Taking advantage of the confusion in the classroom, Xiao Lan pretended to be watching the excitement, but in fact he took the opportunity to observe the students present.

The former principal, Mrs. Weld, said that Cliff College was established for special children, but most of the students in this classroom looked normal except for a few who seemed to have physical disabilities or some intellectual disabilities.

Even looking at the current situation, they all have the liveliness and enthusiasm of young people, and they get along very naturally with their classmates. It doesn't match Xiao Lan's original guess that they may have psychological problems.

It is not yet clear what is so special about these students.

The sound of the glass being overturned one after another, and all kinds of messy situations emerged one after another. Luo Mai quickly moved between the seats of the students with his long legs, like a busy lifeguard.

With a smile on his face, he dealt with the situation caused by the students quickly and gracefully, but he had a new understanding of the confusing behavior of human beings——

Humans are indeed difficult creatures to understand.

The students' enthusiasm for the situation grew, and Mrs. Weld later had to announce that points would be deducted for making too many mistakes in class, preventing several students from trying to study the explosion in the beaker.

When the get out of class was over, Xiao Lan packed up the table with the students and left.

Luo, on the other hand, followed the headmaster.

It seems that the two have no chance to act together for the time being, but it is not bad to find clues from two angles. After all, the identity of students has many obstacles on campus.

——

Back to the bedroom.

The dormitories of Cliff College are all single rooms, and there is no problem of students interfering with each other at night. The dormitory is very quiet, and it seems that you can sleep well.

After washing up, Xiao Lan lay on the bed and suddenly felt that the silence in the room was a bit excessive.

When he was in the game, he always acted with Luo, even when they were sleeping, they were mostly together. In reality or in the player's residence, the two are just separated by a wall.

It seems like a rare experience to be completely separated like this.

Xiao Lan actually felt that she was not used to it.

Habits are a terrible thing.

Lying on the bed, Xiao Lan took out the envelope from the storage space when he first met Luo. The envelope was still the same as it was at the time, with a European-style shape, and a piece of paper that was not very particular. It was still written in that familiar handwriting. with "Lo".

It's just that the props description changed from "This is Zhang Dong's approval for you, because you are poorer than him, but this envelope looks like a random supermarket, market, slow sale, after they cleared the game for the first time. goods", became "your life will always have my company until the end of everything".

Xiao Lan's fingertips rubbed the surface of the envelope, recalling that when the two first met, he was just a stunned newcomer, and Luo was just a dark shadow.

It seemed like a long time ago, but in reality it was only a few months.

Xiao Lan was staring at the envelope in a daze, but the handwriting on the envelope suddenly changed:

【Is something wrong, sir? 】

Xiao Lan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to face this problem suddenly, and there was still a sense of emptiness in his heart, as if he was caught doing something bad, but he didn't know exactly what he was doing.

Seeing that Xiao Lan did not respond, the handwriting changed again:

[There is part of my body in the envelope, if you have anything, you can write on the envelope to communicate with me, I can feel it]

[However, the voice cannot be conveyed]

There was part of Luo's body in the envelope. Luo had told him before that Xiao Lan didn't think about it.

Now that he was reminded, he realized that if there was part of Luo's body in the envelope, didn't he just touch it...

Not only that, Xiao Lan had written on the envelope before. If Luo's face and figure were brought in, the picture would be a little too exciting.

stop... can't think about it...

Xiao Lan patted her face and stopped her thinking running in a strange direction.

He quickly found a corner on the envelope and wrote:

[It's okay, I just took out the envelope by accident]

【Good night】

After writing it, he regretted it a little bit. Good night, Luo didn't need to sleep. He didn't have a good night in his life. If it was good night, Luo would almost have an accident.

After a while, Luo's handwriting appeared slowly and slowly, and did not care about the question of good night:

【Good night, sir, I wish you a good dream】

"Huh..." Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

He put the envelope back into the storage space, lay down peacefully back on the bed and closed his eyes: "Let's just sleep honestly."

Xiao Lan's sleep quality has always been good, even if there is an extra episode before going to bed, he quickly falls asleep.

——

Xiao Lan rarely dreamed, but this time was an exception.

