Just as everyone was waiting eagerly with their hands in their hands, Wei Sushen cruelly walked around them and walked up the stairs.
The rest had no choice but to give up in frustration.
Wei Sushen chose the classroom closest to the stairs. There was only one girl in it, and she subconsciously trembled when she saw so many people coming.
But when he found Fang Shan, he seemed to be more relaxed: "Teacher Wen."
The word 'teacher' still brings some power to people.
Fang Shan nodded in response: "Alone?"
The girl took a few steps back and said timidly: "I'm just coming back to get my homework."
“…”
Boy, are you serious
Girl: "Whenever I get nervous, I just want to do the questions."
Fang Shan sighed and counted again. Including the girls, there are currently eight people in the classroom: "Now that you are here, don't leave."
The girl thought he was going to attack her and shook her into a sieve.
Fang Shan wonders how such a character can survive in such a cruel environment, revealing that they have no hostility.
The atmosphere was briefly relieved, and now there was still half the half-hour required for the broadcast.
Time passed by, and there was only the sound of writing in the teacher's room. The girl just now was not just talking, she was really doing the questions seriously.
Two minutes later, a father and son came. The man was the director of the education department, and the son was in school at the same school. He originally wanted to pick up his son for self-study in the evening and stay to work overtime. Unexpectedly, such a change would happen.
The director of the teaching office is funny and well-liked in the school.
His son was the complete opposite, with a sullen face and a serious expression. Although he did not express it clearly, he seemed to disapprove of his father's decision.
"Son," the director of the Education Department said earnestly: "In most horror stories, those who don't follow the large army at the beginning will be harvested."
Seeing that there were already so many people in the classroom, and there were exactly ten of them, the director of the Education Department waved his hand: "Son, help Dad quickly block the door to prevent the number of people from exceeding the limit. In the horror story, the extra people..."
The chattering voice actually added a touch of human flavor to the room. Fang Shan carefully observed everyone in the classroom and did not rule out the possibility of a hidden boss among them.
He asked Wei Sushen: "Who do you think is more suspicious?"
Wei Sushen first glanced at the girl sitting in the front who was writing her homework quickly, and then at the father and son blocking the door. Several boys who came with them were playing double dunk to pass the time. Finally, his eyes stayed on Fang Shan, who was yawning, said nothing.
Fang Shan had long been accustomed to the host's sudden silence. He lay on the table and half-closed his eyes: "I'll sleep for a while. Call me when the time comes."
Not long after, a slight human snore sounded.
The sound could be considered weak, but to the survivors in the classroom, it only felt like thunder.
To be able to sleep under such a situation is beyond description as heartless.
Fang Shan was woken up by the bell ringing. There was still dissatisfaction in his eyes. He checked the time and got up to stretch his muscles.
"It's nice to have someone follow the rules of the game."
The signal was a bit poor, and the sound they could hear was intermittent, which was very uncomfortable.
Along with the murmur of tingling, exclamations came from outside the window. The first person to go over to check the situation was the director of the Education Department. Just as he was about to lean out and look out, his son pulled him back: "Don't you want your head?"
There was no time for his words to be questioned. In an instant, a head fell from upstairs. It seemed that whoever was looking out was cut off in half by his companion behind him.
The person who secretly took action still burst out laughing in a showy manner.
No one dared to act rashly anymore, and they cautiously kept a certain distance from the windowsill and looked out. I saw people who were dormant in the dark on the playground being chased by the ghostly mist that originally surrounded the school gate. People will get tired. Once the speed slows down, they will be completely wrapped up.
After devouring living people, the size of the ghost showed a tendency to increase exponentially.
While others watched in horror, Fang Shan's eyes still focused on the people in the classroom.
Awakening changes people's thoughts. Anyone who acquires superpowers will become more or less cold and hard-hearted.
Normally, very few people would remain sane in this kind of chaos.
Fang Shan rubbed his face regretfully. He also wanted to become cold and ruthless, but conditions didn't allow it.
The broadcast continued: "Those who do not abide by the rules of the game will be punished. It is recess time now, please take a break."
The director of the Education Department looked out the window and frowned: "There are still a few people alive outside who are being chased by unknown objects. Do we want to help?"
There was a crash.
Excessive force caused the tip of the pen to pierce the paper. The girl who had been immersed in doing the questions suddenly raised her head: "How can you guarantee that the people you rescued will not kill us?"
The director of the Education Department said solemnly: "The ghosts begin to expand after swallowing living people. If they are allowed to increase in strength, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Vote." Someone said.
At least nip the root causes of conflicts and disagreements in the cradle.
Unfortunately, a tie vote.
The girl touched her belly gently: "Actually, I can represent two people."
“…”
When the atmosphere did not improve, Wei Sushen slowly said: "Someone escaped."
And there was more than one, about a dozen people broke through the siege and rushed into the teaching building.
The thumping sound going upstairs meant that they had survived the ghost pursuit. No one went to the corridor to intercept and kill them. Surviving the brutal pursuit was enough to prove the strength of these people.
