Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, changing the name card?

The next second, the transparent panel presents the details of the prop.

[Prop: Rename Card (only used in dungeons)]

[Level: God Level]

[Function: rename, rename, rename! 】

[How to use: Say your new name aloud before the system issues the ID card. 】

[Remarks: A one-time item will disappear automatically after use, and your new name will be on the identity card issued by the system. A must-have artifact for home and travel! (Note: This item cannot block the damage attack caused by the name)]

Wen Qing stared blankly at the last sentence.

He understands the name change, but what does the parentheses mean?

What damage attack?

001 explained patiently: [The name on the identity card is your name in this copy. If the perpetrator used the name to inflict damage, he would not be able to resist similar power. 】

Wen Qing blinked and understood a little.

He asked slowly: [Is it just changing the name on the ID card? 】

001 hummed.

Wen Qing asked: [So you just show it to yourself? 】

001: [Hmm. 】

Wen Qing was silent for a while, and then said: [In other words, is this a useless prop? 】

001 did not speak.

Wen Qing felt that 001 was the default.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at the tall girl's back.

Her long curly hair swayed and swayed by the breeze, exuding a strong fragrance of perfume, and her earrings and jewelry did not fall off. She was a very delicately dressed girl, completely different from the other two female players who were facing the sky.

Wen Qing thought about it, maybe girls like this kind of fancy props.

No wonder he casually gave him one.

Remembering that he hadn't thanked her yet, Wen Qing took a step forward and said softly, "That... thank you."

"Shh..." The tall girl raised her hand to her lips.

Her curled eyelashes trembled, she raised her chin slightly, pointed at the students in the classroom, and motioned for Wen Qing to look over.

Wen Qing looked over and saw that the students raised their heads, all looking at the players standing on the podium at the moment.

It's the second player's turn.

She was a girl, she seemed a little nervous, her face was bad, her lips were white, and she stammered, "Hello everyone, my name is Xu Yuan."

The voice fell, and scattered applause sounded from below.

Not many people applauded, but every student who was awake was looking at Xu Yuan, looking up and down, there was no curiosity, joy, rejection, etc. in their eyes, they were just looking at Xu Yuan, as if they were looking at lifeless like goods.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, these students are very strange.

Ordinary high school students are sure to whisper things about transfer students, but they don't react at all other than to watch.

Say don't care, they're watching.

Say they care, they have no other reaction.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the next player who introduced herself, another boy.

The boy is 1.7 meters tall, and his body is full of tendons. He simply and rudely said his name: "Zhang Yang."

Standing in the corner, Wen Qing clearly saw that many students looked away from Zhang Yang and landed on the tall girl in front of him.

The students didn't seem to be interested in Zhang Yang.

Are you not interested in boys? Are you interested in girls?

Wen Qing was thinking about it when she saw the tall girl walking onto the podium.

She picked up the chalk, broke it, and stuck her beautiful orchid finger up, writing two big characters:

[Jiang Yan. 】

"Jiang Yan," Jiang Yan threw away the chalk, rubbed the white powder on his fingertips, and said with a smile, "You can also call me Jiang Yanyan."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at the students in the first class, and found that most of them were looking at him, not Jiang Yan.

His eyelids jumped, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wen Qing hurriedly lowered her eyes, not daring to look around.

"Next classmate, introduce me." The teacher on the side urged.

Wen Qing quickly responded and stepped onto the podium.

Standing on the podium, he felt the eyes of the students below more clearly.

One after another line of sight wandered around the body, face, body, hands and feet... It seemed that every inch of skin was being scrutinized by the students below.

Wen Qing squeezed her palm nervously, and stumblingly said, "I, my name is Wen—"

As soon as the surname came out, he felt more fiery gazes than a class of students.

Players from the side.

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and a post offering a reward to himself flashed in his mind.

He didn't think much, and immediately changed his words: "My name is Wen Meng."

"Uh... fierce is fierce fierce."

The voice fell, and Wen Qing heard a laughter from the right: "Pfft—"

Jiang Yan leaned against the wall, smiling with crooked eyes. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she waved her hand indifferently and said to everyone, "I'm sorry, this name is too cute, I can't help it."

The students didn't respond.

Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed inch by inch, and her earlobes were red to the point of dripping blood.

When Wen Qing walked off the podium, the teacher said, "There are only five transfer students this year."

"The squad leader is in charge of the rest, I'll go first."

When the teacher left the classroom, Wen Qing heard the system beep.

[Identity cards are now issued. 】

[Players are asked to keep their identity cards gently. 】

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at her identity card.

Name: Wen Meng

Identity: ordinary human

Age: Twenty years old

Specialty: petite and weak

Wen Qing: "???"

Is this a specialty?

001: [Yes. 】

Is this a clue?

001: [Yes. 】

Wen Qing: "…"

A boy with three-dimensional features stood up, his expression was indifferent, and he wore rimless glasses, and his whole person showed a cold temperament.

