Baili Xin was assigned to a brand new dormitory. Although it was also a four-person room, it was different from the one in Class C. The space of the four-person room here was half that of the Class C dormitory. It had a matching bathroom, but it was very narrow.
There are two beds in the room, bunk beds, and no desk.
Not only that, the bed is also smaller than a normal single bed, only 200 cm long and 60 cm wide.
Baili Xin could just lie on it, but Su Fan, who was 195cm tall, was in a miserable state.
He was like a little bully who had taken over the crib, with two words written all over his face: frustrated.
Because their grades were similar, Baili Xin, Su Fan and Xia Chi were still in the same dormitory, but the situation of the other person was a bit tricky.
An apple face with a base score of 260, plus the usual bonus and deduction points.
My grades were very close to theirs, and we were assigned to the same dormitory.
When Baili Xin walked into the dormitory, he saw Apple Face curled up in the corner of the lower bunk, his surprised little eyes full of confusion.
Baili Xin: "..."
This unlucky child.
The atmosphere in the dormitory was a bit depressing. After turning off the lights, Baili Xin was washing up in the dark. When he looked up, he saw a miserable male ghost hanging upside down on the wall in the dark reflective mirror.
The hair fell in front of Baili Xin like a waterfall. The red-clothed senior stared at Baili Xin with tears in his eyes. His tears flowed back into his hair, "Wuwuwu."
Baili Xin paused for a moment while holding the towel: "..."
Good brother, why are you crying? Shouldn't I be the one crying
Baili Xin wiped her face with a towel and whispered to comfort her, "Okay, don't cry anymore."
The senior in red sobbed, "It's really Sheng'er, he's back."
"His facial features have changed, he's bald, and he's crazy."
“Woo woo woo.”
Baili Xin: "Uh, Mr. Sheng, there doesn't seem to be any problem with your hair volume?"
Senior in red: "You know what, his hair was much thicker in high school than it is now."
Baili Xin: "So what are your plans? Meeting him?"
"No," the red-clothed senior directly rejected the suggestion, "I don't want him to see me like this."
"But why would he come back here? He obviously hates this school the most."
Baili Xin: "..."
Moreover, Teacher Sheng obviously remembered Xiao Jing, but pretended not to know her.
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A small bed also has its advantages.
Because there was no extra space, Su Fan gave up harassing him at night.
The next few days were peaceful.
Baili Xin still uses the morning exercise time to feed the little monsters in the fence on the fifth floor every morning.
As the feeding time increased day by day, the little monster's originally skinny body became plump visibly.
On the ninth day, Wensong High School was supposed to conduct the third placement test, but for some unknown reason, the test was cancelled.
Students in Class A are still in Class A, and students in Class B are still in Class B.
During the break, Baili Xin stood in the corridor with a deep look in his eyes.
Su Fan: "What are you looking at?"
Baili Xin looked at the people coming and going in the corridor and asked a few people who came over, "Have you noticed that there is plenty of space on this floor for the B-type class?"
Zhou Guang and Li Cancan were stunned for a moment.
Li Cancan: “I noticed that.”
“I thought it was an illusion.”
"In the past, when I went to the toilet, the queue would be around a hundred people, but now it seems that there are fewer people."
“But since when did it decrease?”
Baili Xin: "It's not that the number of players has decreased suddenly. Although the classes composed of our players have not changed, I have observed the classes of NPCs next door. A few people disappear every day."
"But because the space is narrow and there are so many denominators, a few missing numbers can be almost ignored compared to the relatively large number."
"But after a while, this disappearance can still be noticed."
Everyone looked at each other, some of them unable to figure out what Baili Xin wanted to express.
Zhou Guang was the type of person who was most willing to put his ideas into practice. After listening to Baili Xin's words, he immediately walked over to the NPC class next door, counted the people, and then returned to the group and said in a deep voice, "God Xin is right. The class next door started out the same as ours, with 50 people. I just counted and there are only 35 left."
