After Online Dating with Unlimited Streaming BOSS

Rong Yi, who secretly smoked a cigarette, and ICE who secretly painted eyeliner, had their backs against the classroom window and stood side by side outside the door.

Before ICE could wake up from the shock, ICE murmured, "Lucky Carnival? Games? Why am I suddenly back in high school?"

"I heard a voice... He said that as long as I can earn enough points, I can realize my dream!"

"Yeah." Rong Yi responded and opened the floating screen while there were few people.

The floating screen does not display the task introduction and failure penalty like the first two copies, but a yellow prompt box:

[Player ID: Senior 2 (3) class eldest sister, the sophomore in high school]

[Note: Please reunite with your teammates as soon as possible to start the dungeon mission]

Followed by the number of squads (2/4).

Luo Huayue and Zhang Haiyang were teamed up before, and she obviously only had three people.

Where did the fourth person come from?

Isn't this so-called team not the same as the team they formed?

Rong Yi curiously opened the squad list and found that there was another player named "He Yongqiang", indicating that the team had been formed successfully.

Who is He Yongqiang?

From the gym to the teaching office, and from the teaching office to the classroom, she encountered countless teachers and students along the way, and she couldn't tell which was the player and which was the NPC.

ICE was still muttering, thinking divergent, Rong Yi didn't want to let him stand still, so he answered: "Then what is your dream?"

"I want to go back and play professionally."

ICE looked down at the retro puja sneakers on his feet, and felt that the trousers were extremely ugly. He squatted down and started to roll up the trousers: "The tendon strain has left after-effects, otherwise why would you be a coach? Why don't you feel good about punching yourself."

After curling it up, he stood up, turned his head generously, straightened his half-length hair against the window glass, and sighed:

"Heaven is jealous of Hongyan."

Rong Yi sighed, this is a wish in terms of bodily functions, which overlaps with Zhong Zhiming's wish. It seems that the price of wish items that Zhong Zhiming will never be able to afford in the mall will go up again. (According to Zhong Zhiming's analysis of price fluctuations of related props in Chapter 29)

On the other side of the glass, there is a language class in the classroom.

"Classmates, look at this sentence: Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound of the poor Pengli's shore-*"

The mellow mezzo-soprano on the podium suddenly stopped, wearing a brown suit, the middle-aged female teacher with a serious expression glanced sharply at the window, came out with high heels, and said sternly to the two bad students:

"It's dishonest and whispering at the penalty stand! Before the evening self-study, go to the representative of the Chinese class and memorize "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng". If you can't memorize it, copy it three times!"

This teacher Wang is their head teacher, who just brought them back from the head teacher and was full of anger.

She obviously hasn't let up her breath, her eyes are like eagles, and she is seeing the two sleeping at the same table in the back row of the classroom.

A pair of chalk tips in Teacher Wang's hand shot with a "swoosh", as if a high-precision guidance, accurately hit the tops of two heads, killing two birds with one stone!

"what!"

"Ouch!"

The two classmates woke up, looked at each other in confusion, and looked at their school uniforms.

"Zhang Haiyang!" Teacher Wang asked sharply: "The stars are divided into wings and the ground is connected to the Henglu. What do these two sentences mean?"

Zhang Haiyang stood up in a conditioned reflex and was speechless.

He has read a PhD in marine biology. This means that apart from biology, he has returned most of his high school knowledge.

"Sleep in class." Teacher Wang paced back to the podium: "If you understand everything, I'll make a bed for you to sleep in!"

"Luo Huayue!" Teacher Wang called Zhang Haiyang's tablemate again: "Speak!"

Outside the classroom, Rong Yi sweated for the confused girl.

"The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to the Henglu..." Luo Huayue murmured in a dream:

"That is to say, the former prefectural mansion of Yuzhang, and the current governor's mansion of Hongdu, correspond to the two constellations of Yi and Zhen in astrology, and connect Hengshan and Lushan geographically. That's it.*"

Teacher Wang: "...Well. Sit down."

