Wen Qing lowered his eyes, thinking about everything that happened after entering the dungeon.

There are no paranormal events and no non-human beings like mermen.

Dezhi High School is a very ordinary high school, the only exception is the attitude of a class of students towards transfer students.

Jiang Yan looked at the burning cigarette butts, and said, "From the point of view of our inability to use props, there is a high probability that there will be no strangeness in this dungeon."

"We just have to face one class of students."

Wen Qing suddenly realized.

The difficulty of the strange dungeon is not that high, a month is a long time for the player, and a group of students has no intention of killing, just toying with the player.

No wonder the main quest is to survive a month in a squad.

Jiang Yan exhaled the smoke ring and said, "There is one more thing."

"At present, it seems that all the students in the class must listen to Fu Ranxiu's words."

"Excluding transfer students."

Wen Qing was startled, he ignored this.

Jiang Yan smoked a cigarette and continued to analyze: "Being able to enter this copy means that from the school's point of view, we are a class of students."

"But from the point of view of class one, we are not," Wen Qing continued following Jiang Yan's words, he blinked and remembered one thing, "Students from other classes said that the people in class one are very united."

"I don't usually see it, but it was obvious when Zhang Yang threatened Wang Feng in the gym."

Jiang Yan half-closed his eyes, and said lightly, "It's been three years, and in a place like the school, the news of the first class hasn't spread out. There's a problem."

As a person, he likes to gossip, and he will inevitably mention a sentence or two to reveal secrets.

The first class obviously didn't want to say it, but couldn't say it.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she asked in a low voice, "Will I die if I don't obey the rules and don't listen to Fu Ranxiu?"

Jiang Yan took the last puff of cigarettes and put out the cigarette butt: "Eight nines are inseparable."

"Fu Ranxiu must have done something three years ago, when everyone in the class participated."

three years ago

Wen Qing inevitably remembered Ji Sheng's text message.

Also three years ago, Ji Sheng asked Song Xuan to introduce Fu Ranxiu.

And judging from the style of this copy, it looks like Ji Yu.

very bad.

The top students in the first class participated in school violence. The former bad students seemed to punish evil and promote good, but in fact they were still participating in the violence in the class. Other students in the school knew nothing about it and did not believe what the transfer students said. A class of people.

It just so happens that this is a strange copy...

Wen Qing sat on the stone pier beside him, hesitated for a while, and shouted 001 in his heart: [System. 】

001 did not respond.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, usually 001 would respond.

What's going on today?

He shouted again: [System. 】

This time 001 hummed.

[Well, I am here. 】

Wen Qing was a little puzzled: [Did you not hear me calling you just now? 】

001 said lightly: [Something happened just now. 】

Wen Qing was startled, can something happen to the system?

He also thought that the system was all about assisting players, and nothing else needed to be done.

001 said: [I have a lot of things to do, especially recently. 】

Wen Qing didn't pay attention to the first half of 001's sentence, but concentrated on the second half.

recently?

He asked curiously: [What happened recently? 】

001 was quiet for a while, and spit out six words: [Maintain world peace. 】

so funny

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, recalling the strange words and deeds of 001 recently, and tentatively asked: [You weren't watching the movie just now, did you? 】

001: [...No. 】

Wen Qing thought to herself, even if she was looking at you, she wouldn't admit it.

He no longer bothered about this matter, and directly asked 001 about more important things: [There will be no gods in the strange copy, right? 】

001: [No. 】

Wen Qing asked again: [Will there be something related to God? 】

001: [Not necessarily. 】

This answer is the same as no answer.

Wen Qing asked: [What is the official explanation of the strange copy? 】

001 paused and said to him: [There is no official explanation. 】

Wen Qing was stunned: [Ah? 】

001 said calmly: [Human-level, strange and god-level are just three copies of different difficulties, and the rewards of the three copies are different. 】

Wen Qing couldn't help frowning: [Isn't it based on the boss's level? 】

001 no longer speaks.

Can't you say that?

Wen Qing murmured in her heart, and said to 001: [Go ahead and watch the movie, I'll ask someone else. 】

001: […]

Wen Qing tilted her head and wanted to ask Jiang Yan, but she just met Jiang Yan's direct gaze.

Jiang Yan had been looking at him just now,

Wen Qing inexplicably felt that he looked a bit like Song Xuan?

He was stunned for a moment, then asked straight to the point: "Do you know that the level of the dungeon is related to the level of the boss?"

"Did you just think about this just now?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

Wen nodded lightly.

Jiang Yan curled his eyebrows and replied, "Of course it has something to do with it, it determines the boss's upper limit."

Wen Qing pondered for a while, and then asked again: "That means that there is really no god in the strange copy?"

Jiang Yan looked at Wen Qing deeply, "There will be no gods."

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Yan say again: "But if God has only strange abilities, or no abilities at all, it is the same as ordinary people."

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan dumbfounded.

Jiang Yan continued: "The dungeon level represents the difficulty, and the statement related to the boss level is just summed up by everyone."

