Be The Sixth Anchor In The Escape Game

Chapter 25: Campus Arena (23)

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At the same time as Xia Yihui spoke, the barrage in the live broadcast room rolled quickly.

Favorite long legs: This npc is the principal, right? Looks good in a suit yoooooo

Adobe Family Tiankeng: This school is really magical, students are forced to kill each other, but the principal enjoys it in such a luxurious place...

Yellow Braised Pot Crayfish: What No. 1? Does the host know him

Huahua: No way, this is an npc, boss, your social circle has expanded to npc

Although everyone still spoke in a teasing tone, they still couldn't help being curious in their words.

"No. 1?" The white-haired young man was also puzzled, tilted his head and thought for a while, and he seemed to suddenly realize, "You are talking about this building? That's right, this is the principal's office in No. 1 teaching building. I am the principal ,What do you find me for?"

Hearing these words, Xia's brain froze for a while, and he observed the young man in front of him carefully, only then did he realize something was wrong.

If this person is really No. 1, then he should have rushed over a long time ago, hugging him tightly like an octopus, wanting to be hugged coquettishly.

The person in front of him has a relaxed and calm face, which is really different from the soft and cute No. 1. The difference in temperament between the two is too great.

And most importantly, the age is wrong.

Xia Yi went to the research institute at the age of 16 and met the 6-year-old experimental subject No. 1. At that time, No. 1 was too young and his bones were fragile. He might die if he was injected with any random injection. It was difficult to take good care of him, so no one was willing to take him in.

Xia Yihui was a newcomer, so he was forced to take on this thankless task. Fortunately, No. 1 has a soft and sweet personality, which is quite reassuring, and he is also happy with such a child.

Ten years passed.

The 26-year-old Xia Yihui took over the new research project, and all the experimental subjects under his name were changed hands, including the 16-year-old No. 1.

A few days later, something happened to the research institute. Immediately afterwards, Xia Yihui entered such an escape game.

In my impression, No. 1 is still a 16-year-old pale boy with a bit of baby fat on his face.

The pale man in a suit in front of him, although his face was 60 to 70% similar to that of No. 1, was obviously a size bigger than him, and he looked like he was in his mid-twenties.

If you have to describe it, this person is more like the adult version of No. 1.

Either Number 1 suddenly grew ten years older overnight, or Xia Yihui lost his memory for ten years.

There is another possibility, that is to admit the wrong person.

There are all kinds of wonders in the world, and with such a large population in China, it is not too unusual for one or two people to look alike.

Thinking of this, Xia Yihui shook his head and explained: "You look a bit like a kid I know, but I mistook it just now."

The white-haired man smiled curiously: "Looks like me? Will there be a child who looks so anxious?"

"I don't know if the child grows up in a hurry." Xia Yi glanced at the black gold-plated nameplate with the word "principal" written on the desk, and pointed out: "But I really haven't seen a principal as young as you." Pass."

"You see it now." The white-haired man said with deep eyes, "In everyone's impression, the principal is a middle-aged greasy man with a bald head and a beer belly. I can understand your surprise, but I haven't seen anything different. Representation doesn’t exist. You know, there’s always someone young and promising.”

Xia Yihui was noncommittal, only turned his head and squinted to observe the surrounding environment.

This room is very strange. It can be seen that the overall decoration is in the style of a master of Chinese studies, but the furniture in the room is all luxurious European style. The combination of the two seems to be full of contradictions, and it is quite nondescript.

In addition, Xia Yihui saw two small nails on the wall facing south with sharp eyes. These two little nails are hidden very deeply, if you don't look carefully, you might just skip them.

Before entering the research institute, Xia once played with digital oil painting, and often came into contact with this kind of non-marking nails. This kind of nail, the nail head will be covered with a layer of plastic, and there is a small groove on the plastic, which is specially used for holding oil painting frames and other objects.

This also means that there must be something hanging on this wall, it may be medals, oil paintings, ink paintings and so on. However, due to the haste of later renovation and decoration, some unremarkable places were naturally missed.

