Chapter 219 Chapter 216 · "The first player is not ordinary" (thanks to the "Ren Beicheng" helmsman)

   After driving Mo Yan back to his room, Su Mingan rested for more than three hours until six o'clock in the morning, which is the safe time of the day.

   He pushed open the door, and players in blue and white hospital uniforms were walking out of the doors in the corridors on both sides.

   At this time, there is no underworld in the corridor, and that dangerous light does not appear.

  Grey-white walls, wood-yellow floors, and the corridors look extraordinarily narrow, as if they were squeezed out of all living spaces. Every inch of light is desperately growing along all directions.

  Light fell on people, and every inch of fold was shimmering.

  Su Mingan took the opportunity to take a look at the furnishings in the players' rooms. It was no different from his room. The initial situation of all players should be the same.

…and many more.

   He suddenly thought of the "surgery was successful" when the game started before he even opened his eyes.

   In the process of communicating with Mo Yan, it seems that Mo Yan never mentioned this situation once. If the "surgery was a success" was just for him...

While    was thinking, he saw that the third door from the left opened.

   With his head held high, the young player who looked like "You are all ants" came out, and Su Mingan heard the whispers of others.

   "...that's the first player."

   "That's right, I heard a voice in the corridor last night. That's Su Ming'an, yes."

   "...that's pretty lucky, if you can follow him through the customs."

   "—Big Brother, Big Brother!"

   With a "bang", Mo Yan, holding the sword, leaned out from the side: "Big brother woke up? Did you sleep well?"

   "Your number one **** is over there." Su Mingan pointed to the core of everyone's gaze.

   Just after the "first player" walked out first, the other players followed behind that person to some extent, as if they followed spontaneously.

   "Damn, I'm satisfied with the signature." Mo Yan glanced over there and whispered, "Brother, don't mess with him, if you get too close and get "clicked", then it's over..."

  Su Ming'an didn't know when he became so scary.

   At this moment, there was an extremely low "click" sound from the side.

   The black-haired girl slowly pushed the door open. Her eyes were half hidden behind the thick bangs, and her eyes were dodging, her whole body was like a rabbit coming out of a hole.

   "—Lin Jiang is great! Good morning!"

  Mo Yan was happy like he was at an idol meeting.

"…what."

  Lin Jiang seemed to be frightened back, his black hair fluttered, and the whole person shrank back in an instant, leaving only a white hand to support the door frame.

   She seemed frightened.

  ...Like when Su Mingan saw her at the beginning of the Fourth World, she lowered her head and trembled all over her body. Like an autistic girl, the society who dare not speak is afraid of talking nonsense.

   There is absolutely no aggressiveness like that at night when you want to peel people's skins.

   "Lin Jiang, how are you..."

   "Don't come here!"

  Lin Jiang watched Mo Yan approach, and instantly rushed out like a little white rabbit, the floor under his feet creaked, which temporarily suppressed Mo Yan's voice.

  Mo Yan stretched out his hand and looked at Lin Jiang who ran away for a moment, dumbfounded.

   "...When did I become so scary." Mo Yan was shocked: "I don't know when I awakened some kind of tyrannical spirit, which caused Lin Jiang to start to be afraid of me..."

  Su Mingan watched the slender figure go away quickly, and had a guess in his heart.

  Lin Jiang, she may also have a mental illness.

   At the beginning of the fourth world, the timid and fearful appearance made people completely invisible—perhaps because it was not pretending at all.

   At this moment, the sound of the loudspeaker sounded.

  【It is six fifteen in the morning. 】

  【Students are requested to gather on the third floor as soon as possible, latecomers will be punished according to regulations. 】

  Su Mingan followed the prompt and walked forward until he saw an upward staircase.

   The halo circulated on the yellow handrail, and there was a "squeak" noise of people walking upstairs.

  Dust floated in the air with a unique smell of disinfectant. Su Mingan coughed a few times and swept away the flocculent dust around him.

   He remembered that there were no stairs at night.

  The third floor appeared out of thin air, like it was specially prepared for the daytime session.

   Walking up the stairs, Su Mingan saw a large classroom. There is a large podium and a blackboard covered in darkness at the front end, while the tables and chairs below are messy, the pavement is very empty, and there are several distances between tables and chairs that can walk side by side.

   In the huge classroom, there are thirty seats and tables.

  … Thirty.

  The number is wrong.

  Su Mingan remembered that the number of players in the same instance was exactly twenty.

   So many ten people, who are...

   He looked over.

  The seat is not the kind of hard wooden student chair, but a soft sofa chair. In addition to the backrest, there is even a cushion on it, which looks very comfortable.

   But at first glance, Su Mingan saw the iron ring on the arm of the soft chair.

   is like a hoop.

   At this time, the other players were already in place, standing in a mess in the large classroom, with rows of blue and white hospital gowns dangling in his field of vision, making him feel a little dizzy.

  Su Ming'an and Mo Yan walked in, not attracting much attention.

   The core of everyone is a player who is sitting on a soft chair and looks relaxed.

   "First Player..."

   "He is Su Mingan..."

   "Yes, I heard it in the room, and Lin Jiang, who was at the top of the rankings, also admitted his identity..."

   The player known as the "Number One Player", with his eyes closed, leaning on the back of his chair, his hands crossed, his expression extremely calm, as if he didn't hear anything out of the window, and didn't care about these admiring or suspicious eyes.

   A faint light fell on his hospital gown, like a pale golden gauze.

   He closed his eyes, did not speak, and looked confident, as if he could always maintain confidence in such a chaotic and dangerous environment.

   It looks so cool.

When the players next to    looked at it, they didn't dare to look directly, they just pretended to look inadvertently.

  Su Ming'an: "…"

   "The Great God is not ordinary." Mo Yan, who was next to him, made up for it.

   (end of this chapter)