People, they’re all voyeuristic.
After revising the list, the old witch closed the crumpled booklet and threw it to Wen Jianyan:
"Okay, send it. But you have to make a copy for me to keep."
The young man hurriedly took the roster, helped the slightly crooked legs of the glasses, and replied embarrassedly:
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Trainee teacher… Hmph."
The old witch narrowed her eyes. Behind the greasy lenses, her dark eyes reflected a gloomy light, then she ordered arrogantly:
"It's about time to count the number of students. You're just in time. Come back after you send the roster, I'm very short of manpower here."
"F*ck, every time a bunch of shits comes to me, a bunch of shameless things…"
The woman spat and scolded sloppily as she turned around and walked out, her tall and bloated back disappearing outside the door.
"Bang!"
The door to the duty room was slammed rudely.
Across the door, Wen Jianyan heard the strange humming sound again, accompanied by the woman's heavy footsteps. The humming gradually faded away and was finally engulfed by the darkness.
It was only a few minutes, but for him, it was as long as a century.
Finally, there was only a dead silence in the ears.
"….."
Almost immediately, the youthful and shy smile on the young man's face disappeared like thin snow under the strong sunlight, and only an expressionless silence remained that didn't reveal any emotion.
The barrage was also silent for a few seconds.
[….?]
[The anchor's expression always seems like he was planning something…]
[Speaking of which, he seemed very familiar with the process from the very beginning. Is he some big shot using an alternative account? After all, anchors can use points to change the outer appearance.]
[And if I remember correctly, this anchor had drawn the initial survival time of hell difficulty in the first level. How can ordinary people have such bad luck? Is it a limitation imposed by the system?]
[Yes, yes, I feel the same. The possibility of being an alternative account is very high.]
[However, I have followed the vast majority of S-rank anchors and big guilds, but this live broadcast style… feels a little out of place?]
At this moment, the anchor who had been motionless just now suddenly stood up.
"!!"
The audience watching the live broadcast seemed to be surprised.
They subconsciously held their breath and stared at the young man on the screen. Half surprised and half excitedly looking forward to his next move—
"Yuck——"
Wen Jianyan rushed to the desk with a single step, leaned over to the trash can, and started retching.
His slender fingers pressed firmly against the edge of the desk, his knuckles turned pale due to the force, and combined with the retching sound that rang through the room, it didn't look like an act.
"….."
"….."
The barrage fell into a dead silence.
After a few seconds, rows of "?" appeared slowly.
[…WTF?]
[…The anchor showed such an unfathomable expression just now, and in the end, he showed me this?]
[The anchor is really a newcomer, otherwise, how could the reaction be so big…]
[Maybe he's acting…? I'm not sure…]
Half a minute later, Wen Jianyan stood up while holding the table with a pale face.
He didn't know if it was because he hadn't eaten for too long, but this time he didn't spit out anything.
He wiped the corners of his mouth with a look of prostration. The corners of his eyes were wet and red, and a layer of physiological mist was covered under his long eyelashes.
Oh shit…
Just now it was really…
Terrifying!
The clothes on Wen Jianyan's back were tightly adhered to his skin because of the sweat, the palms of his hands were also wet with sweat, and when the cold wind blew, he couldn't help shivering.
Aaaaahhhh what the hell is this place?
That terrifying smiley face just now was right behind my head! behind my head! So close! So close! I was f*cking scared to death!!
Wen Jianyan's expression twisted slightly.
Fortunately, the NPC who came in later looked at least like a person. Otherwise, he suspected that he would die on the spot.
And, more importantly…
Although Wen Jianyan didn't know how long he had left to live! But it should be very short now — he was afraid it would be over in a few seconds!
He didn't even get the time to spend the 2 billion he just got! He hadn't even enjoyed the good life!
He wasn't get sunk by a criminal group, but because he was pulled into the Nightmare live broadcast software, he died inexplicably…
Don't do this kind of thing!
Wen Jianyan was very desperate now.
Just when he was panicking inside, a "ding" sound was heard in his ear, and then the mechanical sound of the system sounded:
[Congratulations to the anchor for unlocking the new way to earn points!]
