Chapter 428

"Ring ring ring—"

The bell for class rang.

The moment she heard the ringtone, Wen Jianyan held her breath involuntarily, and the fingers hanging by her side trembled slightly from time to time, as if she was deliberately suppressing some kind of impulse.

He counted down in his mind.

10, 9, 8...

There was no sound in the classroom.

The air seemed to be no longer flowing, the huge classroom could not even hear the sound of breathing, the window on the right was bottomless, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

In the seats, every anchor was tense, as if waiting for something.

…3, 2, 1.

The ten-second countdown ends and nothing happens.

A cold feeling came from the seat and the table, but the familiar and irresistible sleepiness never appeared from the beginning to the end.

In other words, unlike other compulsory courses, this ideological and moral course cannot be passed out.

The anchors in the lecture theater looked complicated, but generally speaking... most people were disappointed.

[Yuying Comprehensive University] Live Hall:

"Hahahahaha, don't these anchors think that this time, like the previous compulsory courses, it will be over after a night of sleep?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really naive."

"But to be honest, they are already very lucky. Isn't this much better than not finding the anchor here?"

With the beginning of the ideological and moral class, a small group of viewers familiar with this dungeon returned to the live broadcast room. [Yuying Comprehensive University], whose attention and online numbers had been steadily decreasing, suddenly rose slightly in ranking.

While the audience was chatting in full swing, suddenly, outside the closed door, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, as if someone was running towards this direction.

next second.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a loud knock on the door.

There was a dead silence in the lecture hall, and the sound of palms slapping the door was particularly harsh. All the anchors were startled, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

"Open the door, open the door!"

Through the door panel, the voice of the person outside the door was particularly urgent and hasty, sharp and slightly trembling, as if undergoing great torture and fear.

"I, we're not late! We've found the lecture theater...we've found it, we've found it! So open the door and let us in!"

In the end, the people outside began to scream uncontrollably, repeating a sentence nervously, the more the hands moved, the more they even kicked the door at the end.

"Bang bang bang!"

The closed classroom door was shaken violently, as if it was about to fall out of the door frame.

In the lecture theater, everyone was worried and stared at the vice-principal on the podium with bated breath.

The vice principal's pale face was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

The same goes for the four student council members in the classroom.

In the lecture hall, only the violent knocking on the door could be heard.

"Anyone is welcome, come and open the door for me, please!" The people outside the door begged, "You can get any reward you want, points, props, everything from me—"

"No, no...no, don't, don't! I don't want to—"

In the next second, all sounds stopped abruptly.

The shrill screams, desperate cries for help, knocking on the door, breathing, and footsteps all disappeared.

As if it had been drawn with a rest, the corridor was as dead as water, and it was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

"..."

In the lecture hall, the anchors' faces were ashen.

Not a gleam of light can see through the window, and it looks more and more black like an abyss, which makes people feel chills down the spine.

True, they found the lecture theater, but not all had their luck, so what happened to those who did not?

They don't know, and don't want to know.

Tangerine Candy squinted her eyes and lowered her head to check her phone.

Hugo has not sent a message yet.

As the captain, she is able to remotely determine the status of the anchor in the team—although Hugo has not moved yet, it is certain that Hugo is still alive.

That is to say, "not finding and entering the lecture hall" is not a must-die condition.

Tangerine Candy took back the phone.

While the anchors in the classroom were having their own concerns, the four members of the student union began to move around silently, and sheets of paper exuding a cold atmosphere were handed out and placed on the desks of each anchor.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and looked at the piece of paper in front of her.

Unlike the electives, this paper is not empty.

On the contrary, it is written to the brim.

Heading up is a line of boldface:

"The Ideological and Moral Guidelines of Yuying Comprehensive University."

"..."

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

While Wen Jianyan was examining the words on the paper, the vice-principal's unwavering voice came from not far above his head:

"If you want to become a member of Yuying University, you must go through strict ideological and moral education. Only in this way can you study and live here better, grow into useful talents, and have a bright future."

At this moment, a cold piece of paper was placed on all the anchor desks.