He stepped onto the podium, and his dark eyes glanced at the five players beside him, without any emotion.

Wen Qing was inexplicably afraid of his gaze and lowered her eyes.

The monitor glanced at the empty seats in the classroom and said indifferently, "Chen Jing, first row, second row."

"Xu Yuan, third row, fifth row."

...

"Wen Meng, eighth row, seventh row."

The players walked to their seats one after another, only Wen Qing was left standing there.

Wen Qing hadn't gotten used to her new name yet, and after waiting for a while, when the monitor came to him and looked at him condescendingly, she realized that she had changed her name.

The squad leader asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry..." Wen Qing hurriedly went down and found her seat.

When he looked up, he met the squad leader's icy profile again.

The squad leader is actually his front desk.

The monitor turned to his side, lifted his eyelids, glanced around the transfer students, and said loudly, "There are textbooks, pens, and workbooks in the empty desks and chairs in the back of the classroom. You can take them as you like."

"I will assign the dormitory later."

"The other students are now starting their self-study."

After speaking, the monitor turned around, opened a set of papers, and began to write the questions.

The other classmates stopped looking at the players, and lowered their heads to do their homework. The last few boys who were sleeping fell asleep.

Wen Qing glanced at the other players and saw Jiang Yan got up and walked to the back of the classroom, holding a whole set of books from the empty table and chairs.

She should be very strong, holding a thick stack of books in her arms did not affect her at all. Jiang Yan even hooked a pencil case with her little finger and returned to her seat easily.

Seeing this, the other players also got up to get the book.

Wen Qing stood up slowly, his seat was the second to last row of the classroom.

There is no desk, there are empty tables and chairs, but there are no books inside.

He walked over to the empty table across the aisle, where there was a neat set of books, from the first year to the third year, textbooks for various subjects, as well as brand-new sketchbooks and pens.

Wen Qing flipped through the textbook at the top, and there was a scribbled name on the first page.

He was stunned, wondering if these books were used by a class of students or second-hand.

After hesitating for a while, he whispered to the short-haired girl beside him, "That classmate...these books—"

Before asking specific questions, the short-haired girl said without raising her head, "Just take it."

Wen Qing replied, it seems that many people have asked this question about girls with short hair.

Before he finished speaking, he knew what he wanted to ask.

Wen Qing glanced at the students who were immersed in studying.

Everyone's desks, drawers, and feet are full of books, with sticky notes of various colors pasted on the edges of the books, which seem to have been used for a long time.

In contrast, the books on the empty table at the back of the classroom are the same as new.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and picked up a set of books.

The books were many and heavy, and when he returned to his seat, he accidentally bumped into the table, and the feet of the table rubbed against the ground, making a harsh, high-pitched noise.

"Tsk."

The boy who was sleeping in the back seat of Wen Qing snorted in dissatisfaction, as if awakened by the sound.

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to apologize, but before he could say the first word, the boy raised his foot and kicked the chair beside him fiercely.

The chair, along with the table, was kicked several meters away and hit the ground heavily.

"Don't be **** noisy." The boy spit out a few words in a low voice and continued to sleep.

A group of students seemed to be accustomed to this, not even pausing the tip of the pen, only the players looked over.

Wen Qing sat in the seat at a loss, wondering whether to apologize or not.

Then he saw Jiang Yan raised his hand and made another silent gesture towards him.

Wen Qing nodded and didn't dare to speak again, so as not to provoke the bad-tempered boys in the back seat.

He sat in his seat honestly, not even daring to organize his books, put his hands on his knees, and stared at the desk in a daze.

He looked at the black pen on the table, his eyes suddenly stopped.

A line of words is written on the label of the black pen: [For Wen City Dezhi Middle School. 】

Vancouver…

Wen Qing didn't know if there was a Dezhi Middle School in the copy of Maze, he only knew that this Wen City was exactly the same as the Wen City of Maze.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked 001 in her heart: [Will the address of the copy have the same name? 】

001: [Yes. 】

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask: [Will those two copies overlap? 】

001: [No. 】

Wen Qing replied in a low voice, either disappointed or relieved.

He picked up the black pen, drew a virtual and real line on the scratch paper, and began to ponder the advanced task.

[In the absence of excellent teachers, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, the grades of each student in the first class are getting better and better...]

The advanced task is to find out why students are doing better.

That said, students are getting better grades for a reason.

Continuing to think about it, a low smile appeared in Wen Qing's mind.

The classroom was very quiet, and the laughter could be heard clearly and softly.

Wen Qing's nib stopped and couldn't help asking: [System, are you laughing? 】

001 asked back: [Can't I laugh? 】

Wen Qing pursed her lips: [What are you laughing at! 】

001 was quiet for a while, and said slowly: [If what you said is not nonsense, then it is not nonsense. 】

Wen Qing: "…"