Chapter two

"Hello, novice anchor, congratulations on your first live broadcast."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was mechanical and calm, and it was particularly abrupt in the empty dormitory.

"It will now be up to me to tell you the rules."

"This copy is an ordinary time-limited copy with a duration of 10 hours.

(Now the time in the dungeon is 7:00 p.m., that is, you need to survive until 5:00 a.m. tomorrow to clear the customs)”

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He looked down at his ID card and fell into a moment of silence.

good guy.

10 hours and 20 minutes, the gap...

Is it a little too big?

"The card in your hand is an ID card, and the content of the ID card will be unlocked with the progress of the plot."

"The basic survival time has been issued for you, and more time can be redeemed through points."

Just listen to the voice continue to broadcast in an emotionless tone:

"The rules for earning anchor points:

1. Real-time settlement will be made according to the number of viewers in the live broadcast room. (The next points settlement point is: two hours later.)

2. Complete the live broadcast task.

3. The audience rewarded. "

More ways to earn points will be unlocked as you explore. "

After explaining the rules, the voice suddenly became passionate:

"The audience is God, the heat is everything!

Please fight for your live room! "

"..."

Fight, you big head!

The dormitory returned to silence.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and calmed down.

Although this voice relieved his nervousness a little, he could still clearly hear his rapid and irregular heartbeat. Although the frequency of his breathing was habitually stable, his lungs were still screaming, eager for more. Plenty of oxygen.

He subconsciously clenched his fingers.

The sharp, hard edges of the ID card have a distinct sting.

Wen Jianyan was able to clearly realize that his life was hanging by a thread, so the remaining time limit was announced lightly.

twenty minutes.

And he is a very greedy person.

Especially when it comes to "living".

According to the rules, Wen Jianyan must obtain enough points within twenty minutes to stay alive. .

This method of settlement based on the number of people in the live broadcast room is unreliable, after all, he can't live to the first settlement point.

So that leaves the remaining two options...

Obviously, the audience in the live broadcast room is also clear about this.

The barrage is noticeably active:

"Oh, the anchor wants a reward, right? Just show some sincerity if you want."

"Kow to the gentlemen in the audience first, maybe I'm in a good mood and give you dozens and hundreds of points."

"By the way, speaking of it, this novice anchor is very good looking..."

As the lines of text drifted by, the unconcealed malice and pleasure emerged from it, as if watching the commodities for sale, excitedly speculating and expecting how to chew him from the bone.

They have seen a lot of this kind of little anchor who is on the verge of life and death.

The time limit for survival that the streamers watched helplessly draw nearer, like the noose around their necks tightening little by little, their eyes constricted and trembling, their faces twisted under intense despair and fear.

In this case, as long as there is a chance to survive, they will seize it regardless.

No matter how terrifyingly over-the-top demands the audience makes, there is no limit to their satisfaction.

Kneeling, kowtow, self-mutilation, crying, begging for mercy.

Tears flowed, ugly and pitiful.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyelashes, and a small shadow of cyan fell on his fair face, adding a bit of vulnerability to his upright appearance.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, his lips were lightly pursed, and after a few quick glances up and down on the live broadcast interface——

Accurately click the "hidden" button above.

"..."

There was a momentary stagnation in the barrage in the live broadcast room.

In a dead silence, a barrage slowly drifted past:

"Wait, did I read it right? Is the anchor hiding his own barrage interface?"

In fact, most anchors will hide the barrage interface during the dungeon clearance process.

However, if the anchor is in trouble, or is about to run out of life and death, they will often open the barrage.

after all……

Although the viewers in the live broadcast room cannot spoil the plot that has not yet happened in the barrage, they can reward points to initiate tasks and point out the direction for their favorite anchors.

Even if it is just a gift for the "tide", it is a gift for the anchor.

【Audience is God, heat is everything】

This kind of rookie anchor who is about to be finished in ten minutes, actually turned off the barrage interface under such circumstances?

Is something wrong with your brain?

Or, does this anchor actually think that in this case, arrogance and pride will still be valuable?

Really laugh out loud.

Although the anchor could not see it, the number of people in the live broadcast room had once again climbed slightly.

Now, there are more than 80 viewers in the live broadcast room, all of whom are waiting for the good show with schadenfreude.

After hiding the live broadcast interface, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly.

The "moist" moist air, mixed with dust and musty smell, poured into the nostrils.

