When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

"Main quest 1/4, "Liu Wuhuan's Dream" has been opened."

"Current number of participants in the dream: 2."

"Injury and death in the dream will be synchronized to the real world."

"The dream will last until 8 o'clock tomorrow night. Avoid the dream ending early, otherwise the participants in the dream will never wake up again."

"Let things develop according to the original track, complete the event puzzle, and find the truth... Otherwise, the dream will change."

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"Brother Ji? A Xiong? Don't sleep! The teacher is coming!"

Someone patted his shoulder, and Su Yuan slowly opened his eyes. At this time, he was lying on a desk.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his head, which was empty.

"It feels like I just woke up. Is A Xiong calling me? Who is Brother Ji..."

Before he had time to scan the surrounding environment, a footstep had stopped beside him.

Su Yuan was pulled up by the ear.

"Wu Kunxiong! What did you do last night? "

"You slept in class. You are the worst of the worst class I have ever taught. I think you will be transferred to Class 10 in a while!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a big oily hair and a black short-sleeved shirt.

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, but no one spoke.

"You will stand in this class."

The man returned to the podium to continue the class. Su Yuan wiped the saliva from his face and began to look around.

He was sitting in a classroom surrounded by students in school uniforms.

The fan above his head was creaking, and the sun shone into the classroom. The glass window was half open, and a breeze blew through, and the ponytail of the girl in front of him swayed in the wind.

"Is this a dream? It's too real..." Su Yuan bit his tongue, the smell of blood immediately filled his mouth, and the pain stimulated his brain.

Just now, he even thought he was reborn, and those in his mind were the system prompts.

"I'm still overthinking, this kind of good thing really won't happen to me."

Su Yuan shook his head and began to check the information in his mind.

These prompts should be given by the stone tablet.

It feels like it was said, and it feels like it wasn't said.

"Let things develop according to the original track... But I don't know what it was originally like. The memory of Liu Wuhuan and the school auditorium is blurred..."

"And what kind of situation will cause the dream to end early?"

Su Yuan's brain thought of many things in an instant: "I usually wake up naturally when I dream, unless I am frightened in the dream, or die in the dream, I will wake up early."

"And find the truth of the incident..." "Something really happened in the school, which led to the outbreak of spiritual resentment, and the source was Liu Wuhuan, who was forgotten by everyone.

He was also the owner of the dream, so the most important task now was to find Liu Wuhuan and figure out his current identity.

In front of him was a pile of thick and tall books. Su Yuan picked up one at random and opened the first page. It was written on it:

Class 3, Grade 1, Wu Kunxiong.

"Wu Kunxiong..." Su Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He had no impression of this name, but with so many people in the school, it was normal not to know him.

Dreams are things that happened in the past. Gao Wenyi said that he and Liu Wuhuan were Huan is a classmate, so he should be in the same class as me.

I just don't know which year he disappeared and what grade he is in now.

Thinking of this, Su Yuan turned his head slightly and scanned the surroundings again.

This time, he immediately found several familiar faces, including some students from Class 10.

"Xu Yueyue, Deng Xin, Chen Changping..."

Class 10 is not a fixed class. If you do well in the test scores every semester, you have a chance to be released from prison.

On the contrary, students from other classes who do poorly will be sent to the army.

"It seems that this happened in the first year of high school. Liu Wuhuan is in the same class as me now."

If this is the case, it will be much easier. You can find him with a little inquiry.

"Axiong, what's wrong with you? I called you for a long time just now and you didn't respond." The speaker was Su Yuan's deskmate, a thin boy.

"I was confused in my sleep. "Su Yuan looked at him while speaking.

He was a guy I had no impression of, with hair sticking to his scalp, a greasy face, a circle of unshaved beard around his mouth, and a pair of thick black-framed glasses.

Well... he looked like he could easily get beaten, Su Yuan concluded.

"Okay." The boy nodded helplessly and continued to listen carefully.

The get out of class was not over yet, SuYuan did not dare to ask rashly now, so he could only continue to observe the surroundings while waiting for the bell to ring.

"It was night when I entered the dream, but now it is daytime... It seems that the time in the two worlds is not the same, but I don't know whether the time flow rate is the same."

The sun was lazy and comfortable, not hot, and the big-backed teacher who had just scolded Su Yuan was lecturing on the podium.

Although the big-backed teacher spit a lot when scolding, his voice was very light when he lectured.

The class in the summer afternoon was already drowsy, and the teacher's voice helped to help sleep. Su Yuan saw that many students sat, but their heads drooped from time to time.

Some people deliberately threw their pens on the ground and slept for a few seconds while bending down to pick up the pens.

This method is very practical. Su Yuan thinks that those few seconds are more useful than taking a whole nap.

No matter how Su Yuan looks at it, this is an ordinary classroom, and there is nothing unusual.

"Both the stone tablet and Xia Wu said that dreams are full of dangers. It should just not show up for the time being. We must not take it lightly."

"Dangers in the real world only occur at night, and it may be the same in dreams."

Su Yuan lowered his head, glanced at his thin arms and legs, and frowned immediately.

He also looked like he was vulnerable.

He reached out to the edge of the desk, pinched a corner, and gently applied force.

With a barely perceptible sound, the wooden corner of the desk was easily crushed by him.

"Huh, it seems that the physical fitness is synchronized, otherwise it would be difficult to become a weak chicken."

Su Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no existence like evil spirits in dreams. He and Qi Yinhong both have the physique of the heavenly favored, plus the knife with supernatural power given by Xia Wu, it should be no problem to deal with general dangers.

"No, I still don't know where Qi Yinhong is, or who he's attached to. I should have set up a secret code in advance... No! Where's my knife?!" Thinking of the knife, Su Yuan hurriedly touched his waist and found it was empty.