[Plot Modification: 31%, Reward points: 10000
As the modification increases, the reward points will also increase significantly.
Note: As the degree of plot modification increases, the instance will undergo uncontrollable changes! Please make persistent efforts to unlock the new plot of the instance!]
[The reward of the live broadcast task is being calculated for you…
Instance exploration: 20%, Reward points: 2000]
[Oops, the system has detected that the host's remaining survival time is less than one minute, and your live broadcast room is about to be closed! Do you want to redeem all the points in your account for survival time for your loyal fans in the live broadcast room?]
!!!
Just waiting for these words!
Wen Jianyan almost cried with joy: "Redeem!"
[Ding! Your points have been redeemed, please open your ID card to check!]
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and calmed down.
Then, he took the ID card out of his pocket, only to see that the words on it had changed.
[ID Card]
Name: Cheng Wei (Changed: Xiao Wen)
Age: 16 (Changed: ???)
Occupation: First-year high school student of Decai Middle School (Changed: First-year Trainee teacher of Decai Middle School)
Related Plot: Not yet unlocked (Changed:???)
All the text before "changed" were light grey, barely visible in low light. As if they would disappear on the card in the next second.
Wen Jianyan looked at it thoughtfully for a few seconds, then flipped the card.
Above was the blood-red countdown.
The survival time increased from a shocking single-digit to one hundred and twenty minutes.
Although it was only two hours, he could at least live to the first settlement point.
Wen Jianyan let out a slow sigh of relief. He stared at the remaining survival time displayed on the card and fell into deep thought.
It seemed that points and survival time were exchanged of one hundred to one.
The rewards given by the instance exploration were really too few. Even if he reach 100%, he would only get 10,000 points.
Of course, more live broadcast tasks might be updated in the future. But whether he could live to that time remained to be seen.
Wen Jianyan touched his chin.
And the plot modification…
Although the points given were really a lot, he did not forget the prompt from the system just now. The follow-up risk of this method was too great.
Then, in the end, there was only one way to get points—
Wen Jianyan lowered his head and looked for it, then tapped in the void to release the live broadcast interface again.
The barrage suddenly came alive.
[!!!]
[Oh oh oh! The anchor has opened the interface!]
[Now you remembered to open the live interface? Finally found out that the points are not enough to survive?]
Wen Jianyan vaguely skimmed over the comments filled with excitement, maliciousness, strangeness, and schadenfreude, and his line of sight fell on the upper right corner of the screen.
[Online audience: 364]
Although the single digits were fluctuating constantly, the changes were not large.
"Hello everyone."
The young man lowered his head slightly, and the light fell on his pale complexion, making his contours more profound and his face clear and handsome.
He raised a smile.
Who knows if it was because of his profession, but Wen Jianyan's lips were very beautiful. The lower lip was soft and plump, but the corners of the lips were narrow and sharp. When they were curved upward, they could easily manipulate people by showing a variety of emotions. Whether it was to intimidate or to express friendship, it could be done without any trouble.
"The previous situation was too urgent, and I didn't have the time to say hello to everyone. I'm sorry."
Wen Jianyan's eyelashes were slightly drooping, and there was no haze in his light amber eyes, appearing clear and honest. Although the voice was slightly hoarse because of the retching just now, the apology was very sincere.
"….."
The viewers were dumbfounded for a moment.
Indeed, the situation just now was so urgent that the anchor had no choice but to block the barrage.
He didn't mean it either!
Looking at the host's sincere and handsome face, some viewers couldn't help but start to reflect on themselves, whether they were too harsh on this novice anchor before.
As a result, more friendly comments appeared.
[It's okay, it's understandable.]
[It's the first time a new anchor can play like this. It's amazing.]
Some people even threw some small gifts into the live broadcast room as comfort.
Watching the increase in points displayed on the screen, Wen Jianyan rolled his eyes without a trace.
Next, he randomly picked a few questions from the comments to answer.
"How does it feel? It's hard to describe. Of course, there is a little bit of fear, but it's not because of you guys."
"Of course, I want to go out alive."
"Hahahaha, I'm single."
