Trash games kill me [holographic]

An Zhengchu was dumbfounded, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop it: "No, wait—how can this be done?!!!"

Guozijian? !Many students? !Isn't he just a scholar?

Changed job to become a scholar in a monster-fighting and upgrading game? !

Is there anything worse than this? !

Then what force value will he have in the future?How to play games?How to make money?

As a professional gamer, thinking of the bleak future ahead, An Zhengchu's mind is full of who am I, where am I, and what am I doing...

Seeing that he was stunned, he wiped his face with a horizontal knife: "You...so you joined?" He felt... Ever since he knew Ah Jiu, a sense of powerlessness often came to him.

An Zhengchu was on the verge of crying, "I, I... I just didn't finish my sentence!" He was completely cheated! ! "What should I do now? Can I quit? I don't want to join this shitty Imperial Academy!!"

He was so angry that he swears, which shows how outrageous this old man is.

Of course Heng Dao and the others knew that he was just interrupted after he finished speaking - but, the system had already sent a notification, this... is a final matter, and there is no way to change it.

Everyone looked at him sympathetically.Although I don't know what this Guozijian does, but it doesn't sound like a serious combat profession.

Hengdao sympathized and wanted to laugh, but seeing An Zhengchu's pitiful appearance, he couldn't hold back his smile, tried his best to put on a calm appearance, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, no matter how trash you are, brother, I It will cover you too."

When who can't see he's snickering?An Zhengchu glared at him angrily.

The old man didn't care what they said, he patted his buttocks and stood up, not forgetting to pick up his crutch.He straightened his collar and cleared his throat. In an instant, he changed from the bantering old man Pengci to an upright old scholar.

He met Shang An Zhengchu's angry eyes with a serious face: "What do you mean you didn't finish talking?! I listened so well, I can't allow you to deny it!" Then he stroked his beard with difficulty concealing his joy, " That’s great, I’m finally stuck—cough, cough, cough, I knew you were suitable for our Imperial College. At first glance, you are quick-witted and talented. Cough, you are welcome to join our Imperial College!”

Everyone didn't miss the word "pit" that he said.So, it really is touch porcelain?

Everyone couldn't help it, Qiqi looked at him with contempt, and then looked sympathetically at An Zhengchu who was crouching there dejectedly.

It's too awful!Unexpectedly, these days, there are still NPCs who cheat people to change jobs... Just because this old man needs to be tricked and abducted to get people changed jobs, it can be seen that this "Guozijian student" is not a good thing.

Of course, there is no need for others to say more, An Zhengchu, who knew what the Imperial College was, was already so frustrated that he almost went around the corner to draw circles.

He still needs to make money... It's fine if he can't get into the fighting profession of Niu X, but what's the point of being a student in the Imperial College... It's useless to be a scholar! !What can scholars do here?Reading to a bunch of monsters?

The old man was beaming, and grabbed him: "Come on, come in with me to go through the formalities." Like catching a chick, he picked up An Zhengchu casually.

Unsuspecting An Zhengchu was suddenly grabbed by the collar and pulled back, Haoxuan couldn't hold back his breath, and began to struggle with his hands and feet.

Heng Dao hurriedly stretched out his hand to help, and with the other hand used his palm as a knife to slash at the old man's arm, trying to make him let go.

The old man let go of the pain: "What are you doing—" Looking back, he happened to be glaring at Shang Hengdao, and then looked at An Zhengchu, who was holding his neck and coughing dryly.

He immediately felt guilty, tugged at his collar, cleared his throat, flicked his wide sleeves, put one hand behind his back, and put the crutch grasped horizontally on the ground with the other hand, and said in a fairy-like manner: "It's the old man who is too impatient. " He raised his hand to caress the white beard, and smiled amiably, "It's also—" He looked at An Zhengchu, "It's rare to see such a good seedling, so it's understandable for the old man to be a little impatient."

Is it rare for someone to be transferred to their Guozijian?The eyes of everyone said so.Moreover, the old man changed his face too quickly.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the old man was a little embarrassed, and turned to An Zhengchu: "Don't worry, since you have entered our country's prison, this old man will definitely not treat you badly. Follow me in first to pay homage to the sages. I will give you good things later." After finishing speaking, He stretched out his hand towards the front room, and walked forward first.

An Zhengchu looked at Hengdao hesitantly.

Hengdao said dryly: "Although... ahem, it's a bit unexpected, but it's okay if you come here. You have already joined the job, so let's go and have a look."