To be honest, after watching the remarks in the live broadcast room, Wen Jianyan actually...

I don't feel anything.

After all, the way he makes a living is to say that he is a fraudster, but he is actually a professional liar targeting high-end customers. What dignity, pride, morality, and "conduct" are completely worthless to him. carry.

As long as he lives, there is nothing he doesn't want to do.

However, in the rules just now, Wen Jianyan captured a key word precisely and clearly.

time.

The way of customs clearance is the survival time, the points are also used to exchange the survival time, and the initial allocation is also the survival time.

time, time, time.

It can be said that time is the only and absolute measure in this copy.

At the same time, it is also what he is most urgently lacking right now.

——Spent these precious twenty minutes just to wag their tails to the poor dozens of audience members, praying for the possibility of a charity...

It was the worst deal he could think of.

What's more, Wen Jianyan was all too familiar with what kind of reaction a person's "nature" would evoke in such a situation.

He knows it, and the audience knows it.

This group of gluttons is probably already tired of watching this kind of drama, and it is even more impossible to spend a lot of money just because of this. After all, according to those remarks just now, they don't seem to be that kind of existence.

And things that are delivered to your door in vain are the most worthless.

As a fraudster, Wen Jianyan understands why.

Well, now there is one last option left.

Wen Jianyan's gaze moved down and landed on the taskbar in front of him.

Only one live broadcast task has been refreshed for the time being:

[Ask the novice anchor to explore the copy and unlock the ID card]

[Completion: 0%]

Wen Jianyan looked around the room where she was.

Generally speaking, if you want to know your current status, searching for a dormitory is the easiest and most direct way.

but……

Wen Jianyan looked down at her ID card. There were only 17 minutes left in the countdown, and it was rapidly decreasing every minute.

He has so little time.

If that's the case, then the only option is to take risks.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

How to catch big fish with zero risk!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, put the ID card in her pocket, and strode out.

There was no one in the hallway.

Old-fashioned overhead lights hung slantingly from the ceiling, and the dim, pale light swayed slightly, dividing the corridor into several half-blind areas.

Quietly disturbing.

Below one of the lamps, a rust-dappled half-map affixed to the wall could be seen faintly.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward quickly and stood still in front of the map.

There are dark and greasy handprints printed on it, and most of the patterns have peeled off, but some vague handwriting can still be barely discernible.

He glanced up and down extremely quickly, then turned his head and trotted in a certain direction.

In the barrage area of ​​the blocked live broadcast room:

"???"

"What is the anchor doing?"

"Neither asking for a reward nor going through the dormitory, I'm afraid I'm scared that something goes wrong with my brain?"

"Never mind, there are fifteen minutes left, hurry up, I can't wait!"

Although it was only a few seconds, Wen Jianyan had already kept the map firmly in his heart.

He ran down the hallway with memory.

The closed bedroom doors flew past him one by one, and the windows were all pitch-black, like empty eye sockets.

A pale, smiling face slowly emerged from a window.

Eyeballs rolled and landed on the young man who ran past, and the upward arc of the corners of his mouth was pulled even more——

"!"

Wen Jianyan stopped abruptly, because the movement was so violent that he almost tripped himself with a stumble.

His heart was beating wildly, and he turned his head in shock to the window he just passed by.

"..."

Ah ah ah ah my grass!

There was nothing in the window except the flickering lights.

Through the light layer of gray, Wen Jianyan could vaguely see the outline of his face.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

This time, the face leaned much closer than last time.

It was as if he was approaching him little by little.

Wen Jianyan felt goosebumps crawling onto his arm.

"Hahahaha, it seems that the time of death is getting closer."

"However, what happened to this anchor? Seeing this situation, his face didn't even change, and he continued to run forward..."

"The anchors who were entangled in this copy before saw that the ghost was so close, and none of them didn't scream."

"Are you really not scared at all? Impossible, right?"

Wen Jianyan rushed downstairs with the fastest speed.

Although the first floor was a hall, it still looked crooked and crooked. The walls and floor were all greasy and shrouded in a dark shadow.

Through the gray window, you can vaguely see the boundless darkness outside.

The door was closed, but not locked.

The pace of the youth did not slow down.

"What, I thought it would be a new anchor with potential, and I secretly looked forward to it..."

"Is the first reaction to want to run? It's boring."

"What's the suspense, let's go."

The number of people online in the live broadcast room dropped rapidly from more than 80.