Finally, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on a comment, it seemed that he subconsciously read out the content:
"Is the anchor really playing for the first time? It's really not someone's ghost account—"
He stopped speaking.
After a while, the young man smiled at the screen, and said with a calm attitude: "Ah, I'm sorry, I stopped for too long. It's time to continue."
After speaking, without waiting for the chat to respond, Wen Jianyan simply and neatly blocked the live broadcasting interface again.
[???]
[!!!???]
[Wait! I seem to be aware of something!]
[Is there anyone who went to see the anchors of several major guilds above level-B who did not open a live broadcast today!]
[The retching just now was definitely acting! Absolutely!]
The comments swiped frantically, countless speculations emerged, and the number of people watching the live broadcast also soared. In the next few minutes, it rose from more than 300 to nearly 800, and it was still increasing.
Although Wen Jianyan blocked the broadcasting interface, he did not turn it off yet..
He squinted his eyes as he listened to the sound effect of the live gift, and a fleeting smile flashed across his lips.
People.
They are all voyeuristic.
However, both the number of people online and the reward points were still too few. First, raise them, and then slaughter them when they are fattened.
Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the corner of the interface, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
There was a miniature version of the flower pot icon.
It was the apple seedling that the system just sent.
However, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt… the soil layer on the flower pot seemed to bulge a little.
Wen Jianyan stared at it for a while, then frowned.
The icon was too small, maybe it was his imagination.
He shook his head and turned off the interface completely.
Wen Jianyan stood up. Although his legs were still a little weak, they were much better than before.
Before turning to leave, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the mirror.
Although the matter had passed, he still had some lingering fears when he thought about what happened just now.
In the half-broken mirror, the bluish-white smiling face had disappeared, and only the cabinet was still half-open.
…Cabinet?
Wen Jianyan showed a thoughtful look.
Speaking of which, the roster of this year's students was also dug out from here, so… were there some important clues here?
It was better to act than just think.
Wen Jianyan stepped forward and leaned over to look for something in the messy cabinet.
Because his life was at stake just now, and he didn't have a purpose, he only did some rough rummaging, and now he finally had the opportunity to rummage through the entire cabinet in detail.
"Click."
A slight crisp sound sounded.
A small hidden drawer popped up from the bottom of the cabinet.
Really.
Wen Jianyan pursed his lips, preventing his excitement from showing on his face, and lowered his head to examine the bits and pieces in the drawer.
The drawers were dusty and piled with useless clutter, old yellowed photos, a few crumpled pieces of change, a half-cut red comb, scraps of paper, rags, and small pieces of glass, nothing special.
Except…
Wen Jianyan's eyes moved and his gaze stopped on one of the corners of the drawer.
There lay a small red cloth pouch.
In the grey background, the blood-red little pouch appeared too bright, almost to the point of dazzling, like a wound oozing out blood.
He paused, and carefully reached out to pick it up.
The pouch was not big, only the size of the thumbnail, and was tightly wrapped with thin black threads, inexplicably exuding a strange and ominous feeling.
Wen Jianyan untied the cloth pouch.
The blood-red cloth spread out silently, revealing a small section of jet-black, shiny hair tied with a red string, and… a molar.
The pale tooth was very dazzling against the background of the red cloth, looking very strange.
Wen Jianyan felt that the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant.
At this moment, a crisp "ding dong" sound sounded in his ears:
[Congratulations to the anchor for obtaining one of the hidden items in the instance (difficult)!]
[Collection Degree: 1/3]
Wen Jianyan asked in his mind: "Is there any reward for finding hidden items?"
For example, points that can be exchanged for survival time!
He held his breath in anticipation.
The unwavering female voice of the system replied:
[More rewards are waiting to be unlocked.]
Wen Jianyan: "….."
Okay.
It looks like there are no points.
Forget it, something is better than nothing.
He sighed, wrapped the red cloth again and put it in his pocket, and closed the drawer.
In the place where the anchor couldn't see, the barrage became hot:
[If I am not wrong, among three hidden items in this novice instance, one is easy, one is difficult, and the other is legendary?]
[F*ck, other anchors desperately broke into the duty room, and waste all their abilities to get the items… Is it that simple to get it?]