An Zhengchu looked at him wanting to cry but without tears: "Tell me, can I still make money from games in the future?"

His aggrieved expression made Hengdao a little distressed, but I'm sorry, he really wanted to laugh more.Hengdao coughed twice: "It's okay, let's study the live broadcast first."

Why is this guy obsessed with the live broadcast—more anxious than him!

This thought flashed by, and An Zhengchu sighed: "Forget it, go and see what the old man wants to give me."

Hengdao nodded: "If there is no accident, it should be professional equipment and weapons."

An Zhengchu understood: "If you change jobs—" His face changed drastically, "I...have a bad feeling." What reliable weapon can a student of the Imperial College have?

Seeing his frightened expression, Hengdao was a little curious: "What's wrong?" He thought for a while, "What is this Imperial College?"

Panda and the others also leaned over curiously.

An Zhengchu said with a bitter face, "It's...the place where people read books in ancient times."

Oh, reading—reading? !

The panda's eyes widened: "So... the student is a real student?"

An Zhengchu nodded in frustration, "If I'm not mistaken."

So, An Zhengchu wants to become a scholar in this game?The four pandas burst out laughing.Just now, I could only suspect that Guozijian was not a good job, but now it is a certainty!

Seeing them laugh together, An Zhengchu became even more desperate.

As a partner, Heng Dao struggled to hold back his laughter, and pulled him forward: "Don't think about it, just go in and take a look."

The corner they were at was a T-shaped three-way intersection. To go to the Beijing Household Registration Division, they had to turn left.

But who knew, there was actually a small path on the left side. As soon as they turned around, they collided with the old man coming out of the small path—of course, now they know that this old man might be lying in ambush every day waiting to touch porcelain. .

The old man was walking into the path.

It is said to be a small road, but compared to the main road outside, it is actually enough for a carriage to pass.At the end of the path is a tall and bright gate.There is a plaque hanging on the door, but the font inside the plaque has been weathered and peeled off, and it is too mottled to read clearly.

Although the door is a little peeling and old, it still looks quite mighty.

Hengdao hurriedly comforted An Zhengchu again: "This job looks pretty good, and it has a serious appearance. Many NPCs who change jobs are picked up by the roadside."

His job-changing NPC was also picked up by the side of the road, and it didn't do much good.An Zhengchu was powerless: "Ah... Guozijian..." The dignified Guozijian, no matter how you say it, is the highest school, if the appearance is not good, how bad it is.

Seeing that he was still unhappy, Heng Dao could only squeeze his hand comfortingly: "Don't worry, there is me."

An Zhengchu glanced at him, sighed, and pulled himself together.

The old man was already standing under the wide open door and waved to them: "Come quickly."

They had to hurry up.

Passing through the Guangliang gate, you will see the big screen wall with the word "xue" covered with moss.Bypassing the screen wall, the three sides of the eyes are tall buildings with single eaves, pointed roofs and long corridors, with a row of partition doors lined up, which is very domineering.

Unfortunately, except for the door at the far end of the front room, all the other doors are closed.

With the mottled door panels and pillars, several holes in the window panes, coupled with the weeds and dead leaves all over the yard and the half-dead evergreen trees at the four corners, the so-called Imperial College looks... extraordinarily bleak.

An Zhengchu's spirits, which had been fought with great difficulty, were immediately vented.

Hengdao couldn't say anything good about the dilapidated courtyard, so he squeezed his palm to comfort him.

The old man walked straight to the only two doors that were open as usual.

An Zhengchu had given up any hope for the Imperial College, he gave Heng Dao a bitter look, and followed silently.

When you step into the room, you will be greeted by a yellowed portrait of Confucius.Under the portrait is a desk with shriveled fruits, an incense burner with green smoke, and a bundle of old incense.

Other than that, nothing else.

There is also a small door in the northwest corner of the room, presumably leading to the room with the long row of other doors.

Old man, oh no, he should be called Guozijian Jijiu.

Reversing the attitude of messing around just now, he walked slowly to the desk, twisted three incense sticks solemnly, lit them, held the incense sticks in both hands, raised them to his forehead, and murmured to the portrait of Confucius.

After a while, he bowed respectfully three times, stepped forward, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Then he twirled three more sticks of incense, lit them, handed them to An Zhengchu, and said lightly, "Place incense to the sages, and salute." After he finished, he waved his hand and fanned Heng Dao and others to the door.

