Chapter Four

On the live broadcast square, the quick entrances of each live broadcast hall are arranged from top to bottom according to the viewing value.

Perhaps because there are too many newcomers, the live broadcast halls opened this time are basically below the C-level, and the B-level and A-level halls are very rare, which also makes the vast majority of the audience concentrate on those senior in the hall.

After all, the higher the difficulty, the stronger the viewing "sex".

Suddenly, someone saw a familiar novice-level copy somewhere near the midrange.

【Decai Middle School】……?

Isn't it a Class D copy? Why is it listed here?

——Is the order of the system wrong?

The audience was puzzled.

Seeing this, some curious audience members can't wait to go in, ready to see what happened with their own eyes.

After all, if it weren't for the system sorting wrong...

Then there must be some variable in this D-level dungeon, which made the system's judgment of the viewing value of the entire dungeon suddenly increase.

This kind of thing doesn't happen every day!

The frightened anchors crowded in the narrow corridor, like sardines stuffed into a can. After the voice of the old witch fell, all eyes instantly fell on the young man at the end of the corridor.

They looked apprehensive, held their breaths, and waited in fear.

Under the dim light, the corridor was narrow, and the green walls were mottled and peeled off, revealing black and gray stains.

The air was dead silent.

In the 789326qwk live broadcast room, it is completely opposite to the outside world.

With the influx of viewers from other live broadcast rooms, the number of online viewers displayed in the live broadcast room is skyrocketing.

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 1000]

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 2000]

[Congratulations to the anchor for his achievement: just arrived!

Wow, the popularity of your live broadcast room is rising, and your high-quality live broadcast content has attracted more viewers to your live broadcast room! 】

【Ding! The number of rewards in the live broadcast room exceeded 50! 】

[Congratulations to the anchor for his achievement: a small gain!

Wow, more and more loyal fans are convinced by your charm, please let the anchor die hard, continue to work hard, and let more people open their wallets for you willingly! 】

"I came here admiringly from the next door. I really didn't expect this intern teacher to be an anchor. I was shocked."

"+1 from next door"

"Ahhhh, how did the anchor get into the NPC team? I'm dying of curiosity, please make up lessons!"

"Where is the novice's history replay? I can't find the homepage, can anyone give me some pointers?"

"Don't worry about the front, don't waste your time, anyway, this anchor is about to roll over soon hahahahahaha!"

"?"

"??? Why? What happened?"

Immediately afterwards, more "hahaha" gloating over the barrage passed through the barrage.

Although the audience who just came in is not clear, most of the other audience members have been watching from the beginning to the present.

The dean didn't ask anyone to get the list at all, it was all compiled by Wen Jianyan, and the wrinkled booklet was now in Wen Jianyan's pocket.

As for the "re-copied backup list", there is absolutely no such thing.

However, the heavy duty of naming now falls on Wen Jianyan's shoulders - he either honestly said that he didn't copy it at all, or he had to take out the booklet in his pocket and read it.

However, no matter how he chooses, it is contrary to his initial lie and will definitely arouse suspicion.

And "doubt", like water poured on a sandcastle, can break apart a lie that would not stand up to scrutiny.

This is the case in reality, not to mention that it is still in the copy now.

With the "sex" of an old witch, it is absolutely impossible to miss such an opportunity.

Once caught, this host of lies will surely die.

It seems that the short and glorious career of this anchor is probably coming to an end. Although it is a pity, most viewers have become more excited.

After all, the car rolls over, of course, the harder it is, the better it looks.

The entire corridor was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

All eyes fell on Wen Jianyan.

The tall, fleshy-faced woman turned slightly sideways, and a pair of small, sinister and gloomy eyes looked over from the gap on the side of the glasses, and the bottom of her eyes flickered, like the sharp flash of a second before the sharp blade fell in front of the guillotine.

The dim light flickered overhead, and the light was refracted at the edge of the slightly slanted lens, blocking the look in the youth's eyes.

His face was pale and weak under the light, his lips were pursed, and then, calmly and slowly, he reached into his pocket little by little.

The audience in front of the screen held their breath subconsciously, greedily watching the anchor's every move.

Soon, Wen Jianyan's fingers were pulled out of his pocket.

He saw a piece of white paper folded in four in his hand, as if torn from a notebook, wrinkled, with irregular marks on the edges, and scribbled handwriting faintly visible on the side.

Wen Jianyan unfolded the paper.

The rustling sound of paper rubbing sounded in the dead corridor, making the heart rate quicken.

"Jiang Ze."

The youth's voice sounded in the corridor, gentle and clear.

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

"?? How did you read it?"

"What's the situation? Could it be that the anchor is trying to make a fool of himself?"