At a glance, only this information can be obtained for the time being. Xia Yi turned his gaze back, and turned around with a smiling face.

He casually sat down on the chair in front of the desk, Erlang raised his legs, and put his palm down to his chin, looking quite casual, as if he had come to his own home. It was because of this action that the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

The leisurely look on the face of the white-haired young man shattered instantly, his pupils dilated slightly, his breathing became rapid, even his eye sockets began to turn red, and his face was full of uncontrollable excitement.

Seeing his reaction, Xia Yi frowned, and stepped back a little inexplicably. He reached out and lit the ashtray on the desk, squinted his eyes and said, "Mr. Principal, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Smoke?" The white-haired youth was stunned for a moment.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was also puzzled. With so many Huya people out there, Xia Yihui didn't hurry up and ask about dungeons, how could he still want to smoke? Do you really think that you are playing simulation business

Some viewers were more anxious than Xia Yihui, cursing endlessly in the barrage, urging Xia Yihui to hurry up and stop talking nonsense.

Although the fans wanted to speak for Xia, they really couldn't think of a reason, and after holding it in for a long time, they could only choke out one sentence: It doesn't take much time to smoke a cigarette.

Apparently, the fan's explanation couldn't appease the manic crowd, and all of a sudden, the crowd scolded even more.

The online world is a battlefield for the weak to vent their tyrannical emotions.

Many people were eliminated and were dissatisfied. Therefore, no matter what Xia Yi did, there would always be someone who would find fault with his eggs and would not let him go.

The two parties held their own opinions and argued endlessly, causing chaos in the live broadcast room.

Xia Yi glanced at the barrage, did not explain, but looked at the white-haired young man with burning eyes.

After the initial stagnation, the white-haired youth finally came back to his senses. His eyes jumped, he opened the drawer with a "swish", and eagerly searched inside, saying happily while searching: "It's a great honor to be able to serve you~"

Xia Yihui still had a smile on his face, unable to tell what was on his mind.

Under the desk is a chest of drawers with three layers of drawers.

The white-haired youth opened the first floor first, rummaged through it for a few seconds, and then quickly closed it. Then I opened the second layer and turned it upside down. Documents and papers were flying everywhere, but there was still no smoke.

Just when he was disappointed, he finally found a pack of strawberry popping beads inside the third floor.

"Ah!" The white-haired youth shouted in surprise, with a smile on his face. Like a child taking out his most precious thing, he held the bag of strawberry popping beads in both hands, and carefully presented it to Xia Yihui.

Xia Yi looked down at the pack of cigarettes, stretched out his hand to take it, and pulled it back, but the cigarette did not move.

The white-haired young man was short of breath, secretly observing Xia Yihui's expression, his fingers climbed up the smoke, and slowly touched Xia Yihui's hand.

Xia Yihui: "...what are you doing?"

The white-haired young man didn't answer, but held Xia Yihui's hand almost obsessively. Draw a little bit along the crevice of the fingers, and finally stuff his fingers firmly into the crevice of the fingers. Interlocking his fingers, he raised his head in satisfaction and let out a lingering sigh.

"Have you touched enough?" Xia Yihui looked at him coldly, "Mr. Principal, do you have a hand fetish?"

"..." Realizing his gaffe, the white-haired youth suddenly withdrew his hand. After a pause, he raised his eyes and explained, "Your hands are so pretty, I just want to see them."

Just want to see why you still touch it? Xia Yihui was speechless and slightly disgusted.

Originally, I wanted to hang around for a while, but at this time, I completely lost interest.

Xia Yihui directly labeled the white-haired youth as a 'pervert' in his heart, and said coldly: "You don't seem to know where the smoke is at all. You just came to this place and haven't had time to investigate the scene yet?"

The white-haired young man was taken aback, and said: "The room has just been renovated, I just don't remember where I put the cigarettes."