"If God is like ordinary people, to us, he is not a threat, just an ordinary person."

Wen Qing understood.

This copy may really be related to Ji Yu.

Jiang Yan curled his lips and asked slowly, "So why do you suspect it has something to do with God?"

"Fiercely."

He crossed his legs, swayed his toes, and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "This is a strange copy, players won't think of God."

"Are you doubting God?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, he was doubting God.

But he couldn't say anything about the guide.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Yan didn't ask any further questions. He whistled, held his chin, smiled and said meaningfully, "Sure enough, men with secrets are the most charming."

"Wen Meng come over and let my sister kiss her."

As soon as the voice fell, the rooftop door was slammed open.

Song Xuan stood on the backlit side, his hair was slightly messy, and his breathing was a little short, apparently running up.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yan coldly: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yan raised his chin slightly and said casually, "You're flirting."

Wen Qing: "..."

Song Xuan's face darkened, and he walked quickly to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing: "...We're just chatting."

Song Xuan glanced at Jiang Yan and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Wen Qing mumbled, not knowing what to say.

They were talking about the copy.

Of course not to tell Song Xuan.

Seeing this, Song Xuan's face became even more stinky: "Is there anything I can't know?"

Jiang Yan said with a smile: "It's flirting."

Wen Qing: "..."

He knew that Jiang Yan and Song Xuan were not dealing with each other, but he didn't expect that he was still struggling at such a time.

"you"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Xuan glanced at Jiang Yan coldly, then stared at himself, his brows full of hostility: "Did he molest you?"

Wen Qing was silent.

The conversation between Song Xuan and Jiang Yan eased his tense nerves a little.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Wen Qing couldn't help but shuddered.

He gathered up his sleeves and did not answer Song Xuan's question.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan, who had a stinky face, and Jiang Yan, who was smiling, and changed the subject: "It's a little cold."

The two stalemates looked at him at the same time and said in unison, "Is it cold?"

Wen Qing exhaled and continued to change the subject: "How long are we going to stay here?"

"Will you wait until the next notification from Fu Ranxiu?"

Song Xuan glanced at the time and said, "No need."

"Come on, go to sleep."

Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "Sleep?"

Song Xuan replied: "They all went back to the dormitory to rest."

"This point will be fine."

Jiang Yan snorted lightly.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, these people are really playing players.

The players were frightened, and they went back to the dormitory to sleep.

The teaching building is currently safe. Jiang Yan looked at it as he walked, stopped at the door of an office, pried the door, and said to the two, "Just here."

This is a separate small office, with desks and chairs occupying half of the area, and a single folding bed is placed on the remaining space.

Song Xuan directly said to Wen Qing, "You sleep."

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan: "Go to sleep."

Song Xuan's face darkened again, staring at Jiang Yan deeply.

Jiang Yan chuckled: "I'm not sleepy, you rest first."

Wen Qing was really sleepy, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then call me in an hour."

Song Xuan was about to scold Jiang Yan when he heard Wen Qing say again, "The three of us take turns to rest."

us, three...

Song Xuan was slightly stunned, and instinctively ignored Jiang Yan.

Wen Qing was concerned about him.

Wen Qing didn't go to bed and said, "I'll go to the toilet first."

Song Xuan immediately followed.

Wen Qing stopped and turned to look at him: "Are you going too?"

Song Xuan hummed: "Look at you."

Wen Qing: "..."

"Need not!"

After speaking, he immediately walked out of the office and closed the door by the way.

Only Song Xuan and Jiang Yan were left in the office.

Song Xuan leaned against the wall and stared at Jiang Yan.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, and there was a slight pain in the part where Wen Qing had bitten.

Song Xuan deliberately raised his hand and touched the scar on his lower lip with his fingertips.

Jiang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Because of this incident, I have been coaxing me for a long time just now."

Even if he knew it was fake and Jiang Yan was talking nonsense, Song Xuan's face was still cold: "Don't think I don't beat women."

Jiang Yan laughed and said casually, "Don't think you beat me."

When Wen Qing returned to the door of the office, she heard a slight movement inside, like fists intersecting and someone was fighting.

He quickly opened the door, and the office was peaceful.

Song Xuan was sitting on a chair, Jiang Yan leaned against the wall, his eyebrows twitched.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Wen Qing couldn't help but say, "I seemed to hear something just now."

Jiang Yan stroked the hem of his skirt, pressed the bruises on his legs, and said with a smile, "I'm concerned about Song Xuan's physical health."

Hearing this, Wen Qing turned to look at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan put his hand behind the table, hid the wound, and sneered, "I'm concerned about this woman's mental state."

Wen Qing: "..."

Just don't fight.

"I slept."

"Call me in an hour."

After speaking, Wen Qing lay down on the folding bed to rest.

Song Xuan and Jiang Yan looked at each other and stopped talking.

An hour later, no one called Wen Qing.

Two hours later, Wen Qing was still asleep.

Three hours

six in the morning

The screen of the phone in Wen Qing's pocket flashed, and two text messages popped up: [Hello.】

【Are you looking for a criminal choice?】