Before rushing to the door, Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly—

Stop at the door of the duty room.

Unlike the gate, the duty room is locked.

The young man squatted down, and his slender fingers "feeled" in the cuff. He didn't know where to "feel" a piece of iron wire. He bent the iron wire familiarly and gently stirred it in the keyhole.

"Click."

The lock tongue made a crisp sound.

In just a few seconds, the door to the duty room slid inward.

"call……"

Wen Jianyan stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Between the hanging fingers, the iron wire magically disappeared.

"..."

"..."

The number of people who were still declining in the live broadcast room suddenly stagnated and fell into a brief silence.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door of the duty room and stepped in.

According to the map just now, this is an old-fashioned dormitory building with only three floors in total. The first floor is the hall and the water room, the second floor and the third floor are the dormitory. The rust covered it, so couldn't see what was written on it.

However, the number of dormitories on each floor is so limited that the scale of this school must not be very large.

Wen Jianyan was quite familiar with the old school with limited funds.

That is……

They must have limited places to store important items.

When it comes to gathering the most information in the shortest amount of time, here is his best chance.

Like the style of the entire dormitory building, the duty room is also very shabby.

A narrow bed is against the wall, where the teacher on duty can rest, a few booklets are piled up in a mess on the bookshelf, the dormitory timetable is hung on the wall, a table is close to the window, and the window outside Usually used to talk to students, but now it's just as locked.

Wen Jianyan didn't delay for a second, and immediately began to search and rummage with an agility that is unmatched by ordinary people.

The locked drawers and cabinets were opened one by one, and one by one was quickly restored.

A roster of past students.

Teacher shift schedule.

The prompt sound of "information has been obtained" continued to be heard in his ears.

In the barrage, an audience suddenly realized:

"Oh, this is preparing to brush the exploration degree."

"Many anchors know that they can still get points by swiping the exploration level after reading several books. He actually reacted without prompting. It's promising."

"Hey... so, maybe he really redeemed enough time this time!"

"Don't jump to conclusions so early, and don't look at the few minutes left."

The rest of the barrage fell silent.

Time is always a cruel thing, especially when there are only twenty minutes left at the beginning.

Although Wen Jianyan's movements were really fast, he still couldn't stop a minute and a second from slipping through his fingers.

The top of the live broadcast room marked the remaining survival time of the anchor, and before you knew it, that number was less than six minutes left.

In the dungeon, the remaining five minutes of survival time is a critical threshold.

If the anchor has survived for less than five minutes, then he will become the target of the entire dungeon, and will indiscriminately attract the attention of all non-human beings in the dungeon—whether monsters or NPCs.

It's no less than holding a small flag in his hand, shaking it wildly and shouting: "I'm here! Come and catch me!"

Once the anchor is in such a situation, the danger will only increase rapidly like a snowball, and most people may not be able to last for five minutes.

At the moment of reaching 05:00, the numbers were dyed a dazzling bright red.

Wen Jianyan stood in front of the table, flipping the document for a moment.

He could clearly feel that the temperature around him had dropped without warning, and the cold, damp room had now become piercingly cold. The strands seeped into the bones.

A strong feeling of being watched came from behind.

Wen Jianyan slowly turned her head almost uncontrollably——

In the vanity mirror on the table, he saw his blurred figure in the dark.

A pale hand silently and slowly stretched out from the half-opened cabinet behind and pressed it against the wall.

Over his shoulder, Wen Jianyan saw a face emerging from the shadows.

It was a smiling face.

The pale bottom "color" is like melted wax, and the simple facial features are combined on the smooth surface, like a weird smile mask, at this moment, the corners of his mouth are silently grinning at Wen Jianyan.

The jet-black hair was like a sticky snake, and water droplets fell from the end of the black hair.

Tick, tick.

It leaned out of the closet little by little and slowly walked towards the youth.

One step, two steps.

As the distance draws in, the details on the smiling mask slowly become richer.

more and more like...

Wen Jianyan himself.

At this moment, heavy and protracted footsteps sounded from outside the half-closed door of the duty room. The sound stopped one step at a time, making it very abrupt in the dead room, bringing an extremely ominous atmosphere. Every step was like stepping on a foot. General in the human heart.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

An intermittent humming came from far and near.

The melody was weird and cheerful, and it became clear little by little with the sound of footsteps, and it looked especially weird in the dead and empty dark environment.