However, the four members of the student union did not stop, but walked around the classroom unhurriedly, as if they were patrolling and inspecting, which made everyone's nerves tense up involuntarily.

The Vice-Chancellor went on to say:

"Next, all the students whose student ID numbers were read stood up and read a section of the program aloud."

He picked up the thick list on the table and read:

"180001."

No one answered.

Wen Jianyan turned his head slightly, and looked around indiscriminately.

No one stood up—it was unknown whether the first student who was called hadn't found the lecture theater, or had died within the first five days.

After waiting for a few seconds, the vice principal lowered his head, drew a few strokes on the paper, and continued to read:

"180002."

Still no answer.

"180003."

This time, the student number was finally not empty.

An anchor stood up from the back row of the classroom. His face was pale, his throat was rolling, and his fingers were tightly pinching the thin piece of paper, as if he was very nervous.

In the classroom, everyone was staring at him closely, waiting.

Including the vice principal on the podium, and the four members of the student union walking around the lecture hall.

The number 003 swallowed hard, and said:

"As... As a student of Yuying Comprehensive University, I promise to abide by school discipline and rules, respect the authority of teachers and student unions, and actively participate in club activities..."

He stumbled while reading.

Wen Jianyan's gaze fell on the paper, following the order in which the other party read aloud, reading the words on the paper.

The anchor was very careful and didn't mispronounce a single word.

The content of this program is not short or long, and the content is basically some very basic student regulations. Compared with the "ideological and moral program", it is more like a letter of commitment, or some kind of declaration .

"I, I, I..."

Suddenly, the anchor who was reciting the outline suddenly got stuck.

Wen Jianyan paused, raised his head, and looked at the other party.

The anchor was still standing in his seat, but his face became extremely pale at some point, almost whiter than the paper in his hand, and cold sweat was already covering his forehead before he knew it, and some people even shivered. The sideburns flowed down and landed on the table drop by drop.

"I promise…"

His voice trembled.

"As part of the school, I, I will—"

Wen Jianyan noticed that while the anchor was reading, he raised his eyes from behind the paper from time to time, nervously staring at the small open space in front of him over and over again, and more and more frequently.

what is he looking at

Wen Jianyan followed his gaze towards the open space.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.

Is it something that only you can see? Like the "hallucination" he's now on his right side, always trying to get his attention?

Wen Jianyan frowned.

"me-"

The anchor became even more stumbling, the pauses between each word doubled, his fingers were too trembling to grasp the paper, his slightly protruding eyeballs were rolling, and every muscle on his face was trembling.

Then.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

His face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he fell down with a "gudong", his head hit the table heavily, making a loud noise.

That face was facing Wen Jianyan's direction.

Pale, stiff, twisted, gray eyeballs, dilated pupils.

Apparently dead.

Everyone was shocked, and the air suddenly became dead and heavy.

Up to now, they have clearly understood that this ideological and moral class is different from the previous compulsory courses, but what they did not expect was that the death of the first person would come so quickly.

No sound, no warning.

"..."

Wen Jianyan let out a long breath and moved her fingers silently.

In just a few minutes, his palms were unconsciously covered with a layer of sticky cold sweat.

On the podium, the vice-principal said in an emotionless voice:

"This student read aloud very well, okay, next one."

"180004."

The dead silence in the lecture hall lasted for a few seconds. Seeing no one answering, the vice principal lowered his head and was about to cross out the name. The anchor whose student number was called seemed to be finally mentally prepared and stood up slowly. .

The vice-principal put down his pen.

"Very well, let's read from the beginning."

The death of the first person obviously brought a lot of excitement to everyone present, but even so, the anchor who was called to the student number still had to abide by the rules and continue to read aloud.

"As a student at Yuying Comprehensive University, I, I promise to abide by—"

He stumbled and read.

While reading aloud, Wen Jianyan turned to look in the direction of the corpse.

The corpse was still lying there motionless, but, at some point, its lower jaw was like a rubber band that lost its elasticity, and its mouth opened wide little by little, with blood flowing out of it.

Wen Jianyan saw that deep in his mouth, there was only half of broken flesh covered with fibers.

The tongue is gone.

A layer of cold sweat seeped down his spine.

