Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 229 Horror Killing Game ([-])
The second player who came in was a young girl.

She has delicate light makeup on her face, gentle eyebrows, and a little coldness between her eyebrows. Her hair is meticulously tied in a bun behind her head, wrapped in a dark blue hairnet, and she is wearing a neat beige suit and skirt. A pair of beige high heels.

At a glance, it looks like it was carved out of the same mold as those white-collar workers who work from [-] to [-] in the high-end office buildings in the city center.

This is... a very recognizable player.

Qiao Wei concluded.

When the female white-collar worker came in, she didn't meet Qiao Wei.

She quickly looked around the hall, and her gaze also lingered on the nine pairs of teacups on the table for a while.

Noticing that one of the cups of tea had been touched, the slender willow-leaf eyebrows frowned slightly.

At this time, Qiao Wei, before the revolving door turned, had already been led by the guide to the innermost secret room, where she explained the rules of the game in detail.

Listening to the lengthy and boring introduction, Qiao Wei almost fell asleep, but the next guiding sentence completely scared away her drowsiness.

"Young players, don't think that this is just a game for entertainment. You have to know that if you fail in the game, you will really die!"

Seeing Qiao Wei's staring eyes, the guide smiled.

"Please take the game seriously, otherwise... your own life will become someone else's game."

It sounded like a joke, but Qiao Wei couldn't laugh at all.

She still remembers how the original owner died in this game!

"Is it too late for me to quit the game now?" She asked seriously.

"No way, young player, once the game starts, unless you die or survive, it will continue forever, and it will never stop."

Can't stop?

So, wait and see.

See who is the victim and who is the hunter!
Coming out of the secret room, Qiao Wei deliberately avoided the lobby, walked through the back door, and left the luxury hotel.

She has a very important matter to settle.

At this moment, there were already eight people gathered in the hall.

"Is there still one player left?" A man wearing glasses with thick bottle bottoms raised his wrist impatiently, and looked at his watch, "I've been waiting for almost an hour. If it weren't for this shitty game, I can't quit until the game is over. , I fucking left early."

"Well, I say."

A teenager was lying on the sofa, with his legs raised above the coffee table rudely, and he opened his mouth lazily.

Everyone looked over in unison, and their eyes subconsciously fell on his jeans with several big holes and the earrings shining brightly under the light.

"It's so boring to wait, why don't we chat and introduce ourselves?"

Holographic online games are different from traditional online games. People appear in the game with their real appearance, so naturally they are less shy about revealing their real names and identities.

As the initiator, the non-mainstream boy was naturally the first to introduce himself.

"Let me say first, my name is Geng Xi, Geng is Geng Geng, and Xi is the stream of the stream. Three points of water are deducted from the stream."

"'Xi' of 'ridiculous'." A girl with fluttering hair subconsciously said.

Seeing everyone looking at her, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she said in embarrassment: "My name is Qin Yiran, and I am a teacher."

"You teach Chinese?" Geng Xi asked with a smile.

Qin Yiran's face turned even redder, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes. How did you know?"

"Only a Chinese teacher can't help correcting people's speech expressions. Occupational diseases."

When it comes to "Xi", most people may think of "three points of water will be deducted from the stream", and a small number of people will immediately think of the word "Ji".There is no problem with their thoughts, the only difference is that one is indirect memory and the other is direct memory.

However, generally only Chinese teachers, editors, and other people who often deal with writing can reflexively correct other people's obsessive-compulsive disorder in such small details.

"Then let me guess again, do you teach elementary school?"

Qin Yiran was really frightened this time, and hurriedly asked, "How do you know?"

"You see you are so introverted, you don't even dare to take the initiative to talk to people in their teens and 20s, so I just guessed that you teach elementary school." Offered a cup of tea. "Teacher Qin, come and drink tea."

Qin still hesitated to take the teacup.

Players who enter this game always have reasons of one kind or another.

Some people do it for excitement, some people are just looking for novelty, and some people do it to change themselves.

Geng Xi guessed right, Qin was still a primary school teacher, teaching Chinese, and had just graduated from a normal school.

She was relatively introverted since she was a child, and she was not good at communicating with strangers, but her profession required her to communicate well with students, so she wanted to play exciting games that she could not usually accept, and wanted to stimulate her hidden side .

"As for me, my family was poor when I was a child. They all thought that studying was useless. Before I finished elementary school, my family asked me to drop out of school and go to work. Now that I have managed to save some savings, I am very envious of you cultural people."

Holding the teacup, Geng Xi spoke sadly, but his tone was light, Qin still didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"To tell you the truth, I used to think about skipping classes when I was studying, but after I came out to work, I realized that if I read more books, I would suffer less..."

"Humph!"

Before Geng Xi finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold snort of disdain.

He looked at the source of the sound and saw that it was the man who was frequently looking at his watch and swearing, and asked with a smile: "Brother, it seems that you don't quite agree with my point of view."

The man had a beer belly, greasy hair, a pair of thick glasses, and bags under his eyes that looked like salt water bags. Returning from work at a construction site.

"What's wrong with not studying? I haven't studied for a few years, and I'm still a big boss? Those college students, graduate students, and doctors come to my company for interviews, and they have to bow to me? I am happy to send them 3000 yuan Salary, if you are not happy to tell them to go, they dare not let a fart!"

This person's words were extremely unpleasant, and the second white-collar player who came in frowned.

Her job is a white-collar worker at best, and a part-time worker at worst. The increase in salary depends on the boss's words. Now that there is so much competition for employment, she may be fired at any time.

The words "beer belly" obviously stuck in her heart.

Her lips moved, but she finally swallowed the words.

The less trouble, the better.

She knew that this game was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface. These people might be her teammates or her enemies.

In order to survive, she must not offend anyone.

(End of this chapter)