Everyone was stunned.Fuck, this old man seems to be very powerful too.

An Zhengchu didn't pay attention.As Heng Dao said, since it has become a fact, let's accept it with peace of mind.Anyway, he is also a major in ancient Chinese literature, so he can't be disrespectful to the sages.

He respectfully took the incense, imitated the way of offering wine, held the incense and bowed three times, stepped forward, and carefully inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Jijiu seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Heng Dao, who was leaning on the door and watching, felt a thump in his heart, and was about to speak——

【Current】【Ding!The player has a cup of wine and officially joined the Imperial College, and was awarded the title of "Supervisor". 】

[Team Frequency] [Ding!The team member officially joined the Imperial College with a glass of wine, and was awarded the title of "Supervisor". 】

You have to pay homage to the incense before you officially join the job?So he was still cheated? !An Zhengchu turned his head to look at the old man: "It's not that—"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a system box popped up in front of him——

[The world is in disarray, rituals and music are disintegrated, classics and prose are in ruins, and imperial learning is in disarray.Today, there is a player who has successfully joined the Imperial College with a glass of wine. He follows the codes of the virtuous, inherits the teacher's enlightenment, and opens the way of enlightenment for the majority of foolish people.

This is the first time for a player to join the Chaotang system. As a result, "Lost Civilization" officially opens the Chaotang line.This feat is worthy of being recorded in the history of the game and will be announced to the world. Will the name be announced?

whether】

An Zhengchu was completely stunned.

Hengdao sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly asked him: "What's wrong?"

After An Zhengchu said so and so about the system notification, Hengdao frowned immediately: "No. Don't announce it."

"Oh." An Zhengchu didn't bother to ask why, and frantically pressed negative.

[Huaxia District] [The world is in disarray, rituals and music have collapsed, classics and prose have fallen, and imperial learning has fallen.Today there are righteous men from the rivers and lakes who are included in the Guozijian, follow the codes of the virtuous, inherit the teacher's enlightenment, and open the way of enlightenment for the vast number of foolish people. They are indeed pioneers of our generation.This is the first time to break the barrier between the rivers and lakes and the court, and "The Lost Civilization-Huaxia District" officially opens the court line. 】

The quiet Huaxia District channel suddenly exploded.

[Huaxia District] The hand that lights the cigarette trembles slightly: Fuck, what the hell is the Chaotang line? !

[Huaxia District] Shadow Killer: Chaotang Line?Does it mean you can be an official?

[Huaxia District] Soul Killing: Let me ask you a question, can people who have already joined the job still enter the court line?

[Huaxia District] Dongfang cute: Does no one pay attention to what is that "Guozijian"?

……

An Zhengchu silently turned off the Huaxia District chat channel, looked up at the people at the door: "What should I do?"

Hengdao looked at him with a dark face: "Baby, it seems that you can be an official with your profession..."

An Zhengchu: ...

Seeing the shocked eyes of others, he wiped his face and turned back to face the old man.

Jijiu stroked his beard, and asked him in a gentle voice: "Do you know what is the function of the establishment of our country's Zijian?"

An Zhengchu was stunned, thought for a while, and obediently followed his words and answered: "Teacher Cheng asks, learn knowledge."

Jijiu nodded: "That's right. This is the first." He cupped his hands towards the portrait of Confucius, "The second is to learn from the master and open the way of enlightenment for the majority of foolish people."

An Zhengchu scratched his head.The system notification also said just now.However, he remembered that Guozijian was just an educational institution, did he remember wrongly?It's still a misreading of Guozijian in this era-oh no, this is a game, it's just a setting problem.

Jijiu naturally didn't know what he was slandering, so he took out a large stack of thick booklets out of thin air, and handed them to An Zhengchu: "Take it."

An Zhengchu glanced at it randomly, and there were a lot of miscellaneous things such as "The Analects of Confucius", "Tang Poetry Collection", "Song Ci Collection" and so on.

He took it over and said blankly, "This is...?"

Jijiu said casually: "Oh, these are your future textbooks."

An Zhengchu swallowed, "...what do you mean?"

The sacrificial wine said earnestly: "The first step in becoming a master is to memorize the classics of the sages." He patted An Zhengchu on the shoulder, "And, in the future, you will rely on these to deal with the enemy. Study hard and look after you~~"

An Zhengchu: ...

He is here to play games, not to study hard and improve every day! !

trash game! !

Convex (fuck dish)