[Good lord, for newcomers finding the first hidden item is always difficult. This anchor is not ordinary.]
[Upstairs, you just came in, right? The anchor is not a newcomer at first glance. But I just don't know which big shot's trumpet[1] is this?]
Wen Jianyan left the duty room and walked toward the door of the dormitory.
He took a deep breath, then carefully pushed the door open with his fingertips and peeked outside.
The sky was dark, and a thick shadow shrouded the campus in front of him.
As he expected, the school covered a very small area, and the school building not far away was only four stories high. From this angle, he could vaguely see a small crooked playground and a small artificial lake not far away.
There was no lightning in the school building and it was very dark.
Just when Wen Jianyan was about to take his eyes back, he suddenly found a shadow standing silently in front of a window on the fourth floor.
In the darkness, a thicker shadow outlined the outline of a human figure.
The shadow stood still in front of the window, silent and motionless.
He didn't know why, but Wen Jianyan felt that it was watching him.
He suddenly felt a cold chill cling to the back of his neck, causing goosebumps instantly.
So infiltrative…
At this moment, the shadow raised its hand and gently pressed it on the window. A pale and blurry face emerged from the darkness, and slowly and firmly stuck to the window——
"Thud!"
The next second, a clear sound of knocking against the door sounded without warning, almost exploding in front of Wen Jianyan.
F*ck aaaaaaaaahhhh!
Wen Jianyan's scalp went numb in an instant, and the hair stood on the end.
He saw that the door in front of him was vigorously pushed open in the darkness.
The old witch's tall and bloated figure appeared in the night. While wiping her hands on her greasy skirt, she looked at Wen Jianyan in surprise: "Trainee, have you sent the list?"
Wen Jian Yan's heart was beating wildly, but there was a reflexive smile on his face:
"Yes, yes."
"So fast?"
"Because you need help…" The young man shyly touched the back of his head: "So I came back as fast as I can."
The old witch looked Wen Jianyan up and down for a few seconds, and finally squeezed out a cold snort from her nostrils:
"Quite clever."
She walked over to Wen Jianyan and said, "Follow me."
The door of the dormitory building closed behind the old witch.
Wen Jianyan subconsciously looked in the direction of the building — the window on the fourth floor of the school building was empty and there was nothing.
He swallowed.
Although it was not reasonable to think so… But thank God it was this NPC.
At least she was human-like.
Wen Jianyan recited the words "human-like" over and over in his mind several times before finally summoning up his courage. He turned around and quickly followed the back of the old witch.
The old witch stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked up.
The narrow stairs were extended into the darkness, and through the thin walls, one could vaguely hear the noise coming from upstairs:
"This class of freshmen is really unruly."
After she finished speaking, she giggled abruptly.
Her voice was rough, but the tone was as delicate as that of a young girl. There was a malicious and happy light in the depths of her two small eyes, looking especially creepy:
"It's time to take care of it…"
The huge woman took a step forward, gently humming a strange and pleasant tune, and walked up the stairs step by step.
***
After a series of hysteria and denial of reality, all novice anchors were temporarily forced to accept the present situation — their life and death were on the line, and there was no other way but to follow the rules.
Although they had no intention of helping their competitors, in order not to let newcomers get in the way, senior anchors would still inform the rules in the instance to them.
This D-level instance was not very difficult. As a novice with no audience base, the first thing that an anchor should do was to unlock the hidden information on the ID card.
The more you know about your identity in the instance, the better you could deal with various unexpected situations, and the higher would be the survival rate.
So when everyone woke up they started to rummage through boxes in the room, looking for all the personal information related to the ID card.
Su Cheng held his ID card tightly while lying on the ground, panting and trying to grab the sundries under the bed.
His survival time was only four hours, the shortest among these companions.
No matter how he spoke to the live broadcast area, the barrage and the number of viewers were all empty, and there was no sign of growth at all.
So, if he didn't manage to find something… he wouldn't be able to survive tonight.
This feeling of being able to see death approaching made Su Cheng feel so panicked that he could hardly breathe.
Cold beads of sweat ran down his hot bloodshot cheeks and landed on the dusty ground with a clatter.
The ground under his palm trembled slightly.