She relaxed a lot, and added in a gentle tone: "Don't sleep in class in the future. Zhang Haiyang, if you don't understand, ask your roommate."

Luo Huayue nodded obediently, pulled Zhang Haiyang who was standing still, and sat down.

After finally getting out of class, Rong Yi, ICE and Luo Zhang finally joined forces in victory.

Zhang Haiyang looked at Luo Huayue with admiration: "Aren't you an art student? Can't tell!"

Luo Huayue frowned: "Do you have any prejudice against art students? I want to take the Z Central Academy of Fine Arts because I like to draw, not because my culture class is not good. I am the top three in the grade every semester, okay?"

Zhang Haiyang: "Hey, you have a big voice. You are so good, why don't you take the Q Hua exam?"

Luo Huayue: "Because I don't like it."

Rong Yi:  …

Luo Huayue: "This reminds me, I can take the Q Hua exam first, then transfer to the Q Hua Academy of Fine Arts, and save the country with curves!"

Rong Yi: "...No, it shouldn't work."

Luo Huayue: "Yes. My Bai Yueguang is still at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and I can't let it go."

The nostalgic and relaxed atmosphere of the school, the dazzling sunshine outside the teaching building, and the laughing high school students around, make the players who have always been very nervous as soon as they enter the game relaxed unconsciously, leaning on the corridor railing like ordinary high school students. , chatting relaxedly.

Rong Yi and Luo Huayue hid at the corner and opened the floating screen under the cover of the other two.

Luo Huayue yawned: "...The name of this dungeon is -- Seven Nights Strange Talk?"

"The No. 2 Middle School in City A is a boarding high school, and there are many sensational campus rumors circulating."

"You are a loyal follower of the eldest sister in the second and third classes of high school. Under the leadership of the eldest sister, you will use the campus strange talk to scare the students (players) who play horror games in the teaching building every night for fun."

"The frightened player will drop SAN value. The amount of SAN value other players drop will determine the points you can earn from this copy."

"Completing the task of terrorizing the player for seven consecutive days and keeping the identity of the ghost in the player undiscovered will determine your faction's victory in this dungeon."

"Dungeon difficulty D, inner ghost camp difficulty B."

"Identity exposure, or intimidation of SAN value falling to zero, will be considered a mission failure. Failure penalty: The player's SAN value will be deducted to 0 in the real world."

Rong Yi looked at the [Failure Punishment: Death] prompt, and closed the floating screen expressionlessly.

Oh, I'm used to it.

Zhang Haiyang's first reaction was to look at ICE vigilantly: "...Sister Rong, he knows our identity!"

ICE didn't even understand the floating screen, and looked at him blankly.

Rong Yi didn't expect this to be a dungeon that distinguishes player camps, and he was having a headache when he suddenly heard the familiar roar of the dean:

"He Yongqiang!"

He dashed to ICE with one stride—

Then he squatted down, put down ICE's carefully rolled trousers, clapped his hands and stood up: "How many times have I said, dress neatly, don't give me all these fancy clothes!"

He took out a pack of makeup-removing face towels from his pocket and threw it into ICE's arms: "Go to the toilet and remove your eyeliner! Youth is the most beautiful time, learn how to wear makeup!"

He turned his head and glanced at Rong Yi, who was squatting on the ground. Rong Yi immediately raised his hands to show his innocence: "Teacher, I don't smoke."

The dean of the school said "um" and paced away.

Luo Huayue's eyes wandered to the embarrassed ICE: "...He Yongqiang?"

Rong Yi: "...the fourth member of our inner ghost team?"

ICE has just learned to turn on the floating screen, and it is true that he has just learned that he is a member of the team.

But what he cares more about at the moment is...

"Don't call me by my real name! That name is too old-fashioned!"

Zhang Haiyang scratched his head: "It's okay. He is upright and suitable for this 'haunted' dungeon."

ICE scolded him with a "straight man aesthetic", and finally learned to use the floating screen with the help of Rong Yi, and had a general understanding of this copy and his own tasks.

During this period, Rong Yi also wanted to understand that according to the general rules of the game, newcomers who have just entered the game should be simpler, such as E and D dungeons.