In the darkness, his vision gradually became clearer, and what caught his eye was the familiar Gothic building corridor.

Why is this copy in the dream? Xiao Lan was a little puzzled.

Xiao Lan looked at himself and found that he was still wearing the school uniform of Cliff College. He could not see his face for the time being, but judging from his hands, he still looked fifteen years old.

The only difference is that at the moment, a piece of cloth is wrapped around his wrist. The dressing method is very poor. The wrapping is in a mess and it is not breathable. It may cause the wound to fester. At first glance, it is the work of a non-professional.

That is……

Xiao Lan recalled that when he was fifteen years old, because his father disappeared and his mother suddenly fell ill, his life became a mess, and he had to try cooking by himself.

However, he may not be born with the talent related to cooking. The first time he cooked, he injured himself, especially the scald of his wrist. After the injury was healed, he left a deep scar, which still remains to this day. exist.

Why did he dream of when he was fifteen years old?

Is it a dream day and night?

Before he could think clearly, Xiao Lan in the dream had already moved. Looking at the surrounding environment, he should be planning to go towards the bedroom.

However, just as he was on his way, several teenagers who were also wearing school uniforms appeared not far away.

They looked at Xiao Lan with ridicule and banter in their eyes, as if they were watching a good show.

"Look, an unlucky newcomer."

"This kid is really underage, he actually entered the game field of this difficulty, haha."

"Sympathy for him? Why don't you go and tell him the rules?"

"I don't. Anyway, the newcomer will die sooner or later."

"Want to come and guess how he would die?"

"I guess he's going to die in any death trap."

"I think he will die at the hands of the NPC."

"Maybe it will die at the hands of those lunatics..."

"Tsk, it's better to commit suicide when it falls into the hands of those lunatics."

These people did not keep their voices low when discussing him, the maliciousness and indifference in their voices were unabashedly exposed.

Xiao Lan could feel the doubts and fears in her heart in her dream.

He didn't seem to understand why he appeared here, and why he was arranged to enter this strange school. What were the few people who just spoke talking about?

What newcomers, what arenas, what rules...

And what do they mean by lunatics?

In the dream, Xiao Lan walked towards the people who were talking, trying to get an answer from them. However, seeing the other party all dispersed in a hurry, the speed of those few people was unbelievably fast, and he couldn't even catch up with the first place runner in the usual sports meeting, so he could only stand in place alone.

"How...how did they run so fast?" Xiao Lan in the dream asked suspiciously.

However, no one came out to explain his doubts. He could only go to the dormitory to rest first as the principal said before.

At this moment, Xiao Lan's state is very strange. He can use the perspective of himself in his dreams to feel his inner activities, but he is completely unable to control his actions.

He seems to be both an insider and an outsider.

Watching, thinking but not participating.

The situation he encountered in the dream reminded him of what Cheng Wenyi had mentioned before, the previous coming to the world.

According to Cheng Wenyi, at that time, there was no level distinction between players and dungeons, there was no novice field, and it was even common for players to kill each other.

Very similar to the current situation.

In the dream, the young Xiao Lan was still walking forward.

Suddenly, a sound of fast running came from behind him.

The boy looked back subconsciously.

However, he suddenly felt that his neck was being restrained by a chain that was cold and hard and smelled of rust. The strength of the restraint on his neck was so strong that he instantly felt the threat of death.

"Hahahahaha, I can't live anyway... Newcomers... Newcomers can't live either..."

"Why don't I take you on your way!"

The man's hoarse voice sounded from the back of Xiao Lan's head, and the madness and coldness in his tone made people feel chills down his spine.

The chains around his neck were getting tighter and tighter. The feeling of suffocation made Xiao Lan's face turn red, and his mind felt like it was about to explode. Every pulse of blood seemed to be a loud noise.

Teenager trying to struggle.

He is very good at sports, and is considered a good combat force among his peers. But how could a minor ordinary person be the opponent of a player who has been strengthened by the game.

Even if he is only facing a hopeless customs clearance, the same is true of the poor bastard who is driven mad by the pressure of death.

"Struggle! Go on! Come on! Come on! Hahahaha, I love watching you little bugs struggle!"