Liang Xi: "Why are there so many fewer people? Did they disappear little by little in the past few days? I didn't notice it at all. No, I should say I noticed it."
His voice paused in the air for two seconds. "When I went to the toilet, I felt that there was more space. I was just glad that I could solve my problem earlier. I didn't realize that the number of NPCs had decreased."
"But what does this mean?"
"Wouldn't it be good for us if there were fewer of them?"
Baili Xin stood at the end of the corridor, looking into the distance where people were coming and going: "Let's go check out other classrooms."
A few people had no objection and hurried to check other classrooms after hearing what was said.
A few minutes later, they walked back.
Zhou Guang: "Class 2 is short of 15 people."
Li Cancan: "There are 13 fewer people in Class 3."
Xia Chi: "Class 4 is missing 14 people."
Liang Xi: "Class 5 is about the same, with 15 fewer people."
In total, there are more than fifty people missing.
Baili Xin looked at Class B-1 above the player classroom and asked, "Guess when it will be Class 1's turn?"
These few words made several people present suddenly gasp.
Xia Chi: "But, didn't everyone make any mistakes?"
Zhou Guang's eyes were somewhat gloomy: "I don't know if you have heard of it."
"There's a saying that goes, teachers' attention will be drawn to two types of students. One is the top students, and the other is the naughty and disruptive students."
"And those unknown students in the middle, who behave themselves but have no sense of existence, are the most likely to be ignored by teachers."
"Even if it suddenly disappeared, there would be no sense of existence."
"The Type B class in Wensong High School might be this kind of class."
"But even if that's the case, they wouldn't disappear for no reason," Liang Xi stared at the class sign of Class 1 nervously, "Could it be that we are overthinking it
Only the NPC class, the players in our class will not disappear."
"The disappearance may be due to resource shortages." Baili Xin unconsciously put his finger on his chin and analyzed, "In the animal world, when resources are severely scarce, species will increase their survival rate by reducing their numbers."
"But this is a game world, and many things are illogical."
Li Cancan tucked a bunch of messy hair behind her ear and asked with some fear: "If the disappearance of the NPC class students is just the beginning, then the class B where the players are is very likely to be the reality. What should we do? What is the pattern of disappearance? Can we guarantee that it is not us who disappear?"
Baili Xin: "I don't know the pattern of disappearance yet. But according to Zhou Guang's analysis, those with the least presence are most likely to disappear, so I should try to increase my presence."
Liang Xi's face turned pale, "But how can we increase our presence?"
When a few people were still whispering together, the voice of the system suddenly popped up in everyone's mind.
Ding!
1 player has died, and there are currently 83 players left.
[Campus Dungeon], survival time is 18 days, current game progress is 9/18 days. The total number of players in the game is 100, and the current number of remaining players is 83.
The conversation between the few people stopped abruptly, and they looked at the prompt in the taskbar in confusion.
"A player died?" Li Cancan lowered his voice, "Is it from our class B?"
The bell for class was about to ring, and Baili Xin walked into the classroom: "I don't know, go in and count the number of people."
After several people walked into the classroom and sat in their seats, the teacher hadn't yet arrived, so Baili Xin raised his head and glanced around the classroom.
A few players still didn't come back, but the table that originally had 50 seats still had 50 seats.
The players all heard the prompt on the taskbar. With only a death announcement, this message not only failed to provide the players with information, but also made them even more terrified.
The system prompt sound suddenly rang again.
Ding!
2 players died, and there are currently 81 players left.
The whispered discussions suddenly became louder.
"How come three people died at once?!"
"What happened? Was it the players from our class? Or the players from other classes?"
"There are still several people in our class who haven't come back yet. Could it be them?"
"Hey, does anyone know these players who didn't come?"
"They look familiar, but I don't know them. It's too crowded, who has time to remember others? What do they look like?"
"I don't know him either. Let's just concentrate on surviving."
Baili Xin turned his head to look at those locations.
He remembered that there were people sitting in those seats and he also remembered their names.
