There is only one reason why they are so anxious—something went wrong with the information.
Every part of the original information cube was floating, and photons flowed through its cracks with a sense of mystery. But now the information cube was dim, and those tiny cubes did not move, as if they were broken.
People outside instantly saw the information party’s photons go out, and then no new miners could enter.
What about the people who originally had the information
It's probably like... there was a landslide inside.
Fu Anan told the other children about his experience, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Fu Xiaoan, Nie Anan and the others are still inside."
Among the group of children, a child named Fu Ping'an said.
"Will they die?"
Another child answered.
"Maybe, maybe not, let's wait a little longer."
It was obviously an extremely sad topic, which children of their age should not understand, but they discussed it so calmly.
This is the child who survived the survival game.
The children who were immature and could not risk their lives for food had died.
It didn't take much time for the information source to go from extinguished to restored to normal. The children stayed in front of the information source for a long time until the time they agreed to come out had passed.
The two children never came out, and the other children outside scattered and disappeared into the fields.
They are always like this, in groups, appearing and disappearing mysteriously with their small bodies. The youngest child is only a few months old and cannot even walk, so he relies on the older children to hold him in their arms.
Fu Anan lived with them like this for a month. They were all poor, so they lived close to the information source and reluctantly became neighbors for the sake of their idol Fu Anan.
A month has passed and the game is about to begin.
Listening to the familiar sound of the game, Fu Anan closed his eyes and his body suddenly disappeared.
[Welcome back to the survival game. This round is an interference game. There will be 15 players playing with you.
This round: Choose
Survive to 30 years old in this round to complete the game
There is a dealer player in this round of the game. If you find him, you may get game props.
"What is a dealer player? What do game props do?"
The first time she heard the word, she was curious.
[In this game, you will learn what dealers, players and game props are.]
"Then the game has to last until you are thirty, is that that long?"
[The system has no obligation to explain to you, please try your best to play the game]
What a cruel system.
After saying this, it ignored me. The fog in front of me dissipated, and a classroom appeared.
On the podium, a middle-aged man with thick black-framed glasses was writing on the blackboard with his back to her. His shirt was wet with sweat and stuck to his back. There was no air conditioning in the classroom. Six ceiling fans were whirring around, blowing hot air downwards. Fu Anan looked at the crowded classroom. The sign outside read "Junior 3 Class 2", and there was a floating red flag hanging below the sign.
Soon the man finished writing on the blackboard. He picked up the tree branch on the podium and slapped it hard on the table to attract the attention of the students below.
"As a graduating student, you should behave like a junior high school student!
After he finished speaking, the little noises and movements below died down, and everyone looked up at the teacher above.
The teacher looked at their cooperation and his expression softened a little. "I told you before, have you discussed with your parents whether you want to go to high school or vocational high school?"
"We've discussed it."
Dozens of students below answered in unison.
"Yes. The teacher will hand out the application form to you now. Please fill it out according to what you have discussed with your parents."
Fu Anan took the watch and saw only three simple lines of words on it:
Junior high school entrance application form:
Ordinary high school ()
Vocational high school
Is this the choice that starts right after you arrive
Fu Anan held the pen, not knowing which one to choose, so she turned around and looked around to see what others had chosen.
"You fill in your own application form yourself. Do you really need to look at other people's for this kind of thing?"
The teacher seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and could see her every move.
Fu Anan quickly retracted his gaze and refocused his eyes on the paper.
Regular high school or vocational high school, which one is better
Ordinary high schools sound very ordinary, but vocational high schools seem a little more impressive.
But the more powerful it is, the harder it is.
Out of careful consideration, she chose the one with the word "common" in its name.
After a while, everyone had finished their selection.
The teacher asked the students in the back row to put away their application forms, and then selectively looked at a few scores. "Some grades are high, some are low, some are close, some are far, but there is no absolute life, and there is no absolute good or bad. Everyone should choose the one that suits them best, otherwise if you make a mistake, you will make mistakes at every step."
After saying that, he looked towards the back row.
The squinting eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which made people feel uneasy. They couldn't help but wonder if they had made the right choice or the wrong one. Why didn't they say this reminder when they made the choice in the first place
Fu Anan looked at the teacher's smile on the stage and suddenly felt a deep malice.
"Okay, whether you choose a regular high school or a vocational high school, you must study hard."
The teacher gave a casual reminder, then asked them to take out all the test papers under their desks and began to explain the questions on them.
Foreign language, mathematics, Chinese, liberal arts, and science.
Five subjects are taught in rotation.
Fu Anan listened very carefully at first, but the teacher's lecture speed was too slow. In addition, there were reference answers to the test paper at the end and the analysis was very detailed, so she buried her head and never listened again.
The teacher didn't care.
She finished two-thirds of the test paper in one afternoon amid the sound of lectures.
Then, with the hurried ringing of the bell, school was finally over.
The NPC students in the classroom ran out of the classroom as quickly as birds released from a cage. Just as Fu Anan followed them out of the door, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed and turned into a slightly shabby room.
The room was cramped and a bit damp.
There was only a small bed, a wardrobe and a desk inside. She was standing in the room with her schoolbag on her back.
Before she put down her schoolbag, the door suddenly opened and a woman wearing an apron and holding a cooking spatula appeared from inside. What was a little scary was that the woman's head was a ball of black mist, and a voice came out of the black mist, "Fu An'an, what did you write when filling out the volunteer form today?"
There was a cloud of black fog in her head and her voice was normal, but the shovel in her hand kept shaking, as if it would hit her if she answered incorrectly.
Fu Anan looked at the shovel in her hand, took a step back, and recalled the two options in her mind. She hesitated for a moment between lying and telling the truth.
"I chose... an ordinary middle school."
Don’t you all miss Brother Fu? Take out your magnifying glass and look for him~
Good night~
(End of this chapter)