Xia Yihui was too lazy to deal with it, and said bluntly: "Your skills should be related to camouflage clothing. Although I don't know why you redecorated the room, it is these decorations that have exposed too many flaws in you. Do you need me to explain it one by one? ?”

I thought that after saying these words, the white-haired youth would continue to defend himself, or be annoyed. In the end, not only did he not feel the embarrassment of seeing through the trick, but he said excitedly, "As expected of the No.7 Xia Yihui, your insight is too scary."

"Thank you." Xia Yi shrugged, "Can you answer my question now?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded all of a sudden, and everyone was stunned by this development.

Countless people exclaimed in front of the screen. Is this principal a fake? Is the player pretending to be an npc

Those who scolded Xia Yi for wasting time just now also shut up, feeling their faces being slapped.

In the dungeon, the school uniform cannot be removed, nor can a jacket be added. Under this premise, if they were to face the situation in front of them, they would definitely not question the identity of the man in the suit. Continue to develop, hit the street properly.

To put it simply, the dungeon rules are like a shackle that traps everyone's thinking. Everyone can't escape this inherent mode and can only follow the rules of the game. But Xia Yihui was different. He jumped out of the rules and looked at the problem from a third-party perspective.

Wanting to understand this, those who scolded Xia once all had hot faces, wishing to eat the words they just sent, it was simply too embarrassing.

While everyone in the live broadcast room was thinking about it, things in the dungeon were still going on.

"Get to know me, I'm no.3 Xin Zhu." With a wave of his arms, Xin Zhu took out a hair rope from the drawer and tied his shoulder-length white hair into a small tie. His whole temperament was very different.

With her hair covered before, Xin Zhu's personality was a bit perverted, but her appearance was gentle and obedient. Now that his hair is tied up, his cheekbones are all exposed, and with his eyes, he looks like a different person, looking very perverse.

"I guess you are Xin Zhu." Xia Yi shrugged, "There are people from Huya all the way, only this place has been redecorated, and no one around is watching. Except for the boss of Huya, I live here. Can't think of any other reason."

"So you asked me for cigarettes as soon as you came in, just to test whether I am familiar with this environment." Xin Zhu understood, "If I had known, I would have put a few obstacles at the door to confuse the public, and maybe you would not have noticed. My flaw."

Xia Yihui shook his head in disapproval, "Smoke is just the last step of temptation. As soon as I came in, I found this room very weird."

"The whole layout is very messy. I can imagine a group of people chaotically moving furniture in to make up the numbers. Besides, I just touched your hand and touched the calluses on your hand."

"There are calluses on the fingertips, not the sides. Those are the thick calluses that people who use computers often have."

Xia Yihui didn't guess Xin Zhu's occupation, he just told what he observed. Even so, everyone in the live broadcast room was frightened by him.

There are Huya people outside, a white-haired man in front of him, and a branch question hanging above his head. With all kinds of crises put together, Xia Yihui was able to observe so meticulously.

Who is able to tell where the calluses on the other person's hands are when they are raped? Thinking of this, everyone sighed with emotion, Xia Yihui is really a strange person.

"I specially asked someone to change the decoration of the room, so that the coordinates would become garbled characters. I didn't expect to be mistaken by cleverness, but you saw through it." Xin Zhu's eyes curled up, showing no embarrassment at all.

He held Xia Yihui by the collar and pulled the distance between them closer. Xia Yi didn't stop it, only thinking that Xin Zhu had something to say about the dungeon.

Who knew that Xin Zhu just smiled and said, "You look so pretty now."

Xia Yi was taken aback for a moment, frowning tightly, and was about to push Xin Zhu away.

There was a loud "click" from the bookcase on the side, and a middle-aged man who was tied up struggled and rolled out. Many books were thrown out beside him and placed around him.

He spat out the stinky socks stuffed in his mouth with a 'ah', and shouted: "Don't believe him! I am the real principal!"

After shouting this sentence, he just looked up. At a glance, I saw two people with extremely ambiguous postures.

From his perspective, the two seemed to be kissing.

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