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ICE restrained its smile.

ICE crouched down.

ICE hugs itself.

ICE said nothing.

Rong Yi patted him on the shoulder: "Is it possible that you are wrong?"

Passing by two girls who went to play Die Fairy last night, their conversations floated in detail;

"...It's scary...don't go again...Die Xian..."

"...Stairs... The female ghost in red... You can see it... I had a nightmare all night..."

ICE gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "...Yes, I must have read it wrong."

Rong Yi:  …

Luo Huayue sucked in a breath of air: "No, no, no, this dungeon doesn't really have ghosts, right! After all, we are just pretending to be ghosts?"

"Who told you!" Zhang Haiyang hugged his head and wailed: "The mission only says we are going to scare people, but it doesn't say that we are the only ones scare people!"

ICE shut up for a while, then suddenly said, "No! I saw the woman in red yesterday—"

Zhang Haiyang: "Don't say that word!"

ICE: "...When I was young, I heard the system beep. Isn't it a reminder that we were successfully frightened and the player's SAN value dropped?"

"Or is it that the SAN value dropped by the real ghosts is also counted on our heads? Can there be such a good thing?"

He nestled in the shadows of a few people and chose a hidden angle to open the floating screen, flipping up and down unskilledly, and suddenly "Ah!"

ICE poked at the floating screen anxiously: "Oops! It turns out that we also have SAN values!"

"What I heard was not the sound of getting SAN value, but the sound of dropping SAN value myself!"

Luo Huayue: "...I heard the beep just now. I thought it was because the two classmates who walked past were still reminiscing about the panic incident last night, and their SAN value dropped again... Could it be..."

Zhang Haiyang fought with his teeth: "...I also..."

Rong Yi also heard the prompt sound. She thought the same as Luo Huayue, thinking that last night's intimidation operation was too successful, making the players "unforgettable".

There are many people in the corridor, she said decisively:

"Go to the toilet!"

There is a single compartment in the toilet, which is the nearest place to view the floating screen.

Now we must confirm as soon as possible, the SAN value data of everyone in the team, and the next direction of action.

Rong Yi locked the compartment door, opened the floating screen, followed the flashing red dot, and finally found his SAN value bar in the deepest part of the task panel.

Oh, small things, really can hide!

SAN Value: 7/10

illustrate:

1. When the SAN value is less than 9, it will drop at a rate of -1 every 12 hours.

1. When the SAN value is lower than 4 points, the player will be in a state of mental disorientation, see horror hallucinations, and then have a complete mental breakdown, losing his personality and consciousness. This state will continue into the real world.

2. Once the SAN value falls, it cannot be recovered by itself.

3. You can get other players' SAN value and exchange it for your own SAN value. Exchange rate: 10 (other players' SAN value) = 1 (own SAN value)

Rong Yi: ... the copy Tiankeng! Isn't this mechanism just forcing them to pretend to be scary every night to maintain their SAN value?

But on the scary way, you may encounter a real ghost, the SAN value drops again, and you have to get the SAN value of other players...

Nightmare, dream, cycle, cycle.

Rong Yi opened the group communication with a headache.

Rong Yi: 7 o'clock.

Luo Huayue: 6

ICE: 5.

As a person who directly witnessed the female ghost, the SAN value of ICE is directly halved.

Zhang Haiyang: ... 5

This is sheer cowardice.

Rong Yi: Yesterday we gained a total of 49 SAN points, which can be converted into 4 points of our own SAN points. ICE Zhang Haiyang adds a point per person. 2 points left to save just in case.

In this way, the lowest SAN value in the team is 6, which can last for 24 hours, enough for them to earn SAN value for exchange and fill tonight.

The crowd had no objection. Rong Yi, as the captain, allocated points, and reunited with the restless people in the bathroom.

The bell for class had already rang, and they had no time to communicate more, so they had to go back to the classroom first.

This is a math class. The suave, tall math teacher walked into the classroom with a big triangle board between them, and greeted with a smile: "Morning, classmates."

Rong Yi heard from the classmates, "God!" "Mr. Zhang is so handsome again" and so on.

Indeed, from the perspective of high school students, Teacher Zhang can be regarded as a campus male god.

But in Rong Yi's eyes, he was just a good-natured NPC.

Right now, her thoughts are all on a few classmates in the class.

The rear row has a wide field of vision, and she was able to see the whole class at a glance. Last night, none of the people who participated in the Die Xian game came to the class, and even the last boy who was scared and fooled by ICE also came.

That boy is undoubtedly a player, and his SAN value should have dropped to a critical value, but why does he just look a little haggard today, but his spirit is stable, and he can still sit here upright and listen to the class?