But ICE and she entered the game through the same entrance and knew each other again. In order to prevent the identity of the inner ghost from being exposed prematurely, the game forcibly pulled the ICE who knew nothing into the more difficult inner ghost team.

She looked at ICE with a hint of guilt: I'm sorry, my friend, I'm the one who caused you.

"It's a bit like a script kill." ICE didn't know this, and analyzed it with great attention: "We and other players are obviously not in the same camp, and we can't reveal our identities. Does this mean that we should stabilize the student characters and pretend to be NPCs? ?"

Rong Yi: ...then I'm familiar with it.

"More than that. The mission description is vague." Rong Yi stroked his lips and analyzed:

"It doesn't say how many players there are in this instance."

"Yes." Luo Huayue suddenly said, "It's impossible for such a big school to be played by players!"

Zhang Haiyang opened the floating screen to confirm:

"Look, the mission description says 'the students (players) who play horror games in the teaching building every night'."

"Are all the students who play horror games all players, or do these students include players? If we frighten the wrong people, won't we earn points and easily reveal our identities?"

Rong Yi added: "Or, there are players who are not classmates?"

Zhang Haiyang hugged his head and wailed: "Ah, my head is so big... I don't want points anymore, can I not intimidate other players at night?"

If you don't act, you won't be discovered. This is also a good way to go.

But other players do not drop any SAN value, and it is considered a failure of the inner ghost camp. It doesn't seem to work without a single move.

Rong Yi patted him on the shoulder: "Look again."

Just entered the copy, the situation is not yet clear, can only take one step, look at one step.

The task they can complete now is to stabilize the character design and not OOC.

Rong Yi, as "the eldest sister of the second (third) class of high school", is always given way by the students when passing the corridor, and he can also receive respect, fear, and gossip in his eyes.

It's a bit similar to her situation in the company, so she adapts well.

She asked the other three to blend in with her classmates to see if she could find some information about the player.

She escaped half of the class by herself, slipped out of the classroom and wandered in the teaching building, preparing to familiarize herself with the familiar terrain so that she could play pranks at night.

It doesn't matter if she is caught by the teacher, she is not a good girl.

But she forgot that even if the character in the dungeon is the eldest sister who dominates the campus, the actual Rong Yi is still a road idiot who will get lost after turning three turns.

The eldest sister was bewildered and lost her way in the campus she dominated. She turned on the communication system in desperation, only to find that her little boyfriend left her a message:

X: Ah ah ah - just knocking on you on WeChat, you ignored me! ! ! The time to enter the game is uncertain! 24 hours a day is possible! Don't take chances!

X: [Little Frog shakes his head wildly.jpg]

X: Did you come in... Come in and reply to me... I didn't find the live broadcast, so I don't know what dungeon you are...

X: Ah, I hacked the system a bit and saw it, what is the Seven Nights Strange Talk, as long as it is not the inner ghost camp, it will not be sad! Rongrong, come on!

X: Oops, my supervisor temporarily asked me to participate in a government-government secrecy program, and I can't communicate with the outside world for about a week!

X: [Tears cat cat head.jpg]

After that, there is no audio.

Rong Yi leaned against the door of the biology laboratory and sighed. She has been wandering around the deserted laboratory area for a long time, unable to find her way out.

I don't know if the dean will patrol or not during class, or if a student teacher comes to pick him up.

She irritably took out the lollipop from her pocket, only to remember that she was no longer smoking.

Lucky Carnival, your best choice for compulsory smoking cessation.

She stuffed a strawberry lollipop into her mouth for comfort, the **** bulging round her cheeks.

Outside the corridor, the afternoon sunlight was too strong, reflecting the darkness at the entrance of the stairs.

"Tread, step, step..."

The sound of slow and steady footsteps echoed through the empty floors.

The lollipop that was tossing and turning in his mouth stopped, and Rong Yi listened to the overly calm footsteps approaching slowly.

He clearly knew that the so-called "haunted" dungeon was most likely created by these inner ghosts, but Rong Yi was still stimulated by the cold atmosphere of the footsteps and his adrenalin surged.

