Half Immortal: Chapter 63 Dead Schoolhouse 15

Yan Wei looked away from the teacher, tore off the note-taking piece of paper in the notebook, picked up a pen, and wrote on a brand new page of draft paper.

He also fell into the misunderstanding of this copy.

School, teacher, student. These three words appeared together, and they were also required to come to the classroom every day to call names, and to go back to the dormitory to sleep on time every night before dark. Everything was no different from the schools that players saw in the real world. While there are always deaths, they are inexplicably orderly.

It is for this reason that everyone's first reaction to the class is the content of the study and the results of the exam.

In the past two days, Yan Wei's thoughts have been trapped in it. He took notes carefully in every class, and remembered clearly the questions asked by the npc teacher and the answers of the students who answered, but no matter what logic he started from, he couldn't find a clue.

Until that moment.

The thoughts that were suddenly pulled out kept magnifying in his mind, and he moved the brush lightly in his hand, drawing little by little while recalling.

Yan Wei drew a grid—a grid representing all the seats in the class. Afterwards, he closed his eyes slightly, and flashed every clip named by the npc teacher in his mind one by one.

Every time she thinks of a roll call, Yan Wei makes a stroke in this grid.

The screen keeps flashing until the last roll call is made.

The questions were answered by roll call at least two or three times.

Yan Wei chuckled.

Different from the few other players who were sitting upright, he tilted his chair as soon as he sat down, and leaned the back of the chair against the table in front of Yan Mingguang behind him.

He did this as if he deliberately used a chair to disturb the front desk of the back table during class. The chair was not enough to lean on the back table chair, and he had to knock a few times.

Yan Mingguang looked at the back of Yan Wei's head: "..."

Yan Wei didn't turn her head back, raised the paper with the grid drawn in her hand, and whispered: "Hey, dead ice, this is the frequency of each seat being asked by the npc teacher, you Did you find anything?"

Behind him, Yan Mingguang raised his hand, gently pushed Yan Wei's chair back, pressed it firmly, and said, "There are two seats that have never been called."

In the front row, Yan Wei looked at the podium with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The fifth row, the first row, and the fourth row, the fourth row, these two seats, no matter who they do every day, are always Never been named."

He said, Yan Mingguang withdrew his hand on the back of the chair, Yan Wei couldn't wait to tilt the chair again, and lightly bumped the table in front of Yan Mingguang.

This time, Yan Mingguang suddenly said, "Can you sit well?"

Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, and after sensing the burst of skills, he laughed: [No, Mr. Ice Cube, haven't we already exchanged skill information? Today I'm immortal, what are you worrying about with the chair upturned, you've never been so nervous before. 】

Yan Mingguang did not return him.

Yan Wei dug up the clue at this moment, and was too lazy to pay attention to him, first put away the piece of paper, then got up directly, walked to the fifth row and the first row he just pointed out and sat down.

In the class of Chenxi High School, the frequency of teachers asking questions is very high. It didn't take long for the npc teacher to ask a question again.

Every time a question is asked, the teacher will first see if someone raises their hand and takes the initiative to answer, and if not, they will be called. It's just that the student NPCs hardly raised their hands, and the players almost disappeared. As for those who didn't, someone tried to raise their hands yesterday to see if there were any clues, but there was no difference, and no one raised their hands later.

As soon as Yan Wei sat in the seat that had never been named, he immediately raised his hand.

npc teacher glanced at the classroom and glanced at all the students, but did not pause for extra time on Yan Wei, the only one who raised his hand.

The teacher said in a calm tone: "Okay, no classmates raised their hands, I named the classmates to answer the questions. Please..."

The teacher registered a name, the same as the previous process.

But this time, Yan Wei raised his hand, but the npc teacher didn't seem to see it. But he had also tried answering questions in class before, but the npc teacher called him at that time.

The only difference is the seating.

The two seats in the fifth row, the first row and the fourth row, the fourth row, seem to not exist at all. In the eyes of the teacher, they are ignored or even forgotten seats, or…

Students!

Yan Wei's eyes narrowed, silently hooked his lips, exuding perception to connect Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming: [Gao Ming, your highest level is less than five layers, we will meet any accident here. Not necessarily in time to save you. You stay here first, don't act rashly, and come back when I say assemble. 】

[Yan Mingguang, there are a few more classrooms to come. We went to these rooms separately and sat in the first row of the fifth row and the fourth row of the fourth row of each room, and raised our hands immediately when there was a problem. If every classroom is the same, it means that the numbers or the students represented by these two seats are important information, and if other classrooms are different, we may need to spend more time and disperse staff. Use the fastest speed to record the seats ignored by npc in each classroom. 】

The content of the class is not information, and the in-class test is just a trick, and the questions and answers are insignificant.

The information point brought by the class is the seat.

It is a seat ignored by the teacher.

Yan Mingguang could obviously understand Yan Wei's meaning immediately, the man didn't hesitate, got up and left. Yan Wei also got up and went to another classroom.

Two more classes passed, and when the get out of class was about to end, everyone gathered in front of the teaching building.

In front of the teaching building, several npc teachers held the roster and a disk of magnetic cards and said: "Please stand in line, we will issue school cards according to each person's name. School cards can enter the campus Other places in the campus that require card swiping, such as the library and archives. Please continue to wait in place after you get the school card, and then you can disband after everyone gets it.”

This rule is obviously to prevent players from competing for the team's seat, get the school card in advance, and go to these places to find clues in advance.

In this way, after everyone gets the school card, they actually have the same starting point for places such as the library archives.

