Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, changing the name card
In the next second, the transparent panel showed the details of the props.
[Props: Rename Card (only used in dungeons)]
[Level: God level]
[Function: Rename, rename, rename!]
[How to use: Say your new name aloud before the system issues the ID card.]
[Remarks: One-time props will disappear automatically after use, and your new name will be on the ID card issued by the system. A must-have artifact for framing and harming others at home and traveling! (Note: This item cannot block the damage attack caused by the name)]
Wen Qing stared blankly at the last sentence.
He understands the name change, but what do the brackets mean
What damage attack
001 explained patiently: [The name on the ID card is your name in this dungeon. If the perpetrator used his name to perpetrate the persecution, he would not be able to resist similar forces.]
Wen lightly blinked and understood a little.
He asked slowly: [Is it just to change the name on the ID card?]
001 hummed.
Wen Qing asked: [So it's just for yourself to see?]
001: [Yes.]
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said: [In other words, is this a fancy and useless prop?]
001 didn't speak.
Wen Qing felt that 001 was the default.
He raised his eyelids and looked at the back of the tall girl.
She has long curly hair and shawls, swaying in the breeze, exuding a strong smell of perfume, and there are no earrings or jewelry on her body. She is a very delicately dressed girl, which is completely different from the other two female players with plain faces.
Wen Qing thought about it, maybe girls just like this kind of gaudy props.
No wonder he was given one casually.
Remembering that he hadn't thanked her yet, Wen Qing took a step forward and said softly, "That... thank you."
"Hush..." The tall girl raised her hand to her lips.
Her curled eyelashes trembled, she raised her chin slightly, and pointed at the students in the classroom, signaling Wen Qing to look over.
Wen Qing looked over and saw the students looking up at the player standing on the podium at the moment.
It's the second player's turn.
She was a girl, she seemed a little nervous, her face was pale, her lips were pale, and she stammered, "Big, everyone, my name is Xu Yuan."
After the words fell, there were scattered applause from below.
There were not many people applauding, but every awake student was looking at Xu Yuan, looking up and down. There was no emotion in their eyes, such as curiosity, joy, rejection, etc. They were just looking at Xu Yuan, as if they were watching, lifeless goods like.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, these students were very strange.
Ordinary high school students would definitely whisper about the transfer students, but they didn't react at all except to watch.
Just say you don't care, they're watching.
Say you care, but they have no other response.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and looked at the next player who introduced himself, which was another boy.
The boy is 1.7 meters tall and has a full body. He said his name simply and rudely: "Zhang Yang."
Standing in the corner, Wen Qing clearly saw that many students looked away from Zhang Yang and fell on the tall girl in front of her.
The students seemed not interested in Zhang Yang.
Are you not interested in boys? Are you interested in girls
Wen Qing was thinking about it, when she saw a tall girl walking up to the podium.
She picked up the chalk, broke it, raised her beautiful orchid finger, and wrote two big characters in flamboyant characters:
[Jiang Yan.]
"Jiang Yan," Jiang Yan threw away the chalk, rubbed the white powder on his fingertips, and said with a smile, "You can also call me Jiang Yanyan."
Wen Qing turned her head to look at the students in class one, and found that most of them were looking at herself, not Jiang Yan.
His eyelids twitched, his heart skipped a beat in fright.
Wen Qing hurriedly lowered her eyes, not daring to look around.
"The next classmate, please introduce me." The teacher on the side urged.
Wen Qing hurriedly responded and stepped onto the podium.
Standing on the podium, he felt the eyes of the students below more clearly.
One after another, the eyes wandered around the body, face, body, hands and feet... It seemed that every inch of skin was being looked at and explored by the students below.
Wen Qing pinched her palms nervously, and said stumblingly: "I, my name is Wen—"
As soon as the surname came out, he felt a gaze even hotter than that of a class of students.
Players from the side.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and the post offering a reward to herself flashed through her mind.
He didn't think much, and immediately changed his words: "My name is Wen Meng."
"Ah... fierce is fierce and fierce."
After the words fell, Wen Qing heard a laugh from the right: "Puff—"
Jiang Yan leaned against the wall, her eyebrows crooked with a smile, seeing everyone looking at her, she waved her hand indifferently, and said to everyone, "Sorry, this name is too cute, I can't help it."
The students didn't respond.
Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed inch by inch, and her earlobe was so red that it was almost bleeding.
When Wen Qing stepped off the podium, the teacher said, "There are only five transfer students this year."
"The squad leader is responsible for the rest of the matter, and I'm leaving first."
When the teacher left the classroom, Wen Qing heard the system prompt.
[Identity cards are now issued.]
[Player Wen Qing please save your ID card.]
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at his ID card.
Name: Wen Meng
Identity: ordinary human
Age: 20 years old
Specialties: Delicate and frail
Wen Qing: "???"
Is this a specialty
001: [Yes.]
Is this a clue
001: [Yes.]
Wen Qing: "..."
A boy with three-dimensional facial features stood up, his expression was indifferent, and he wore rimless glasses, and his whole body exuded a cold temperament.
