time..."

"Because the anchors this time are very obedient, there is no thorn in the head."

"Well, and it's a D-level dungeon after all, the difficulty is low, and it's excusable not to kill at the start."

"Cut, it's boring, let's go."

While chatting on the barrage, the old witch made a move they had never seen before.

She turned her head and shouted, "Xiao Wen!"

The barrage was silent for a moment.

"..."

"..."

I saw a tall and handsome young man walking out from the shadow behind the old witch, his hair was unkempt, and even with those crooked glasses, he still couldn't hide the superiority of his facial features. On a bit of a green bookish air.

His expression was shy and docile:

"Hey, Mr. Yang, you said."

"Is the reprinted list with you? Count the number of people."

The bullet screen area of ​​each anchor exploded, and rows of question marks appeared:

"???"

"Wait? I've seen the dungeon of Decai Middle School several times, but I've never seen this NPC!"

"Isn't this a D-level copy? How could it be modified temporarily?"

"Hahaha, I came over from next door to squat, and I'm glad to see you all covered in circles!"

"Hahahahahaha, I'm from next door too!"

[The above user's remarks involve the same host in the lobby and will only be open to the audience]

"Wait, what the hell? I don't understand anymore..."

"Ask for directions!"

"The live broadcast room 789326qwk, you will come back to thank me after watching it."

[The above user's remarks involve the same host in the lobby and will only be open to the audience]

When the live broadcast hall of [Decai Middle School] was in chaos, the signs outside the live broadcast hall changed slightly.

Lobby Difficulty Level: D

The highest unlocking progress in history: 72%

Watch value: e

The letter e flashed slowly, and then became a d+.