These people have always had a weak presence. They sit there alone the entire time, whether in class or after class, never speak, and usually do things alone.
Until the bell rang, the last three people did not appear in the classroom.
The players' discussion intensified: "Fuck, the people who won't disappear are from our class, right?"
"Oh my god, what the hell is going on? After nine days of silence, is there finally a killing going on in the school?"
"Although late, but arrived?"
"Stop kidding, can someone explain what's going on?"
"Although I know that three students in our class have disappeared, it's strange that I don't even know who these three players are? Do you still remember them?"
"No, I don't remember."
“I don’t remember either.”
"Three players disappeared from our class? Is it really our class? Didn't our class only have 47 people at the beginning?"
"Oh, yes, there are only 47 people. Where did the extra three players come from?"
Baili Xin silently observed the players' performance. In just a few minutes, they went from being terrified at first to being numb, and finally completely lost the memory of those three players.
It's as if it had never appeared.
Baili Xin patted Xia Chi's hand and pointed to a position at the back: "Xia Chi, do you still remember the students there?"
Xia Chi looked at Baili Xin in confusion: "Brother, there has never been anyone there."
"Isn't it always empty?"
Baili Xin and Su Fan looked at each other: "..."
The loneliest thing in the world is that I have been to this world, but no one knows.
Baili Xin thought of President Huang, who once said a meaningful sentence at the award ceremony.
When he said he was in Class B, the other party once said that "Class B is short of resources and may face danger." Is this the danger that President Huang was talking about
His mind was shaken and Baili Xin's vision became blurry, as if some memory was about to disappear.
His eyes flashed and he took out a small carving knife from his schoolbag.
As soon as the carving knife put down the last stroke, the memory of those three people completely disappeared from Baili Xin's mind.
The young man turned his head hesitantly to look at Su Fan, and then heard Su Fan ask: "What are you doing with the knife?"
Baili Xin lowered his head and was stunned when he saw the marks of carving on the corner of the table.
What was he doing with the pen just now
Baili Xin's eyes suddenly became stern. His memory has always been good, but he forgot why he picked up the carving knife and carved something on the table.
Did he lose some memory
What memory had he lost? What had he originally intended to carve on the table
Baili Xin asked the s419m in his mind in a trance: Do you know what happened just now
s419m: I don’t know, host.
Escape System: I don’t know either.
Listening to the answers from the two systems, Baili Xin stared at the table in front of him and fell into deep thought.
He stared at the table for a while, then looked up and glanced around the classroom, and finally focused all his attention on the last three empty tables.
Baili Xin tugged at Xia Chi: "Xia Chi, were there people at those three tables before?"
Xia Chi was confused: "No, brother, you have already asked me once, why are you asking me again now?"
Baili Xin was stunned.
Has he already asked this
Why doesn't he remember
Baili Xin: "When did I ask you?"
Xia Chi: “Just two minutes ago.”
In two minutes, he asked the table twice in a row, which was definitely not a coincidence.
The teacher had not yet entered the classroom, and Baili Xin came to the last three tables in full view of everyone.
The table was clean and tidy, without any sign of life, and it was impossible to tell that anyone had ever sat here.
Just as he was about to return to his position, Baili Xin's eyes accidentally swept across a corner.
In the gap at the upper right corner of the table, there is a strand of golden hair.
Blonde? Are there any players who have blonde hair in this dungeon
He took the blonde hair out and twisted it twice in his hand, then returned to his seat and stared at the blonde hair thoughtfully.
He opened the taskbar, glanced at the death toll, and his eyes became serious again.
"Xia Chi," Baili Xin called Xia Chi again, "The number of players who died in the task bar is 19. Do you remember how they died?"
Xia Chi said without hesitation: "Eighteen people died when they started running, and one died when he left school at night."
He blinked, "What's wrong, brother? You look a little serious, is there something wrong?"
Baili Xin: "Do you remember that there are players with blond hair?"