The anchor has already read the place where the last Caton was.

"...I am part of Yuying University, I love my alma mater, I—"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stopped suddenly.

All eyes were focused on him, as if they were looking at the next dead person.

However, unlike everyone's imagination, not only did nothing happen to him, but he also bit the bullet and continued to read:

"I will never leave my alma mater."

This paragraph is over.

"Very good, this student is studying very well," the vice-principal on the podium looked very satisfied, and he raised his hand: "Sit down."

The anchor immediately felt relieved and sat down quickly.

"..."

The other anchors in the lecture theater were all taken aback, and looked at each other suspiciously.

what happened?

Why is the first dead and the second alive?

What's the difference between them?

It's a pity that in this class, the anchors can't communicate with each other. Except for teammates who can secretly communicate through mobile phones in private, others can't know what he has experienced.

What happened next went very smoothly.

One by one, the student numbers were tapped, and the anchors stood up one after another.

Those who were not present will be recorded on the roster, and those anchors whose names are called will stand up and read the content on the paper.

Some people will suddenly break off during the reading process, and die for unknown reasons—and their death patterns are not the same, some people have blue-purple pinch marks on their necks, and some have jet-black water gushing from their mouths , like being drowned alive on land, and some people have big empty holes in their chests, and blood gushes out.

Deaths happen from time to time, but generally speaking, this proportion is actually not too much.

Finally, a familiar student number appeared in the mouth of the vice principal.

"180039."

Wen Jianyan's heart beat violently.

However, on the surface, he still stood up calmly, holding the thin piece of paper that exuded a cold atmosphere in his hand.

All eyes were on him.

On the podium, the vice-principal's unblinking gaze pierced his entire body like a cold awl.

But Su Cheng and the others seemed very nervous. Due to the restrictions of the rules, they didn't know the cause of the death of those anchors—and under the current situation where everything was unknown, Wen Jianyan, who had the lowest San value, was naturally the most dangerous.

Wen Jianyan calmly began to read:

"As a student at Yuying Comprehensive University, I promise to—"

His voice was steady, and there was not a single word wrong.

However, as each word was spit out from his mouth, the coldness on the paper became stronger, as if it wanted to take away his body temperature.

Wen Jianyan seemed to have suddenly realized something. Although the chanting did not stop, his eyes glanced at it without any trace—

Sure enough, his little San value fluctuated without warning.

Wen Jianyan felt a sudden chill in his heart.

It seemed that the last thing he wanted to see happened.

Although this class does not require falling asleep, as a compulsory class, they still need to pay the price of sanity.

In this case, he will fall into a very passive situation.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Mom, it's over, it's over..."

"The anchor's san value is too low, I'm afraid this wave is not going to be sent!"

"But to be honest, I have quite confidence in the anchor..."

"? Don't be too blind in the front, wake up, the people in the front with seventy or eighty San values ​​​​are dead, and I don't believe that he, who only has more than 30 left, can resist it!"

The side effect of the drop in San value began to appear on Wen Jianyan's body, his vision began to collapse, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually amplified.

However, even so, Wen Jianyan's chanting is still slow, continuous and powerful:

"...Observe school discipline and rules, respect teachers—"

Suddenly, beyond the lower edge of the paper, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

Not far from the desk, at some point, a black head appeared. The pale face was crooked, the corners of the mouth were raised high, and a pair of eyes were fixed on him.

"whee."

A treacherous laugh sounded.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wen Jianyan's back.

Gululu.

The head rolled towards him little by little.

"whee."

The laughter gradually became clearer.

Everything is shaking, everything is routing, everything is spinning out of control.

Suddenly, the "illusion" that had been hovering around him leaned over and approached: "Do you need help?"

The cold breath approached, and Wen Jianyan seemed to be pulled out of this haunted state suddenly.

Shut up.

He replied in his heart.

The pause just now was so fast that no one noticed, he was still chanting calmly: "Respect the authority of teachers and student unions, actively participate in club activities—"

At the edge of the line of sight, the rolling head was getting closer and closer, and the eerie laughter became louder. The familiar fear of death struck Wen Jianyan, making Wen Jianyan's fingers tremble slightly.