After a few seconds of silence, a weak voice sounded at the end of the corridor, and responded in a low voice:

"……arrive."

"Zhou Fangyuan."

"arrive."

Wen Jianyan recited one name after another, and each time he recited one, there would be a high or low response from the crowd.

This is absolutely impossible to make up.

What's going on? Did he really copy a copy when the audience didn't pay attention?

When did this happen? Not impressed at all!

As if to answer the doubts and "confusions" in the hearts of the audience, the camera in the live broadcast room moved, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.

It finally landed on the piece of paper in Wen Jianyan's hands.

On the white paper, the creases are still unbroken, wrinkled and wrinkled, and there are a few lines written in extremely scrawled handwriting:

【Scallions, cabbage, garlic, pork, peppers

Remember to buy toothpaste and washing powder]

"..."

"..."

In the live broadcast room, there was a dense "???"

This, this is...

shopping list? ? ?

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, stared at the few short lines on the shopping list without changing her face, and continued reading with great confidence.

"Zhao Runcheng."

"arrive."

"Fang Ke."

"arrive."

After realizing what happened, the barrage exploded.

"??? The anchor has memorized the list!!"

"Come on, what kind of memory is this! Don't you forget it!"

"Not necessarily? Maybe he already expected this to come out, so he secretly memorized something. After all, there are only a dozen names."

"Isn't the person in front of you speechless? Isn't that more difficult? What kind of prediction level does this have to be!"

Soon, except for Cheng Wei, who "didn't enroll", all the others completed the roll call.

The old witch stood on the spot, squinted her eyes and looked around slowly, and let out a cold snort from her nose, she couldn't tell whether she was satisfied or disappointed.

She turned around: "Let's go."

Wen Jianyan let out a slow breath, folded the paper again and stuffed it into his pocket.

By the way, he secretly rubbed his wet palm on his pants.

so close.

Fortunately, his occupation is too high-risk, so he has developed the habit of subconsciously remembering all the important information in front of him. One is to prevent his lies from being exposed, and the other is to play on the spot at a critical moment.

After all, the point of a lie is in the details.

Even trivial details can be fatal if neglected.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at the anchors behind him, and raised his chin:

"Didn't you hear what Teacher Yang said? Keep up."

Just now, the barrage, which was still feeling the anchor's extraordinary memory ability and pre-judgment ability, was silent, and the wind direction changed suddenly:

"Grass, fox fake tiger might."

"Grass, the villain is successful."

"shameless!"

"shameless!!!"

The rest of the anchors looked at each other in dismay, took a trembling step, and followed behind Wen Jianyan.

The old witch went straight downstairs and walked outside the dormitory building.

The sky is dark.

The small campus was immersed in the burning twilight, like a small cardboard box that was about to be squashed.

A few dozen meters away from the dormitory building was a low-rise building with only one storey.

like a restaurant.

There are several rows of gray-yellow "colored" long tables side by side. The patent leather on the table top is peeling off, and it looks greasy under the dim light, as if it has not been carefully cleaned for many years.

At the end of the dining room are two desks that are pushed together.

Huge food bowls made of white iron were placed side by side, steaming hot.

The old witch stopped at the entrance of the cafeteria, turned to look at the boarders behind her, and said coldly:

"arrive."

The woman looked around, her tall figure brought a terrible sense of oppression.

The anchors gathered together in silence, waiting for each other to speak.

I saw the old witch raised her stubby fingers and pointed to the cabinet next to her: "Your lunch boxes are all there. After you finish eating, wash them and remember to put them back. If you lose them, you will have to pay for them."

The old witch pointed to the clock hanging on the wall of the cafeteria:

"After eating and washing the dishes, go back to the dormitory by yourself. The access control of the dormitory building at night is 9:30."

She grinned, and the maliciousness in her expression could hardly be concealed: "If you don't come back on time, I won't leave the door for you."

"Okay, let's move freely."

After speaking, the old witch turned around and walked towards the dormitory building while humming a song.

Because they were so close, Wen Jianyan heard the last words she sang this time:

"...the heart and the mind..."

She hummed the melody that couldn't make a sentence, and her tall and fat body quickly disappeared into the fading night.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered.

He took a step forward, clapped his palms, and said loudly:

"Have everyone heard what Teacher Yang said? The freshmen who have received their lunch boxes come here to gather, and line up in two rows to go in for lunch."

As a liar with skilled business skills, he has integrated into the role of "trainee teacher" without any psychological barriers.

In just a few words, Wen Jianyan not only transferred the remaining power of the old witch to himself, but also naturally became the one who controls the overall situation.

Anchors instinctively follow the dictates of authority.