He walked up to the podium, and glanced at the five players with his dark eyes without any emotion.
Inexplicably, Wen Qing was a little afraid of his gaze, and lowered her eyes.
The monitor glanced at the empty seats in the classroom and said indifferently: "Chen Jing, the first row is the second row."
"Xu Yuan, third row and fifth row."
...
"Wen Meng, eighth row and seventh row."
The players walked to their seats one after another, only Wen Qing was left standing there.
Wen Qing hadn't gotten used to her new name yet, so she waited for a while, until the squad leader walked up to him and looked down at him before realizing that she had changed her name.
The squad leader asked coldly: "What are you doing in a daze?"
"I'm sorry..." Wen Qing hurried down and found her seat.
As soon as he raised his head, he met the monitor's cold side face again.
The monitor was actually his front desk.
The squad leader turned sideways, raised his eyelids, glanced around at the transfer students, and said loudly, "There are more textbooks, pens, and workbooks out of the empty desks and chairs at the back of the classroom. You can take them as you like."
"I will allocate the dormitory later."
"Other students are starting to study by themselves now."
After finishing speaking, the squad leader turned around, opened a set of papers, and started to study the questions.
The other students stopped looking at the players and lowered their heads to do their homework one after another. The last few boys who were sleeping fell asleep motionless.
Wen Qing glanced at the other players, only to see Jiang Yan got up and walked to the back of the classroom, carrying a whole set of books from the empty desk and chair.
She should be very strong, and the thick stack of books in her arms did not affect her at all. Jiang Yan even hooked a pencil case with his little finger, and returned to his seat easily.
Seeing this, the other players also got up to get the books.
Wen Qing stood up slowly, his seat was in the penultimate row of the classroom.
There is no deskmate, it is an empty table and chair, but there are no books in it.
He walked to the empty table across the aisle. On the table was a neat set of books, from senior one to senior three, textbooks of various subjects, as well as brand new drafts and pens.
Wen gently flipped open the top textbook, a name was scrawled on the first page.
He froze for a moment, wondering whether these books were used by a class of students or second-hand.
After hesitating for a while, he whispered to the short-haired girl beside him: "That classmate... these books—"
Before asking specific questions, the short-haired girl said without raising her head, "Take whatever you want."
Wen Qing replied, it seems that many people have asked this question to girls with short hair.
Before he finished speaking, he knew what he wanted to ask.
Wen Qing glanced at the students who were immersed in studying the questions.
Everyone's desks, drawers, and feet are full of books, with sticky notes of various colors pasted on the mouths of the books, which look like they have been used for a long time.
In contrast, the books on the empty desks in the back of the classroom are as good as new.
Wen lightly pursed his lips and picked up a set of books.
There were many and heavy books, and when he returned to his seat, he accidentally bumped into the table, and the table legs rubbed against the ground, making a harsh and sharp noise.
"Tsk."
Wen Qing's sleeping boy in the back seat clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, as if he was woken up by the sound.
Wen Qing opened her mouth and was about to apologize, but before she could say the first word, the boy raised his foot and kicked the chair beside him hard.
The chair and the table were kicked several meters away and hit the ground heavily.
"Don't be so fucking noisy." The boy said a few words in a low voice and continued to sleep.
A group of students seemed to be accustomed to this, they didn't even pause their pens, only the players looked over.
Wen Qing sat in her seat at a loss, wondering whether to apologize or not.
Then I saw Jiang Yan raised his hand, and made another silence gesture towards himself.
Wen Qing nodded, not daring to speak anymore, so as not to offend the bad-tempered boys in the back seat.
He sat obediently on his seat, didn't even dare to tidy up his books, put his hands on his knees, and stared blankly at the desk.
He looked at the black pen on the table, his eyes suddenly stopped.
A line of words was written on the label of the black pen: [Special for Dezhi Middle School in Wenzhou.]
Wenzhou…
Wen Qing didn't know if there was Dezhi Middle School in the copy of Mizong, he only knew that this city of Wen was exactly the same as the city of Wen in Mizong.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and asked 001 in his heart: [Will the address of the dungeon have the same name?]
001: [Yes.]
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask: [Will those two copies overlap?]
001: [No.]
Wen responded with a low voice, he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.
He picked up a black pen, drew false and solid lines on the draft paper, and began to think about advanced tasks.
[In the absence of excellent teachers, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, the grades of every student in the first class are getting better and better...]
The advanced task is to find out why the students' grades have improved.
In other words, there is a reason why students get better grades.
Continuing to think about it, a low laugh appeared in Wen Qing's mind.
The classroom was very quiet, Wen Qing could hear the laughter clearly.
Wen Qing's pen stopped, and couldn't help but ask: [System, are you laughing?]
001 asked back: [Can't I laugh?]
Wen Qing pursed his lips: [What are you laughing at!]
001 was quiet for a while, then slowly said: [If what you said is not nonsense, then it is not nonsense.]
Wen Qing: "..."