"Thump, thump, thump."
It seemed that heavy footsteps were approaching.
What followed was a woman's humming.
The melody was cheerful and simple, intermittently and faintly hovering in the gloomy corridor, becoming clear little by little with the sound of footsteps.
Su Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.
He stood up and subconsciously looked at the senior anchor in the opposite room.
Obviously, the other party also heard the ominous signal that was gradually approaching and was also vigilant.
The footsteps and humming stopped together.
"Cough, cough, cough." After deliberate coughing, a rude voice full of maliciousness suddenly sounded, echoing in the dark and narrow corridor: "Assemble!"
The dead silence after the noise became particularly hard to bear.
"….."
The anchors looked at each other, standing still.
Finally, under the leadership of several experienced anchors, the remaining anchors were all half convinced and left their dormitory rooms step by step.
A tall and bloated woman stood at the end of the corridor. The flickering light above her head fell on her broad shoulders, illuminating her face full of flesh and crowded features.
She stared at the sparse "newborn" in front of her with her small grey eyes. Her eyes were sinister and sticky, like a poisonous snake winding up your calves:
"Too slow."
With a sinister smile on her fleshy face, the old witch said: "It's a blessing for you to be admitted to the Decai Middle School. You are still so lax, and don't know what's good or bad."
"You will be punished for not following the rules."
Her voice gradually lowered, becoming more and more strange, almost unbearable.
Everyone could feel their body becoming cold and their hair standing on the end. Some anchors couldn't help but take a step back.
After seeing the NPC that appeared, the barrage in each anchor's live broadcast room became active.
[As expected of the old witch, she is still so deterrent!]
[Hee hee, I'm looking forward to it!]
[I don't know which anchor will be punished first this time!]
The old witch looked around with gloomy eyes and found that everyone was silent. She slowly showed a satisfied smile:
"However, this is your first time, and you don't know the school rules, so I won't do anything. Next time you won't have such good luck, did you understand?"
She said in a more serious tone.
The panicked and powerless reply sounded, echoing unevenly in the corridor:
"Yes, yes, we understood…"
"Did you understand?!!" The old witch raised the volume without warning.
All the anchors were agitated and shouted in unison: "Understood, understood!"
"Very good."
The old witch nodded with satisfaction: "From today, you can call me Teacher Yang."
"It's almost time for dinner. After counting the number of people, I will show you the place."
Seeing the current situation, the audience of all the anchors in the live broadcast room seemed a little regretful.
[Ah, it seems that this time she is not planning to act from the beginning…]
[Because the anchors are very obedient this time, and there are no other problems.]
[Well, after all, it is a D-level instance, and the difficulty is low. So it's understandable that there is no killing in the beginning.]
[Tut! it's boring, let's go.]
While the viewers were chatting, the old witch made a move they had never seen before.
She turned her head and shouted, "Xiao Wen!"
The audience was silent for a moment.
"..."
"..."
They saw a tall and handsome young man walking out of the shadows behind the old witch. His hair was messy, and even with the slanted glasses, he still couldn't hide his outstanding facial features.
His expression was shy and docile:
"Hey, Teacher Yang, you called."
"Is the copied list with you? Count the number of people."
The barrage of each anchor's live broadcast room exploded, and rows of question marks appeared :
[???]
[Wait? I've seen the instance of Decai Middle School several times, but I have never seen this NPC!]
[Isn't this a D-level instance? Why is it temporarily modified?]
[Hahaha, those who came from next door to watch, I'm happy to see you all here!]
[Hahahahahaha, I'm from next door too!]
[The above user's remarks involve the same instance anchor, and will only be visible to the audience.]
[Wait, what the hell? I can't understand anymore…]
[Please give me directions!]
[The live broadcast room No. 789326qwk. After watching it, you will come back to thank me.]
[The above user's remarks involve the same instance anchor, and will only be visible to the audience.]
When the live broadcast hall of "Decai Middle School" was in chaos, the signs outside the live broadcast hall changed slightly.
Instance Difficulty Level: D
Highest Unlocking Progress in History: 72%
Viewing Value: E
The letter E flashed slowly, then turned into a D+.