She involuntarily stood up straight, stepped back slightly, and stared at the stairs.

Behind him, something suddenly happened.

Soft and hard, tall and cold, like a wall that suddenly appeared.

Rong Yi took a deep breath and turned around suddenly!

The tall and pale boy stood upright behind her, with his head lowered, his dark eyes staring at her for a moment!

Rong Yi's heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat involuntarily filled his back!

Where did he come from? She clearly heard footsteps coming from the stairs, right? !

Could it be that the floor was too empty, and the echo gave her the illusion?

Although, although the way of appearing is a bit strange, it is a person after all, please take him back to the teaching area, it should be fine.

Rong Yi looked at the boy's stature and appearance, guessing that he was in the third year of high school. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say "Hello, senior", he suddenly remembered his personality.

She is the eldest sister of the second (third) class of high school, how could she say "Hello, senior" as a greeting from a well-behaved student?

So she crossed her waist, shook her legs, and the lollipop sticks were twisted around in her mouth, and she raised her head at the boy:

"Hey, why are you here?"

The boy was still staring straight at her, and there seemed to be a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

But when Rong Yi looked again, his face was still snow-white and expressionless.

"Sister Rong is asking you something! Mute?" Rong Yi frowned and slashed, a girl with a stern voice and a bad temper: "Forget it, it looks stupid."

"In this way, you take me back to the second (third) class of high school, and Sister Rong will let you be my little brother and follow me. How about it?"

Hearing such arrogant words, why should the senior of the third year scold her?

Unexpectedly, the boy nodded without saying a word, and actually led the way forward.

Rong Yi was bewildered, this is a masochist, right?

Although the **** does not speak, he leads the way very well.

He always kept a two-step distance from Rong Yi, paying attention to whether she was following from time to time. At the fork in the road, he would wait for a while, signal a direction, and go over at the same time as Rong Yi, making sure that he was always in her sight, so that she would not panic because she couldn't see the person leading the way.

Following along, Rong Yi began to feel a familiar feeling.

This step-by-step, meticulous and thoughtful, full online navigation method——

With my little boyfriend, too! picture! !

Although one is physically leading the way, the other is real-time text navigation in WeChat, but the subtle sense of rhythm when leading the way, the inquiry and care of her every step——

All too! picture! !

Rong Yi looked at the boy in front of him who was wearing a blue school uniform with pockets and did not hide his upright figure, and couldn't help but start thinking about it——

The little boyfriend said that his mentor asked him to take on some government-government secret projects. Could it be that he lied to her?

In fact, he secretly hacked into the game to accompany her?

Rong Yi shook his head again.

Shouldn't be possible. If he can do this, why did the first two copies come to accompany her? Why not meet her directly?

And the little boyfriend always said he was ugly, but this boy——

Rong Yi raised his head, the sun hit the boy's excessively fair skin, and his tall nose cast a well-defined shadow. .

He is so handsome, almost like Fan Xingze who is ten years younger without glasses.

impossible. She said to herself, this is just a player or NPC who feels a bit like Ai Zhensheng.

It's all to blame for Ai Zhensheng, who always doesn't meet him, so that he can think of him whenever he sees anyone.

While thinking about it, the voices in her ears gradually became lively. The tall senior had already brought her to the door of the second (third) class of high school, still staring at her with that kind of penetrating eyes, moving her head slightly, as if to signal her to go in. .

It is now the end of get out of class, and the students are going in and out, looking curiously at the senior boy brought back by their eldest sister.

Luo Huayue hurried over and pulled her sleeve: "Sister Rong, you're here!"

Rong Yi was staggered and looked up again, the boy had already walked away, leaving a tall figure standing out from the crowd.

She still couldn't hold back:

"Hey!"

Rong Yi rushed to the back and shouted:

"Which class are you in, what's your name?"

Noisy hallway. The boys seemed to hear it, but they didn't seem to hear it.

He paused slightly, turned around the corner of the corridor, and disappeared from Rong Yi's field of vision.