As soon as he heard this iconic "sex" voice, the barrage who knew the plot immediately became excited.

"It's the old witch! It's the old witch!"

"The luck of this newcomer is so simple. He actually encountered the most difficult monster and the most difficult NPC once. I have never seen that anchor get this treatment."

The footsteps stopped at the door of the duty room.

The next second, the humming stopped.

The dead silence that overwhelmed "sex" suddenly fell.

As if waking up from a dream, Wen Jianyan bent down suddenly and went to the half-opened cabinet under the table.

The barrage, which was still cold and clear just now, finally became hot at this moment.

"Laugh to death, the newcomer is really naive."

"If it's normal, drill into a cabinet and hide under the bed. Although you can't hide from ghosts, the probability of escaping NPCs is still very high, but now he is 100% attractive to NPCs, and he will definitely be discovered."

"Oh, it's a pity, if it weren't for the limit at the beginning, in fact, the development potential of the anchor is quite large."

"Don't complain, at least it's worth watching now."

"boom"

The door to the duty room was slammed open from the outside.

A tall and fat woman appeared outside the door. The extremely thick lenses couldn't stop the viciousness and gloom in those eyes. Her thick gray lips were pursed tightly. Hengrou trembled slightly, and a strong sense of coldness filled her arrogant face.

"Who's there?"

"Boom!"

After a soft sound as if hitting his head, the young man grinned and stood up with the back of his head.

The glasses on his face were a little crooked, and a little dust was smeared on the side of his face.

"what!"

As if seeing a savior, the young man's eyes lit up slightly: "Mr. Yang, you are here!"

The flesh on Teacher Yang's face trembled, and she was stunned for a moment, obviously not thinking of this development direction.

"The dean gave me the key and asked me to get the roster of newly enrolled boarding students."

Wen Jianyan scratched his cheeks, and gave the other party a shy smile: "It seems that there is a student who didn't come to report, and the roster needs to be revised. Director Shen wanted it in a hurry, so he came in without authorization. I'm really sorry about it……"

Looking at the new anchor who was talking nonsense without changing his "color" on the screen, the barrage area was dead silent.

The young man was wearing the broken glasses that he had just "touched" from the bottom of the cabinet. Although the legs of the glasses were a little crooked, it didn't look abrupt when combined with his actions just now. .

The previous alertness and indifference had long since disappeared.

He pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, Qingjun's face was stained with a little dust, and his glasses gave him a fledgling bookish air, making him look innocent and innocent, and a pair of light brown eyes flickered behind the lenses. with unquestionable sincerity and apology.

Teacher Yang narrowed his eyes, his sinister little eyes staring at the young man in front of him through thick lenses.

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized: "Oh, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet!"

He hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the other party. He seemed to suddenly realize something when he was just halfway there, and hurriedly rubbed his dusty palm on his trousers with a shy expression:

"I'm a new intern teacher here. Just call me Xiao Wen."

He held out his hand again.

Teacher Yang lowered his head and glanced at the palm of the other's outstretched hand, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

The young man blinked blankly and asked with concern:

"What's the matter? Are you not feeling well? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and frowned a little embarrassedly: "But Teacher Wang Ping should not be here today..."

Finally, the old witch let out a heavy snort from her nose.

She stepped forward with agility that didn't match her size, and took out a crumpled booklet from a cassette deep in the cabinet.

A clattering sound rang out in the narrow duty room.

The old witch "licked" her greasy fingers, opened the booklet, and asked:

"Tell me, which student didn't come to report?"

At the moment when the voice fell, the barrage boiled.

"I'm stubborn, I'm sloppy! She believed her, she believed her!"

"Can a good guy play like this?"

"I am amazed by me! How does the anchor know so much information?"

"Didn't he just turn to the staff table, and the duty table or something, did he just come in?"

"Although, who can make up such a smooth nonsense in such a short period of time, absolutely oh my God!"

Wen Jianyan knew nothing about the audience's reaction.

He lowered his head and leaned over, his long, slender fingers lightly tapped one of the pages, and his fingertip landed on one of the names.

"Cheng Wei" - that was the name on the ID card he drew.

The young man smiled: "This."

The old witch took out a pen from her breast pocket, and wrote three words after Cheng Wei's name: not registered.

The barrage that was in full swing just now was quiet for a few seconds.

"..."

"..."

"Grass, Master Yuan Li."