After a short period of chaos, everyone carried their lunch boxes and honestly lined up in two rows at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Wen Jianyan nodded without changing his face, and said with satisfaction:

"Come in."

So, the counterfeit walked into the cafeteria with two rows of boarders with peace of mind, and commanded them to line up for meals.

The person in charge of the meal was an old, hunched old woman. Her eyes were cloudy, her fingers were wrinkled like bark, and she held the rice spoon tremblingly.

Dinner was something like some type of porridge.

A layer of oily flowers floated on the turbid yellow-white "color", and in the viscous semi-liquid "liquid", the fat of the white flowers, the sparse rice grains and the soft noodles were mixed at the bottom of the spoon, exuding a kind of unpleasant feeling. Unappetizing odor.

She mechanically gave the students spoonfuls of rice.

The moment each anchor saw the food in his bowl, an indescribably complex expression appeared on his face.

They held the rice bowl with a sullen look on their faces, and chose a seat on the long table to sit down.

When all the students finished their meal, the old woman leaned down tremblingly, ready to pick up the big iron basin that was left in front of her.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and took the basin from the other party's hand involuntarily:

"I'm coming, you can rest."

His gesture was gentle and courteous, and he looked at the old woman in front of him with great concern.

——Whether it was giving orders at the door or organizing everyone to line up to enter the cafeteria, Wen Jianyan was already preparing for the conversation at this time.

"In which direction?" he asked.

The old woman raised a bark-like finger and pointed to the back of the cafeteria.

Wen Jianyan slowed down and walked in that direction side by side with the other party.

The old woman raised her cloudy eyes, turned to look at the young man beside her, and asked in an old voice:

"Young man, what's your name?"

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips shyly: "I also just came today. You can just call me Xiao Zhao. I am Director Shen's distant nephew and just graduated some time ago, so this time I want to ask my uncle to help me find a job."

"Oh oh……"

"Uncle asked me to come to Teacher Yang and ask her to show me around the school, but..."

"but?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head, and quickly raised a smile that concealed her "sex": "Yeah, it's nothing, that is, Teacher Yang seems to have something to do, so... let me stay and help organize discipline, and then hurried away. ."

He hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, and asked uneasily:

"I... did I do something wrong?"

[In the live broadcast room of 789326qwk]

"..."

“…tea smells good”

“…tea tastes overflowing”

"Just now he was an intern teacher, but now he has become Director Shen's nephew. I want to see if he can make up a few more identities."

"...Simple, simple way of being a human being."

This covert way of answering obviously made the other party realize something immediately.

The old woman sighed, a haze flashed across her face, she stretched out her hand and patted Wen Jianyan's shoulder, and said kindly, "don't take it too seriously, Mr. Yang, she... ah, she's always been like this, no targeting you on purpose."

"It doesn't matter, if you have any questions in the future, you can ask me."

"Eh, really? Thank you."

Wen Jianyan "showed" a flattered smile.

A wisp of smile penetrated his eyes.

Sure enough, when dealing with such elders, a favorable background combined with an appropriate display of weakness is the fastest way to obtain information.

The two walked and chatted.

Wen Jianyan kept his words in a calm and stern manner, and kept all the information spitting out of the other party's mouth firmly in his heart.

Unconsciously, Wen Jianyan has come to the back kitchen.

Compared with the restaurant in front, the back kitchen is more narrow and dirty. The air is mixed with a turbid smell of sour rot. The blue swill bucket placed on the side is half full, and the inner edge of the outer wall is covered with thick residue and dirt. , the ground is littered with rubbish.

Under the command of the old woman, Wen Jianyan poured the remaining soup in the food bowl into the swill bucket, and then placed the empty bowl next to the chopping board.

Just as he was about to turn around to say goodbye, his eyes suddenly faltered.

Not far from the chopping board is a sink.

The shallow layer of gray-yellow water could not flow down, and it accumulated in the sink. In the turbid water, there were several strands of black and oily hair slowly floating, long and entwined like living things. sewer outlet.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously cast a glance at the top of the old woman's head.

Short hair, gray and dry.

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the direction of the cafeteria, cutting through the night like a sharp blade, which was frightening.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

In the next second, he reacted immediately, said goodbye to the other party in a hurry, and then turned around and walked in the direction of the sound.

However, before he could take a few steps out, that trembling old voice sounded from behind:

"Right... boy."

Wen Jianyan paused and turned to look.

The old woman opened her turbid eyes, her bark-like wrinkled face trembled slightly, and said in a very low voice:

"Stay away from the fourth floor of the dormitory."

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

Before he could ask anything, the old woman turned around, took a step and three steps, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the canteen.

In the cafeteria, the tables and chairs fell to the ground in a mess, the hurried footsteps and panicked screams mixed into a noisy sound, and there was chaos everywhere.