Seemingly pleased by the boy's struggles, the chains around his neck loosened a little, but after he breathed a little, they tightened again.

"Hmm—" The boy let out a painful groan, feeling that his neck was about to be strangled.

He understood that the maniac that those people mentioned before probably meant the guy who was strangling his neck now.

"Hahahahaha..." Facing the pain of the teenager, the attacker became more and more happy.

It seems that only the dying struggle of the prey can make him feel strong and overcome the fear of death in his heart.

Teenagers on the front line of life and death also noticed this.

In the agony of suffocation, he pretended that he was dying, trying to cheat for a moment of respite.

Sure enough, seeing that his prey was about to die, the man who was not enjoying himself once again loosened the chains in his hands.

Seizing this opportunity, the boy slammed his head against the opponent's chin.

The violent impact made the attacker's head dizzy briefly, and the movements of his hands could not help but relax again.

The teenager seized the opportunity and fled directly from the opponent's chains.

He didn't have time to check his own injury, just glanced back hastily, remembered the tall and strong figure of the other party, and then used all his strength to find a random direction to escape.

By the time the attacker recovered from his stun, his prey had fled his sight.

"Bah—" The tall attacker spat out a bloody saliva. This was the impact that had just smashed his mouth. He looked around gloomily, "You can't run away, little brat."

——

The boy ran away in a panic.

On the way, he saw one of the few people who pointed at him before, and he stretched out his hand towards the other party, trying to ask for help——

But he met a pair of mocking eyes.

The boy's movements stopped, and with such eyes, it was obvious that this person would not help him.

The man really didn't mean to help, he leaned his hand against the wall, and his tone was full of jokes: "It's good luck, little guy, I don't know if there will be such luck in a while, those lunatics are not so easy. gave up."

The young man turned his head to look at the empty path, his unease and fear were clamoring in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, the escape just now had exhausted his body, but he didn't dare to stop. The young man glanced at the indifferent passer-by, and continued to run on a path that the other side couldn't see clearly.

——

I don't know how long ran, but it was already dark.

The teenager was surprised to find that he was completely unable to leave the academy.

Whether it was over the wall or over the gate, it was like an invisible barrier that blocked him from the inside of this academy.

The exhausted teenager found an vacant room and hid in it temporarily.

"Cough cough cough..." He clutched his neck and couldn't help coughing. Now his whole neck is burning with pain, and the feeling of being nearly strangled to death is not at all wonderful.

The boy who finally recovered his breath now felt cold and hungry. He searched the room, trying to find something to feed his stomach or keep him warm.

However, it is unknown how long this room has been empty, and there is nothing but dust and debris.

The teenager opened the last cabinet in frustration, only to harvest the dust rustling from the cabinet door.

"Cough..." The boy who was choked by dust tried to close the cabinet, but noticed a card in the corner that was not stained with dust. In this environment, a thing that was not stained with dust looked a little conspicuous.

He reached out and picked up the card, and when he touched the card, writing appeared on the card:

[Name: Poverty cannot limit my imagination (bound)]

[Ability: 1. Imagine an ability and give it to yourself within five minutes. The poorer the ability, the stronger the ability (not activated, activation requires 20 million poverty points) 2. Enhance the player's physical fitness according to the degree of poverty (passive, not activated)]

【Cooling time: 24h】

[Explanation: Although I am poor, I can dream! This is the last stubbornness of the poor ghost]

The moment he saw the card clearly, the card disappeared.

At the same time, he felt that he had an extra skill in his mind, the weird thing he just saw.

"Skills... is this playing a game?" The boy's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he still didn't know much about his current situation. "It still needs to be activated. What is the poverty value?"

He tried to imagine an ability according to the skill, but unfortunately there was no response at all.

"It seems that it must be activated before it can be used." The disgraced young man sighed and sat down in frustration.

Xiao Lan, who was on the sidelines, felt very surprised—his skills! Why is it here! ?

Although it is not a problem to say that my dream will fill in the things I am familiar with, but this dream is too coherent, it seems that it really happened.

He began to wonder, is this really just a dream?

The dream time continues.

The moon had come out, but it was half obscured by thick clouds, and only a little light was revealed.