And, last night they got 49 SAN points. According to Rong Yi's observation, 5 out of the 7 people in ICE should be players. On average, each person lost almost 10 SAN points!

Then they should all have had a mental breakdown and been eliminated!

Thinking about it, there are only two possibilities:

1. The SAN value base of ordinary players is larger than that of the inner ghost team.

2. Contrary to the fact that the SAN value of the inner ghost will fall by itself, the SAN value of ordinary players can be recovered by itself.

No matter what kind of possibility, the SAN value, this important data in the dungeon is equivalent to the blood bar, the ordinary players have an absolute advantage over the inner ghost camp!

No wonder the little boyfriend said that as long as it wasn't the inner ghost team, this dungeon was quite simple.

Rong Yi thought of the "balance of the game" that Zhang Haiyang said. The difference in the SAN value attribute, and the setting that the average player's 10 points can only be worth 1 point for them, are undoubtedly a reflection of the balance of the game.

Because the ghosts that ordinary players have to face are the "pretend ghosts" and "real ghosts" of the inner ghost team, the probability of losing the SAN value is much higher than them.

Correspondingly, the SAN value base of the inner ghost team is smaller, and it is more difficult to restore the SAN value.

Rong Yi was immersed in his own thoughts, and unknowingly, he heard the bell for the end of get out of class.

"Classmates, there will be a math test this afternoon." Teacher Zhang's warm voice came, and there was a low voice in the classroom.

Rong Yi found that some classmates looked at her strangely.

She immediately reacted: Teacher Wang is the head teacher and has a strict personality. As the eldest sister, she did not dare to refute it in person.

But this math teacher Zhang has a gentle personality, and the eldest sister will definitely bully the soft and fear the hard!

"Bang!" Rong Yi put his hand in his trouser pocket, kicked his desk, and complained loudly, "I just finished the test yesterday and I'm taking the test again today, it's really annoying!"

The math teacher didn't take it seriously, but smiled and said to the classmates, "It's all for your own good. Before the exam, if you have any questions you don't understand, you can come to the office to find me."

"I will do my best to answer the questions of the first 15 classmates."

"Student Rong Yi, I will tell Teacher Wang about your class performance today."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the classroom with the triangular board in between.

A string in Rong Yi's mind suddenly tightened!

Today's math test, like yesterday's Chinese test, should be used to give players important tips.

The math teacher will give 15 classmates a topic - isn't that what the game means to raise the average score!

As for whether these 15 people are players or NPCs, whether they are ordinary camps or inner ghost camps, then it depends on their ability.

Boy, roll, roll it up for me!

The other players were obviously aware of this. The whole class stood up almost at the same time as Rong Yi, their eyes burning with thirst for knowledge, the desks and chairs rang out, and they rushed out of the door!

Rong Yi looked at the lively study scene, but sat down instead.

wrong.

Not to mention whether she can win a high school student with high energy, she is a big sister, and she is competing for a tutoring place, which is properly considered OOC!

There must be other ways for her to catch up with this inner volume... There must be!

Some classmates have already started fighting to get out of the classroom first. Zhang Haiyang is uneasy: "Is this going to be an indiscriminate fight? The 15 people standing at the end will win the supreme right to tutoring?"

ICE moved its muscles and bones, Orchid flipped her fingers, and her wrists clacked: "I can do it alone, but looking at their desperate posture, it's impossible for me to drag three."

Rong Yi made a decisive decision: "Coach, you. If possible, repeat what Teacher Zhang said to us as much as possible."

ICE rushed into the crowded students with a sweeping momentum, and quickly rushed out of the classroom!

Judging from the position of the students screaming from near and far, ICE has rushed all the way to the front row of the tutoring team.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the corridor, the classroom was empty, with only Rong Yi, Luo Huayue, and Zhang Haiyang remaining.

Zhang Haiyang whimpered and hugged his head: "What should I do? I'm already bad at math, so I definitely won't get any prompts... If I don't get prompts at night, I might reveal that the mission failed... The SAN value will also drop by itself. , I'll be crazy at this time tomorrow... In case I see that at night—"

Speaking of this, Zhang Haiyang suddenly raised his head: "I heard a beep."

Luo Huayue hates that iron cannot become steel: "The more you think about scary things, the faster the value of SAN will be lost! Don't think about it!"

Zhang Haiyang: "...don't think about it...don't think about the red clothes...ah! It's gone again!"

His eyes became dazed, and his lips trembled as he looked at the back of the classroom, as if some monster had appeared out of thin air!

"Snapped!"

Suddenly a slap woke him up.

Rong Yi shook his hand and said coldly, "Hold your mind."