Xia Chi thought hard again, and finally shook his head: "No, it seems that except for Boss Su Fan who is in the white color of Shamatte, the others are all black."
Su Fan was suddenly called out: "..."
You don't want to live anymore, right? You are the one who is killing Matt, your whole family is killing Matt.
Twirling the blonde hair between his index finger and thumb, Baili Xin nodded, "Okay, I get it."
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Studio.
What happened? They seem to have collective amnesia.
It's not amnesia, it's forgetfulness. Just forgetting those players who have no sense of existence.
Even God Xin has lost his memory. I wonder if all the players in Class B will disappear bit by bit due to his memory loss? That's so scary.
It seemed like they had been here, but also like they hadn't been here.
Isn't the forgetting of this copy similar to the punishment for failing the game? If we die in the game, all traces of our existence in reality will be completely wiped out.
Hiss, this copy is so ironic. You see, the pressure of top students is to study hard, the pressure of middle-level students is too mediocre, and the pressure of poor students is to be insulted and despised.
It’s not easy at any stage of study.
Thinking about it this way, I couldn’t tell which part was the worst.
They are all pretty miserable, but if I really have to say, I think segment b is the worst. At least a and c have a sense of existence, but segment b is nowhere to be found. I feel miserable because I am probably at this stage. Whatever I do is ordinary. I can't be seen in a crowd of people and I am often ignored. I am not much more, and I am not much less. The most miserable thing about people like us is that we seem to have very little say.
But in fact, most people are in segment b, and there are too few people in segments a and c.
Yes, we are all mediocre. When a person can calmly accept his or her mediocrity, he or she is almost awake.
Remember to die of laughter, not appropriate
Cooperation is not an option either.
I envy you. If I were to make an analogy, I would be in class C. Every time I want to be lazy, I will be caught by the teacher. I am always the focus of the teacher. It is too difficult.
Class A was also very stressful. I was always in the top three in the school in junior high school, elementary school and high school. Once I was in the top three, the pressure from my parents, teachers and myself came one after another. Others said that for students who did well in exams, learning was a kind of happiness, but I never felt happy, I only felt pain. I was afraid, afraid of doing poorly in the exam. This fear became stronger after I went to college. I used to be the top student in our school, but I found that others were so outstanding after I went to college.
All I can say is that no one is perfect, so I’ll refuse to compete to ensure my safety. My family members, we are all ordinary people. Is it so difficult to admit that we are not good enough
… You can’t do that! I can do it!
It's so funny, if you can do it, go ahead.
Who are you going to fuck? You
roll!
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When Xia Chi turned his head back, Baili Xin was already completely certain that he had lost some of his memories.
At those three tables, there has been at least one player with yellow hair.
It's just that he forgot.
The air was still tight. Baili Xin stared at the tiny strand of hair, feeling as if something was stirring in his mind.
Blonde hair, he seemed to have seen it somewhere.
Where exactly is it
Deep in memory, memory fragments seem to be locked in a locked box.
Something seemed like it was about to overflow at any second, but it was tightly locked inside and could not break free from the shackles.
In the distance, the quarrel among the players suddenly caught Baili Xin's attention.
"Hey, stop squeezing me! Don't go too far!"
"It's obviously you who's pushing me, you fat bastard. You're covered in fat, look at how much space you're taking up. Damn."
"You are scolding me. Do you believe I will report you? What about the front and back desks? Everyone else is the front desk's brother, but you are the front desk's enemy."
Report... Front and back desks...
A tiny picture suddenly appeared in Baili Xin's mind.
Just as the two men were fighting for territorial rights, Baili Xin's loosened memory suddenly appeared in his mind.
He remembered!
The owner of the blonde hair.
The young man who was promoted from Class C to Class B and dyed his hair blond.
Telling tales is unwelcome anywhere. Although Golden Retriever got to Class B as he wished, he simply kept a low profile because he was despised.
Different from his rampant behavior in Class C, Huangmao is extremely honest in Class B and wishes to minimize his presence.