An anchor fell down beside the sink in embarrassment, with an overturned food bowl beside his feet, and the yellow and white soup was spilled on the ground. Large groups lay on the ground.

However, he was still vomiting frantically, scratching his throat with trembling fingers, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"vomit"

The anchor arched his back spasmodically and made a terrible retching sound.

"what happened?"

"This...what's the matter?"

Several anchors gathered together and asked indifferently.

"It's illegal."

A cool voice came from not far away.

The novice anchors were startled and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

They remembered that the man who spoke up was a senior anchor named Kong Shixing.

There are two other senior anchors and he seems to be in the same team, the three stay together all the time,

Kong Shixing stood by with his arms crossed, his expression indifferent: "This kind of D-level copy is generally not too difficult, the point is to be obedient, as long as you act under the premise of abiding by the rules, start the live broadcast, and be the main line and branch line of the system. Missions, in general, can make up the necessary survival time - of course, provided you don't violate the rules."

Those novice anchors have some chills behind their backs:

"Violation, violation?"

"Instead of thinking about it here, you might as well go and ask around to see how this unlucky bastard violated the rules, and then you can avoid risks."

Su Cheng, who was standing aside, heard all their conversations.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembled slightly, and said, "I, I seem to know."

Hearing this, the eyes of several others turned to him.

"He was saying just now, who knows if there is any problem with the food here, and if it will cause an accident, so I want to take advantage of the npc's absence, and secretly dump the contents of the bowl into the sink..."

This statement does sound reasonable.

In addition, the soup and rice here looks so bad, it looks like swill, even if it is poured out, it is not a pity, so also got the approval of several anchors, and came to the pool with him with a rice bowl. .

However, the moment the leading man emptied the soup and rice, a painful expression suddenly appeared on his face.

The rice bowl fell to the ground with a clang, and a mouthful of untouched soup and rice spilled on the ground.

The other anchors were frightened and could not help but back away, no one dared to approach the pool any more.

Then, the long black hair began to pour out of the anchor's mouth.

As Su Cheng described it, he squeezed the rice bowl in his hands with sweaty hands, and his voice became a little unstable.

Several people who listened carefully were stunned.

They suddenly realized something, and turned their heads sharply to look aside—

I saw eight large characters with mottled and faded "color" written on one side of the wall in the cafeteria:

"Saving is glorious, waste is shameful."

Kong Shixing narrowed his eyes and said, "So that's the case, then this is one of the rules."

"..."

After his voice fell, several other anchors looked at the soup and rice in their food bowl that were almost untouched, and their faces changed a bit.

It seems... this meal, they must eat.

Not only had to eat, but also had to eat clean, not a grain of rice left behind.

Outside the door, Wen Jianyan stood with her arms crossed, with a thoughtful look on her face.

"rule."

It seems that this is the key word.

The overall game didn't differ much from his guess, which made Wen Jianyan take a long sigh of relief.

After all, compared to ghosts who kill indiscriminately, it is much easier to have rules.

As long as there are rules, loopholes are bound to be found.

As long as a loophole is found, the rules can be exploited in reverse.

Moreover, perhaps due to the low level of the dungeon, the judgment of the rules here is obviously not strict, otherwise it would not have allowed Wen Jianyan to take advantage of the loophole and successfully infiltrate the teacher team.

At this moment, the vomiting anchor bent down suddenly, and finally let out a violent retching that was heart-wrenching——

"vomit!"

"Clap."

A crisp landing sounded.

Several white molars mixed with blood and saliva fell to the ground. The small, fingernail-sized teeth rolled on the ground, grumbling, until one of them rolled in front of Wen Jianyan. Slowly stopped.

The pale and bloody tooth stayed on the edge of the line of sight, looking very strange.

Wen Jianyan stared at it and felt a chill rise on her back.

The little red cloth bag that had been forgotten in his pocket seemed to suddenly become heavy, and fell heavily in his trouser pocket, clinging to his thigh, causing his skin to burn for no reason, almost a little. unbearable.

……molar?

Could this have something to do with the "hidden object" he found earlier?

At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear:

"Ding! It is detected that the conditions are met, and the hidden branch is being opened"

wait wait wait?

Wen Jianyan panicked.

Before he could react, he saw strands of jet-black hair spread without warning, tightly wrapping around his wrists and ankles, cold and wet, and twisted like a living thing.

"The hidden branch is opened and completed!"

The moment the words fell, Wen Jianyan felt that his eyes were dark.

It feels so familiar.

The moment he entered the dungeon was simply...

Exactly the same.

Before Wen Jianyan lost consciousness, only the last sentence remained in his mind——

Junk live broadcast room, I am your uncle!