The cold and hungry teenager looked out the window.

It can't go on like this, he needs to find some food.

He was in adolescence when he was prone to hunger, and he was very hungry even if he didn't eat a meal.

Now that he is being chased and killed again, he has been running all the way again, his physical strength has already been exhausted, his entire stomach is empty, and loud abdominal rumblings are heard from time to time.

The young man even suspected that if things went on like this, the sound from his stomach alone would be enough to attract the guy who attacked him.

The boy cautiously stuck his head out, looked around carefully, and walked towards the direction of the restaurant that the principal had said before.

He tried hard to hide his tracks and walked forward with the help of the building's shelter.

Finally, the location of the restaurant was in sight, and hope appeared in the boy's eyes——

"caught you"

At the corner in front, there appeared the tall figure that the young man had only seen once. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, holding a thick iron chain in his hand, showing a hideous smile at the young man.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't talk nonsense with the other party, he just turned around and ran away.

"This time, you can't escape." A frantic and murderous voice came from behind him, accompanied by footsteps running at high speed.

The young man did not dare to look back, but just ran with all his strength.

He knew very well that if he slowed down, he probably wouldn't have a second chance to escape.

The two chased each other again under the moonlight. The campus was very quiet late at night, and not a single person could be seen.

But the young man was really tired, and the remaining physical strength did not last long, and he clearly felt his body became heavy.

The attacker behind him had already rested for a long time, and even had a leisurely meal, and his physical strength was very sufficient. In addition, he was already physically strong, and it was not effortless at all to chase a teenager who was almost overdrawn.

Rather than chasing, it is better to say that he was just experiencing the pleasure of the prey's desperate escape.

Finally, in a corridor, the chasing attacker waved the chains and knocked down the escaping teenager in front of him.

"Hmm—" The boy fell heavily to the ground and made a "bang" sound, which sounded very painful.

"Hey, it's almost enough, you just die obediently." The attacker slowly approached the boy.

The teen was crawling on the ground, but still tried to brace himself away from him.

"If you want to blame, go blame it for coming to the world—" The attacker waved the chains at the boy again.

The boy who had been slapped once knew how painful it was. He rolled to the side with all his strength, barely avoiding the blow.

One after another attacked towards him, and the boy reluctantly dodged.

Unfortunately, the scope of the corridor is limited, the teenager has been forced to the end of the corridor, and there is no other way out except for a closed wooden door behind him.

"Hahaha—" the attacker laughed, waving the chain with all his strength.

"Boom—" The heavy chain shattered the wooden door.

The young man tightened his body at the last moment and curled up at the corner of the door to avoid the blow. However, because the door was shattered, the young man's body also fell towards the inside of the door.

The light in the room shone on the boy, and also illuminated the crisis of death behind him.

The cold chain strangled his neck again, and the pain of suffocation struck again.

In a trance, the boy felt as if he could smell the aroma of black tea.

"You're disturbing me," said a low, magnetic male voice in a tone that was so elegant that he seemed to be holding an afternoon tea party.

"Go away! Don't make trouble for Lao Tzu!" the attacker shouted rudely at the other party, "Little white face, I will kill you together later."

"Oh, it seems that I have to defend myself." The elegant male voice said.

"Bah! I warn you—"

In the next instant, the young man felt that the force on his neck that he could hardly resist disappeared.

The boy lowered his head, only to see the pair of hands holding the chains beside him disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He turned around and found that the guy who had been chasing him, disappeared in front of his eyes like a magic spell.

The young man who escaped from death was panting rapidly, breathing the long-lost air with a big mouth. He barely supported himself on the ground, feeling that he had almost no strength.

The footsteps of leather shoes on the ground sounded, approaching the boy step by step.

Finally stopped not far from him.

"What an unfortunate child. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

The boy raised his head following the voice, and saw the shiny black leather shoes, the straight and slender legs, and the teacher's uniform that resembled a dress——

Then there is a handsome face with light gold eyes, an elegant smile on his lips, a straight nose, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with glasses chains.

The man was holding out his hand to him.

Xiao Lan, who was watching the dream, felt a pounding in his head, and he was all too familiar with this face.

This person is - Luo.