Once the box of sealed memories is opened, they will surge forth like a flood.
He not only thought of Huangmao, but also the other two players.
They didn't disappear at the beginning, but just disappeared!
Because of its weak presence, it not only disappears from the game, but is also completely erased from the players' memories.
But what is the limit of low sense of presence
Is it that a certain number of people have no impression of him and don’t know him
The tense atmosphere caused by the death of the player had long disappeared along with the disappearance of the memory.
The classroom door was pushed open, and the teacher who was five minutes late finally appeared in the classroom as expected.
The teacher wore a black shirt inside and a pure white coat outside. His legs, which were straighter than a model's, stepped on the podium, and the old podium immediately made a "creaking" sound.
The abrupt sounds are like little mice, tickling the hearts of many players.
"Damn, Dr. Handsome is here to teach us again."
"I'm going to faint. Are NPCs so good-looking these days? Too handsome, right?"
"Although Dr. Jia has a strong aura, he is really super handsome. Wow, I want him to teach me a lifetime lesson."
After putting down the textbook, Dr. Jijia glanced around the classroom, picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote the topic of the class on the blackboard.
Baili Xin held his chin with his hand and looked at the back of the hypocritical doctor leisurely. The white coat naturally raised a beautiful arc at the lower back.
Tsk tsk.
It's quite curvy.
It’s worthy of being called a male dog waist.
Baili Xin's blatant admiration caused strong dissatisfaction from the big boss Su Fan next to him. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that Doctor Jia is quite popular among students."
"If you attract so many women like this, will you be able to spend your life with your partner peacefully?"
"Will it be insecure to be his lover?"
"Besides, he is a doctor. In the eyes of doctors, there is no gender, only patients. That being said, people are people. How can it be possible that there is really no distinction between men and women?"
"He comes into contact with all kinds of patients and bodies every day. I wonder if he will lose control and suddenly give the patient a full physical examination."
Su Fan paused, leaned over to Baili Xin's ear and bit his earlobe, and said in a deep voice from his lungs: "You are simply not a man of integrity."
"I'm different. I'm going to work as a mechanic in the future. The only person I can touch with my own hands is my lover."
"I will definitely be a good boyfriend in the future. Even those who graduated from the Men's Morality Class are not as professional as me."
"Baili Xin, if it were you, between a young, energetic, and loyal wolfdog like me and an experienced and long-lived Changqingsong like him, who would you choose?"
Baili Xin blinked: "Why do I have to choose?"
Why do I have to choose? Aren't we all the same person? I really don't know why I have to fight with myself.
Are you planning to take the blame on yourself
Su Fan: “???”
What did you say? Do you want to...
Oh my god, is my wife so wild? She is so good at it.
Wow, I completely underestimated him before. It seems that he will have more room to play in the future.
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Studio.
The next sentence of "Why do I have to choose?" is "Only children do multiple-choice questions, I want all of them?"
Haha, help me, you are not far from being blocked. Your idea is terrible, you are showing off.
Xin Shen's words have exposed his wolfish ambitions, hehehe. Hehehe, I like such wolfish ambitions.
Su Fan:
My wife is better at playing than me
Am I the only one who pays attention to Mr. Su Fan's green tea quotes
High emotional intelligence: an evergreen pine with high experience and longevity.
Low emotional intelligence: An old man who has been touched by everyone.
Hahahaha, a tenth-level translator of tea studies.
There was no swearing in every word, but every word was full of the flavor of tea.
The real tea fragrance is everywhere, Boss Su Fan.
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Dijia even wears a pair of white gloves when teaching.
However, they are not medical latex gloves, but pure white knitted gloves. The comfortable cotton fabric outlines the man's protruding joints and bamboo-like straight fingertips, which always make people unable to take their eyes off.
He supported himself on the desk with both hands, and swept the audience with a gentle yet sharp gaze.
Just one glance was enough to shut up everyone below the podium.
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Studio.