Fang Shan didn't go to see the excitement, he lowered his head and stared at his phone. Many people in the 'Second Middle School' group had been removed from the group chat one after another. He had a vague feeling that these people had died.
Wei Sushen turned around and saw him raising his head and rolling his eyes, suddenly feeling bad.
Fang Shan muttered to himself while typing quickly on the keyboard.
The second middle school group:
Mr. Wen, the question expert: I predict that in the next round of the game, the space will be shortened to two floors, so that everyone can fight to occupy the classroom.
Liu Changyang made a funny expression on his hand: Have you watched too many movies
Yin Xun: Like.
…
While waiting impatiently, the students were quite active. The ten-minute break passed quickly during the exchange, and a new task was given over the radio:
Within twenty-five minutes, make sure you are in a classroom on the fourth or sixth floor. There should still be no more than 10 people in each classroom. I wish everyone good luck.
The second middle school group:
Liu Changyang: Damn it.
Yin Xun: Damn it!
Zhang Baili: Damn it! !
A piece of water is floating in the trough.
All kinds of exclamation marks and emoticons flew together, and the messages were sent so fast that Fang Shan could only jump to read them.
Zhang Baili
He raised his head and glanced at the tall and thin boy not far away. He was the one he remembered correctly.
Zhang Baili put down his mobile phone and gave a thumbs up: "Cool!"
Fang Shan did not respond and continued to send messages: "Some people may be more rebellious and wonder why they should follow the requirements. The teacher reminds everyone that if you shoot the first bird, you must not be the first to thorn."
After confirming that the message was successfully sent, he no longer waited for a reply, but muttered: "Luck is also a part of strength."
Compared with the people on the fifth floor, they are much luckier, at least they don't have to run from both sides to fight for the classroom. However, as the living space continues to compress, sooner or later a collision will occur.
There were sounds of fighting, and there was a lot of movement.
A girl addicted to solving questions analyzed: "It has evolved into a team battle."
Those who are in the same classroom on the fifth floor must fight as a team in order to occupy a new survival point. In the same way, others will gather together in order to counterbalance.
They are surprisingly lucky. From the beginning to now, no one has thought about this classroom.
A small group was formed within the group unknowingly. The girls who loved to solve problems did not trust any of them and lived alone. The father and son from the teaching department stood in another corner. Fang Shan naturally only interacted more with Wei Sushen in private.
"Since it's a battle royale, it's too boring to just fight. Maybe new content will be added soon."
So far, they have been passive responses, and the specific requirements for task completion are too vague.
There were footsteps in front of the door, and most people's bodies tensed up. Fortunately, the footsteps only paused for a moment. The girl looked at the time, licked her dry lips and asked, "What will happen if the content of the game is not completed within the set time?"
No one answered, but they couldn't help but think of those scenes of being chased by ghosts.
The girl looked at Fang Shan, who seemed to have the least reaction: "Aren't you curious?"
Fang Shan said lazily: "I'm just curious about who made the game."
The girl's expression changed. There were some things that were difficult to think deeply about. They were all superpowers, but the one who was broadcasting was obviously more powerful.
The phone was beeping non-stop, and the messages in the group were one after another. When Fang Shan opened it, he found that many of them were from him.
Ask Teacher Wen to answer the question.
The six words tended to swipe the screen.
Fang Shan thought for a while and replied: I don’t know. There is probably a new one.
One message was first replied: As far as I know, out of the teachers on duty, only Teacher Wen survived. Can you share your survival experience
This remark was somewhat ridiculing, and Fang Shan replied seriously: Everyone must remember that participation is the most important thing!
“…”
If nothing else, Wei Sushen glanced at Fang Shan with a strange look when he saw the news.
At this moment, group leader Zhao Qiansun suddenly spoke:
After collecting information privately provided by students, the top ten abilities rankings have been compiled:
Tenth place, Zhang Baili, nicknamed 'Long Legs Zhang', is extremely fast and good at escaping. Countermeasures: Encirclement.
The nickname was given by Zhao Qiansun based on each person's specialties. After seeing this, Fang Shan looked at the tall and thin man who was communicating with his companions in surprise. Being fast did not seem to have any advantages at first, but it was not easy for others to hurt him. .
Ninth place: Chen Lili, nicknamed 'Psychic Assassin', can cause hallucinations. Coping strategy: Quick fight, you need to suppress the opponent within five seconds.
Zhang Baili whistled: "I didn't expect the people in our classroom to be so strong!"
The girl who had been working hard to solve the questions did not feel proud at all, and said softly: "I have only shown my powers twice, and everyone I have seen is dead."
In other words, how did Zhao Qiansun know about her powers
The night was not cold, but everyone couldn't help but shiver.
The so-called coping strategies are very unfriendly to them.
The ranking was only in the top ten for the time being. From low to high, Fang Shan fell all the way and saw many strange powers. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly focused:
First place: Wen Ling + Wei Su Shen, nicknamed 'Walking Aphrodisiac'. When both parties cooperate, everything can come into estrus. Coping strategies: Men with self-uterine uterus can contend with it.
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