Zhang Haiyang covered his face: "Yes, but the mind is out of control—"

Rong Yi quickly added the remaining two points to his SAN value, which had dropped to 4, and slapped him again: "Crack!"

"The more you think about not thinking about one thing, the more you will think about it. All you have to do is use your brain on another thing."

As the SAN value returned to 6, Zhang Haiyang's eyes became clear: "...another thing?"

Rong Yi pulled out the brand-new "Complete Interpretation of High School Mathematics Textbooks" from the table and slapped it on the table.

"Math, only mathematics, can instantly occupy all the memory of the brain!"

She instructed Luo Huayue: "You have good grades, and you are more familiar with high school mathematics. You tutor him first, and then consolidate and strengthen yourself."

Luo Huayue: "Sister Rong, what about you?"

Rong Yi looked at Teacher Wang Wen who appeared at the back door of the classroom, holding his arms and looking gloomy.

"...I'm going to verify the balance of the game."

Mr. Zhang's small report was really fast. When he walked on the front foot, Mr. Wang slipped Rong Yiti to the teaching office on the back foot.

As for why not the teacher's office--

Rong Yi thought, it must be because the current office is a battlefield for the right to tutoring, and the idle people are all retreating.

The sparse-haired dean and Teacher Wang scolded both males and females, scolding for a full class break. The people who Rong Yi was scolded were all numb, and he didn't wait for the "trial" he imagined for the inner ghost team alone.

Shouldn't she have her handwritten 3,000 words to check on the spot, and she will get reward items after writing it?

What about the "balance of the game"? Did she guess wrong?

Just when she couldn't help but doubt herself, someone knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The passionate dean and teacher Wang who had been scolding suddenly stopped.

They changed their faces instantly, and both came to the door respectfully.

The dean of teaching slightly bent over and twisted the door handle gently. The cautious welcome gesture made Rong Yi feel that it was not surprising that he immediately laid a red carpet at the door.

The door opened.

The bright sunlight outside the corridor outlines the tall figure of the boy.

He stood at the door, because the light behind him was too strong, and his face was hidden in the darkness. Not a word.

"Student A!" The dean was very enthusiastic, and he and Teacher Wang both welcomed him in: "Please come in, please come in! Do you have anything to do with us?"

A senior? Rong Yi stuck his head out from behind the dean.

Teacher Wang took the opportunity to educate Rong Yi: "Look at you, you are a fool all day!"

"Senior A, who is only one year older than you, has already obtained the qualification for admission to major B, the champion of the International Mathematical Olympiad, and now he is still helping the second-year teacher with the papers in his spare time."

"They're all students from the same school, why is there such a big gap in life?!"

Rong Yi's eyes lit up!

Is he out of papers?

Isn't the balance of the game here!

"Yes Teacher Wang! I know I was wrong!"

Rong Yi bowed, and Mr. Wang forgot the words below: "Thank you and Director Yu for your earnest teaching, let me know my own shortcomings!"

"Your words seem to have opened a skylight in my dirty heart, allowing me to see a bright and sunny future!"

"From today onwards, I will study hard and make progress every day. Please supervise me from teachers and classmates!"

Under the shocked gazes of Teacher Wang and Director Yu, she rushed to Senior A's side, raised her head, and revealed a pure curiosity:

"Senior, can you help me with tutoring?"

Senior A looked down at her, again with that kind of straight, penetrating gaze.

But Rong Yi has gradually become immune to the inexplicable fear atmosphere that he brought with him.

Oh, no matter how scary, isn't it still my little brother?

Senior A nodded and walked out of the teaching room first. Rong Yi followed closely.

The door closed softly behind the two of them. The dean and Teacher Wang looked at each other.

"...The one who came here specifically to wait for her prodigal son to return?"

"...It's a bit fierce to turn around, I'm not afraid of flashing my neck."

When Rong Yi brought Senior A back to the classroom, she and Luo Huayue and Zhang Haiyang surrounded him, and when they were preparing to make up the class, they discovered an important problem:

"...you can't speak?"

From the first time I met Senior A, he was like a silent and pale statue, making no sound at all.

Today, he is still silent, a look of embarrassment flashed across his pale face.

Rong Yi handed over a piece of scratch paper: "So, whether you don't want to speak or can't speak, can you just communicate with us by writing?"

Senior A looked at her and nodded. His hands are as white and slender as human beings, and even the most common water pens are well-defined and pleasing to the eye.

He opened the "Complete Interpretation of High School Mathematics Textbook", pointed to one of the questions, wrote dragons and snakes on the scratch paper, and wrote Junxiu handwriting:

"first."

"Let your object be X."