The players formed a long queue in groups, Yan Wei saw Li Qing leading the people in the queue, and swaggeringly walked to the back of the Yuemang team to line up.

Li Qing gave him a gloomy look, and in the end said nothing - in this situation, Yuemang also has nothing to do with Yanwei.

Not long after, Yan Mingguang also led the other four into the queue, and that Luo He was also in the queue. After the surviving players all lined up, the NPC teachers began to distribute school cards.

Yan Wei dissipated her perception.

[Hey, hey, everyone answered the phone. 】Yan Wei took his school card in one hand, stuffed it into his pocket carelessly, and said, 【Tell you about an important clue you just discovered—during class, the teachers of each class would simply ignore the fifth row, the first column And the existence of the students in the fourth row and the fourth column, Yan Mingguang and I have tested this. As long as we sit in these two seats, the teacher will not give any attention at all, as if the students in this seat do not exist— Or not their students. 】

The place, perhaps, is the second breakthrough.

【Remember what I said before? The npc teacher here has emphasized the identity of the students several times. I once guessed that they were not students of Chenxi High School, which may be a way to avoid the trigger of death. 】

At this point, the school card issued by the teacher has been sent to the back of the team.

Yu Feizhou politely took the school card, said "thank you" to the npc teacher, and asked through Yan Wei's perceptual connection: [But you said it before, this looks like is a paradox. 】

This has been discussed in their spare time.

Falling death triggers.

Status of high school students.

So this is a paradox. After they enter the campus, they are students. How can they avoid death triggers on campus as they are not students?

[Yes, we discussed it,] Yan Wei said, [I thought this might be a trick, or I thought too much. But combining these two seats that were completely ignored by the teacher, I don't think my previous conjecture was wrong. The relationship between teachers and students is mutual, but in the eyes of teachers, what do you think is ignored and non-existent? 】

Zhou Tian suddenly realized: [If you are not a student, the teacher will not care! 】

Yan Wei chuckled: [Yes! These two fixedly ignored seats must have some connection with non-students. As long as we can find out why these two seats are ignored by teachers, we may be able to find another breakthrough! 】

At the moment when Yan Wei finished his guess, all students' school cards were issued.

After a while, the crowd in front of the teaching building suddenly dispersed, and everyone left quickly, taking the school card they just got to find new clues. Some players even got mixed up when they passed the steps because they were in a hurry, and actually triggered death, and were instantly twisted and broken by a ghost hand that suddenly appeared.

Such deaths have become commonplace in just a few days, and this person's companions didn't even panic too much, and immediately packed up and ran away quickly.

After a while, only Yan Wei and others were left in front of the teaching building.

Yan Mingguang walked quickly to Yan Wei's side to support him - Yan Wei was even a little unsteady after using his skills for too long.

"Can you do the body index of your weak chicken?" Lin Zhen walked over with his arms crossed, "According to what you just said, the archives must have the information we want, but we This delay, they must have arrived first. Tsk, or we'll leave you here first."

He said so, but his feet did not move.

Yu Feizhou asked warmly, "Yan Wei, are you okay?"

Yan Wei shook his head: "No hurry. Do you think you have reached the nineteenth floor, and it is still a silent mobile book, and will you get the clues just because you run fast?"

He smiled, he didn't even notice it, and leaned on Yan Mingguang's body to recover his strength very naturally.

"Wait a minute, we're not the only ones who want to go to the archives."

Yan Wei took a rest for ten minutes before recovering.

After his physical strength recovered, the six quickly rushed to the place where the archives were located—the top floor of the office building.

But before they reached the top floor, they saw a few broken sickle players upstairs guarding the stairs from a distance, and Li Qing not far from the entrance of the top file room group of people inside.

Yan Wei and others hid by the stairs downstairs, Gao Ming asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"

Zhou Tian frowned: "According to my observation, there are three people guarding the stairs, at the entrance of the archives, Li Qing and five people in Neiyuemang, and another eight players in the organization Qixingxing Stuck at the door."

Lin Zhen: "Five to eight? Oh, at first glance, there is no need to negotiate with this number. It seems that the three of Yuemang and Po Jian have cooperated, so it is eight pairs. Eighth, the three who broke the sickle first watched to prevent others from coming up. Li Qing took the Yuemang people to negotiate with the Qixing people. Hey, little pet, how about the fight? I want to put Li Qing's stupid finger It's broken one by one."

Yan Wei replied without hesitation: "Okay, you can go, we will wait for you to come back."

"..." Lin Zhen twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'll be a pair of sixteen if I go alone, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Yes."

Lin Zhen: "…"

Yan Mingguang just stood aside from the beginning to the end, leaning slightly against the wall, his eyes fell heavily on Yan Wei, and he never left. It seems that the crisis and life and death in this copy are starting to become less important.

Yan Wei was so full of clues on how to get the archives at the moment, he didn't notice Yan Mingguang's gaze.

He pondered for a moment, and his amber eyes slowly brightened like a light in the starry night.

The players of Venus have reached a balance, and this is the stalemate and the negotiating posture."

Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows: "What are you holding back?"

Yan Wei supported her cheeks: "Li Qing is hypocritical and selfish, I am Yan and I used to mix with Yuemang to play with them, you think it is possible for them to take the initiative to talk to Po Jian. How tall?"

Yan Mingguang said indifferently: "Zero."

Yan Wei's smile grew brighter, and his eyes flashed a little sly: "Then, now, do the three people who break the sickle still think that I am from Yuemang?"