Tsk tsk tsk, no matter what, the doctor's hands are really beautiful. I really don't know what it feels like to be touched by these hands.
Hahaha, Shen Xin is familiar with this matter. When you meet Shen Xin in the game hall, ask him and tell me later.
Come on, we feel like we are peeping when we watch people live streaming. It's ok for us to secretly watch people flirting, but we have to ask them face to face. What do you call this? Killing people and destroying their hearts, killing people and destroying their hearts!
Hahaha, remember this, I think with God Xin's demeanor, he won't be shy, and might even pull you aside to explain the process in detail.
Come on, you’re trying to trick me into spending money again.
Alas, on one side is the youthful and considerate little wolfdog, and on the other side is the domineering and introverted doctor. Woo woo woo, this wave of extreme tug-of-war is too addictive.
Xin Shen: The man standing at the top of the food chain.
Xin Shen: A man who seems to be at the top of the food chain, but is actually a meal on the plate.
God Xin: Don’t ask, asking is helpless.
Guys upstairs, it's really a waste of your talents to ask you to participate in this crappy game. Please start a class. I'll sign up.
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Under Diga's gaze, Baili Xin raised his hand.
Dijia remained calm and said in a high and cold voice: "Turn to page 45 of the biology textbook, and the students should also preview for five minutes."
After making the arrangements, he walked steadily to Baili Xin, deliberately squeezed between Su Fan and Baili Xin, bent down and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Baili Xin: "Doctor Jia, I want to discuss something with you."
Dijia's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Su Fan with a victorious attitude, "What's the matter?"
Baili Xin: "It doesn't matter what class you take. How about having the students perform on stage and introduce themselves?"
"It's best to start with those students who have no sense of existence."
Since the reason why players disappear may be due to weak presence, try to deliberately strengthen the presence.
Dijia raised an eyebrow: "But this class is biology, and I am a very dedicated teacher. This doesn't make sense, right?"
Su Fan's voice was indifferent and slightly contemptuous: "You can't even do such a simple thing."
"waste."
Dijia's expression suddenly turned cold, and everyone around him fell silent, but Su Fan was not moved at all.
Under the similar facial features of the two people, the same cold gaze collided in the air.
A cold wind blew, making the pages of books rustle in the classroom.
The windows that were opened for ventilation kept hitting the window frames, the glass was shaking, and the vibrating sound seemed to be crying for mercy.
Baili Xin said calmly: "If you can do it, I can give you a reward."
The wind that was tearing the air suddenly stopped. The doctor and Su Fan looked at Baili Xin in an unusually unified manner for the first time, and asked in unison: "What reward?"
The difference is that the doctor was surprised, while Su Fan was shocked.
Baili Xin: "I won't tell you first, I'll just ask if you agree or not."
Dijia coughed lightly and said in a reserved manner, "It doesn't matter what class you take. I suddenly think that Baili Xin's suggestion is not bad. School life should not only be about studying. We should let students get to know each other and strengthen communication and exchanges."
As he spoke, he walked towards the podium with his long, straight legs.
Su Fan stared at Baili Xin silently, with a hint of resentment in his dark eyes: "..."
Baili Xin felt a little headache, "Well, you have been helping along the way, and I will reward you when the time comes."
Su Fan's hurt eyes suddenly brightened. He coughed lightly and said in a low voice with a tense face, "Will it be too hard for you?"
"Don't worry, I will be gentle and will not let you get hurt."
Baili Xin: "..."
Where are you thinking?! You bastard!
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Studio.
Hahaha, it’s obvious that both the doctor and Su Fan had misunderstood.
I always feel that God Xin won't be able to get away with it this time. Is this what it means to bring disaster upon oneself
But, God Xin asked Dr. Jia to do this, does it prove that God Xin remembered it? Damn, how did he remember it? Too amazing, isn't it
This brain is like a robot.
There is only God Xin.
Xin Shen: A great man, willing to sacrifice his life for the lives of the players. How great!