However, his brain was spinning rapidly.

Will you die?

Will you die?

In that instant, previously ignored evidence and clues were integrated one by one.

Wen Jianyan's reciting content is not too small now, even more than some dead anchors.

But he's not dead yet.

Taking a step back, Wen Jianyan didn't think there would be anyone with a lower San value than him in the entire classroom.

This also means that if the level of san value is used as the standard of death, he may die when he speaks the first sentence.

But he didn't.

The level of San value is not the basis for the division of death, so what is it?

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed the corpse's open mouth and broken tongue.

At the edge of the line of sight, there is a head rolling closer.

—The death method of each anchor is different.

Why?

The san value above the head is still falling.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

The way of death is different, because the "danger" in front of them is different.

I chose different courses, so I encountered different "dangers"

But the problem is, the homework has already been handed in, and the class should have ended. Why do these things appear again?

Cold and sticky sweat oozes from Wen Jianyan's palm.

Because of this paper.

Because the San value decreased, Wen Jianyan noticed the cold breath released from it as soon as he touched the paper.

What gave him a similar feeling before was the paper handed out for elective courses.

Writing on that cold, blank homework paper, they will be brought back to the course. Then, the role of this paper for them to read aloud is to pray... Maybe it is to make things in the course come into reality.

What will the medium be?

San value.

When the homework is completed, the san value will decrease.

When reading the content on the paper, the san value will also decrease.

Then why is the same passage clearly read, some people live and some people die?

Unlike the homework paper for writing, the total amount of tasks completed by the anchor is the same, but the reduction of the San value is uncontrollable. If this is the case, then the only variable can only be speed.

For the anchors who have already handed in their "homework", no one knows better than them how terrifying these "dangerous" sources are.

Paper devours the san value, the lower the san value, the more fearful the anchor will be.

The more fearful you are, the faster your San value will drop, and the faster "danger" will invade reality.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and forced herself to look away from that head.

He stared at the paper in front of him and calmed himself down. He heard his own voice floating from a distance, slowly reading the content on the paper:

"—As a student of Yuying Comprehensive University, my mission is to study, get more credits, and complete my studies well—"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"..."

"I'm going... the San value has slowed down."

"When the san value is so low, I encountered this kind of hallucination attack, and I can still maintain my judgment... I was really shocked. There was a drop from 70 to 0 before!"

The audience who posted the barrage saying they had confidence in Wen Jianyan spoke again:

"Look, let me just say that if something else happens, the anchor may have something to do, but this is definitely a small case for him!"

"Ah? Why?"

"Don't forget, when he was in the stadium before, without any props, he relied on willpower to raise his san value by a few points. I don't think ordinary anchors have this kind of will Strength... So, I am absolutely not worried that the host will not be able to pass this link that depends entirely on willpower."

After thinking through all this in his mind, Wen Jianyan calmed down, and while he was reading, he glanced upwards.

The San value is 29 left.

To the critical value.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

He knew what it meant.

In other words, if he no longer uses mineral water props, his san value will no longer recover naturally over time, and will become a beacon that attracts monsters all the time in the entire instance.

The line of sight on the podium came from the corner of the classroom, and the sense of sight presence of the four student council members was rapidly increasing. Cold, greedy, and full of malice.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill down his spine.

However, it's not all good news.

At least this time his chanting has come to an end, and the san value has not dropped to the point where it would directly kill him.

Regardless, he survived.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, looked at the paper again, and was about to finish reading this passage.

However, the moment he lowered his eyes, suddenly, his eyes flickered slightly, as if the whole world was shaking.

In the next second, the text on the paper, which was originally pitch black and neat, suddenly turned into a dazzling, rich scarlet.

Line by line, the total amount is the same as before.

However, the content has changed.

Wen Jianyan's scalp tingled instantly, and his hair stood on end.

The original normal "ideology and morality program" disappeared, replaced by three completely consistent words, repeated and repeated, piercing people's retinas scarlet:

[I promise, I voluntarily donate my flesh and blood]

【I promise, I volunteer my spirit】

[I promise, I voluntarily give my life]