Wen gently lowered his eyes, thinking about everything that happened after entering the dungeon.
No supernatural events, and no non-human beings like merfolk.
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 butt, and said: "From the fact that we can't use props, there is a high probability that there will be no strange things in this dungeon."
"We only need to face a 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 players. A group of students have no intention of killing people, they are just playing with the players.
No wonder the main task is to survive in class one for a month.
Jiang Yan exhaled smoke rings and said, "There is one more thing."
"At present, it seems that a class of students must listen to Fu Ranxiu's words."
"Excludes transfer students."
Wen Qing was startled, he ignored this point.
Jiang Yan smoked a cigarette and continued to analyze: "Being able to enter this dungeon shows that from the perspective of the school, we are a class of students."
"But from the perspective of Class 1, we are not," Wen Qing continued following Jiang Yan's words, he blinked and remembered something, "Students in other classes said that Class 1 is very united."
"I can't usually see it, but it was obvious when Zhang Yang threatened Wang Feng in the gymnasium."
Jiang Yan half-closed his eyes, and said lightly: "It's been three years, and in a place like school, no news from Class 1 has spread. There is a problem."
Personally, I like to gossip, and it is inevitable that I will mention a word or two and reveal the secret.
The people in the first class obviously didn't want to say it, but they couldn't say it.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she asked in a low voice, "Will you die if you don't follow the rules and listen to Fu Ranxiu's words?"
Jiang Yan took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out: "Ninety-nine are not far from ten."
"Fu Ranxiu must have done something three years ago. Everyone in the group participated in it."
three years ago…
Wen Qing inevitably thought of 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 dungeon, it looks a lot like Ji Yu.
very bad.
The top students in the first class are involved in campus violence. The former bad students seem to punish the evil and promote the good, but in fact they are still participating in the violence in the class. The other students in the school know nothing about it. A class of people.
But this is a strange copy...
Wen Qing sat on the stone pier beside him, hesitated for a while, and called 001 in his heart: [System.]
001 didn't respond.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, usually 001 would respond.
What's going on today
He yelled again: [System.]
This time 001 hummed.
[Well, I'm here.]
Wen Qing was a little puzzled: [Didn't you hear me calling you just now?]
001 said lightly: [Something happened just now.]
Wen was slightly startled, could something be wrong with the system
He thought that the system was all about assisting the player, and nothing else needed to be done.
001 opened the mouth and said: [I have to be busy with a lot of things, especially in the recent period.]
Wen Qing didn't pay attention to the first half of 001's sentence, but focused 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 didn't know how to watch a movie just now, did you?]
001: […No.]
Wen Qing thought, even if you were watching, you wouldn't admit it.
He no longer entangled with this matter, and directly asked 001 something more important: [Won't there be a god in the strange dungeon?]
001: [No.]
Wen Qing asked again: [Will there be anything 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 dungeon?]
001 paused, and said to him: [There is no official explanation.]
Wen Qing was stunned: [Huh?]
001 said calmly: [Human level, strange monster and god level are just three dungeons of different difficulty, and the rewards of the three dungeons are different.]
Wen Qing couldn't help but frowned: [Isn't it based on the level of the boss?]
001 no longer speaks.
Can't this be said
Wen Qing muttered something in her heart, and said to 001: [Go ahead and watch the film, I'll ask someone else.]
001: […]
Wen Qing tilted her head, wanting to ask Jiang Yan, but happened to meet Jiang Yan's straight gaze.
Jiang Yan had been looking at him just now,
Wen Qing wondered why he looked a bit like Song Xuan
He was stunned for a moment, and 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?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and asked back.
Wen nodded slightly.
Jiang Yan frowned, and replied: "Of course it has something to do with it, it determines the upper limit of the boss."
Wen Qing pondered for a while, then asked again: "That is to say, it is true that there will be no gods in the strange dungeon?"
Jiang Yan's gaze paused, and he looked deeply at Wen Qing: "God will not appear."
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, and is the same as ordinary people..."
Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan in a daze.
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, for us, he is not threatening, just an ordinary person."
Wen Qing understood.
This dungeon might really be related to Ji Yu.
Jiang Yan curled the corners of his lips and asked slowly: "So why do you suspect that it has something to do with God?"
"Fierce."
He crossed his legs, swayed his toes, and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "This is a strange dungeon, players will not 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. Instead, he whistled, held his chin, smiled, and said meaningfully: "Sure enough, a man with a secret is the most charming."
"Wen Meng, come here and let my sister kiss."
As soon as the words fell, the roof door was slammed open.
Song Xuan stood behind the backlight, his hair was slightly disheveled, and his breathing was a little short, obviously he had run up.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yan coldly: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yan raised his chin slightly, and said nonchalantly, "I'm 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 hummed lightly, not knowing what to say.
They are talking about dungeons.
Of course you can't 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: "Flirt."
Wen Qing: "..."
He knew that Jiang Yan and Song Xuan were at odds, but he didn't expect that he would still be struggling at this time.
"you… "
Before he finished speaking, Song Xuan scratched Jiang Yan's eyes coldly, turned to staring at himself, his brows were full of hostility: "Did he tease you?"
Wen was silent.
The conversation between Song Xuan and Jiang Yan relieved his tense nerves a little.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Wen Qing couldn't help shivering.
He rolled up his sleeves, but did not answer Song Xuan's question.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan with a stinky face, then at Jiang Yan who was smiling, and changed the subject: "It's a bit cold."
The two people who were at loggerheads 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 Fu Ranxiu notice?"
Song Xuan glanced at the time and said, "No need."
"Come on, go to sleep."
Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "Sleep?"
Song Xuan responded: "They all went back to the dormitory to rest."
"It will be fine at this point."
Jiang Yan snorted lightly.
Wen Qing pursed his lips tightly. 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 around while walking, stopped at the door of an office, pried open the door, and said to the two, "Just here."
This is a separate small office, half of the area is occupied by desks and chairs, and a single folding bed is placed in the remaining open space.
Song Xuan said directly to Wen Qing: "You sleep."
Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan: "Go to sleep."
Song Xuan's face darkened again, and he stared at Jiang Yan heavily.
Jiang Yan smiled lightly: "I'm not sleepy, you rest first."
Wen Qing was really sleepy, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Then you guys 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 dazed, 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 bathroom first."
Song Xuan followed immediately.
Wen Qing paused, 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, staring down at Jiang Yan.
He pursed the corners of his mouth, and there was a slight pain in the part that Wen lightly bit.
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 matter, I have been coaxing me for a long time just now."
Even knowing it was false and Jiang Yan was talking nonsense, Song Xuan still turned cold: "Don't think I don't hit women."
Jiang Yan laughed and said casually, "Don't think you can beat me."
…
When Wen Qing returned to the door of the office, she heard a slight movement inside, like fists and flesh, someone fighting.
He quickly opened the door, and the office was peaceful.
Song Xuan was sitting on a chair, Jiang Yan was leaning against the wall, his eyebrows and eyes curved.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Wen Qing couldn't help but said, "I seem to have heard something just now."
Jiang Yan stroked the skirt, pressed the bruises on his legs, and said with a smile: "I am 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 to hide the wound, and said with a sneer, "I'm concerned about this woman's mental state."
Wen Qing: "..."
It's fine if you 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 said nothing.
An hour later, no one called Wen Qing.
Two hours later, Wen Qing was still asleep.
Three hours…
six o'clock in the morning
The screen of the phone in Wen Qing's pocket flickered, and two text messages popped up: [Hello.]
[Excuse me, are you looking for Xingxuan?]