I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 195 Mingde Juku High School 9

The afternoon was the same as the morning, with three classes scheduled. The first class was Chinese, and the teacher was their homeroom teacher, Matsumoto.

This was one of the rare assignments where Song Guicheng did not record the teacher's words word for word. After all, there were too many words. If he had this speed and memory, he would not be the last one.

However, this is also the only subject that Song Guicheng passed.

Japanese Chinese textbooks are divided into two volumes, one for modern Chinese and one for classical Chinese. The modern Chinese contains several famous modern novels, including those by well-known writers such as Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Kawabata Yasunari, and Murakami Haruki.

In the afternoon, there was no sound in the classroom except for Mr. Matsumoto's rhythmic lecture. The students were lured to sleep by the warm weather and were listless and unable to muster any energy.

Song Guicheng opened one of the articles, which was "Rashomon" by Akutagawa Ryunosuke. He had read this article a long time ago, and when he opened it again, it was still the familiar story, the decadent and devastated times, the slaves whose good and evil were difficult to determine, and the old woman and young woman whose right and wrong were difficult to distinguish.

The good and evil of human nature are put back on the scale by survival. When evil is the norm, not being evil is good.

"I once heard that the evil ghost living in Rashomon fled because he was afraid of the cruelty of human nature..." Song Guicheng pointed at the book with his round and even fingertips and read out each word softly.

"Click", Song Guicheng was caught off guard and heard a slight noise, like something hard hitting the tiles. The crisp sound was very abrupt in the quiet atmosphere.

He looked up and around the classroom, but didn't see anyone walking around or tapping the table or shaking their legs.

Teacher Matsumoto saw Song Guicheng suddenly pop up and asked with concern, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Guicheng shook his head and continued reading the textbook.

"Click, click, click," the sound rang again, penetrating the wall beside him and into his ears very clearly, causing a piercing and itchy sensation.

Something was tapping on the wall beside him.

But there was no balcony on his side.

A faint sense of horror spread through my dry throat and throughout my body, causing a chill in my back.

The other students in the classroom were unaware of the sound, and it seemed that only Song Guicheng heard it.

He clenched the pen in his hand and tried to listen carefully, but the voice disappeared as if against him, leaving only silence.

Song Guicheng looked up at the window diagonally in front of him. Through the glass, he could see a bicycle shelter, cherry trees and a woods separated from the school by a wall. In the distance, there were green mountains and white clouds, and the scenery was beautiful. However, the dust on the window covered it with a slight shadow, and even the spring light seemed to have lost some of its brightness and become dim.

Has the ghost in this copy come out? Song Guicheng pinched his brows and wondered in his heart, was she the one who was killed?

You don’t even have to wait until night, you can move freely during the day, in the sun, when there are many people…

Song Guicheng rubbed his little finger and could only say that it was worthy of being a B-level copy, the difficulty had obviously made a qualitative leap.

In the previous copies, the ghosts basically had to wait until night to act and kill those who broke the rules. This actually gave players some buffer time to think about countermeasures.

In this copy, ghosts can commit crimes at any time of day or night. If you violate the rules and lose your buffer zone, all you will face is the bright red letter of death.

Song Guicheng was staring in thought when the sound of "click, click, click, click, click" rang out again, short and urgent, continuous, first getting very close to him, then gradually getting farther away, becoming smaller and fading away.

Song Guicheng looked up at the ceiling, and saw only gray walls and old long-tube lights. The light was blinding, and he squinted.

The thing that just crawled past him continued to move upwards.

Where is it going to climb?

The afternoon sun was too silent, slowly stagnating the flowing air. Everything lost its spiritedness. The campus was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

The strange sound could no longer be heard, but Song Guicheng remembered it deeply in his heart.

This bloody world wrapped in the beautiful spring light finally reveals its true colors, exposing its cruel and terrifying nature.

Who killed her?

Song Guicheng began to think about the main mission again.

He chewed over these words carefully, and suddenly paused. The pen in his hand suddenly stopped, and the ink-leaking pen spread out a large ink stain.

Find her killer, then what?

Song Guicheng held his forehead with his hand. This crappy game really is full of traps.

Should I help her get revenge or just leave her alone?

The mission is not explicitly stated, but players have to think about it. Even if they are only half a step away, the main mission will not be considered completed.

"Squeak--" A buzzing sound caused by the squeezing and friction of steel suddenly came from upstairs, which was very harsh in the silent afternoon, as if something was cracking under the weight.

The sound was heard by other students. Someone leaned out to see what was happening. Teacher Matsumoto threw a piece of chalk and hit him on the forehead accurately: "Why don't you go out and see?"

The student laughed awkwardly: "No, no, I still like listening to the teacher's class."

After all, the sound only lasted for a moment, and it was not loud, so it was quickly turned over as a minor episode in the classroom.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Song Guicheng's eardrums were pierced by the sound, and it felt like needles were pricking his head. A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the open pages of the book.

He reached out to wipe the sweat from his eyes and took a deep breath.

The last two science classes and the world history class were spent in a daze.

He lowered his head tiredly, his mind was unclear, his ears were buzzing, and he didn't hear clearly what the teacher said. He only remembered that a boy and a girl walked back and forth on the podium several times and then it was time to go home.

The ringing of the bell activated the silent atmosphere in the school, and students filed out. Some stayed to participate in club activities, while others rushed back home or to work outside the school.

Everyone was moving forward on their own paths, and only Song Guicheng and Suzuki Xuena were left in the classroom.

The old long-tube light went out, and the classroom suddenly became dim. After the noise swept away all the vitality, only a dead silence was left.

Song Guicheng was half asleep and half awake, his thoughts fragmented in his drowsiness.

In the dream, there were two petite figures, both wearing school uniforms, sitting side by side on the stone steps next to the shrine, lazily basking in the sun.

"I've prayed to God, we will definitely pass the exam and go to Tokyo together to realize our dreams!"

One of the girls' voice was full of smiles. Her face was blurred in the warm sunlight and her facial features could not be seen clearly. However, just by listening to her voice, one could feel her vitality and confidence, and could not help but believe what she said.

Another girl whispered dejectedly: "But my legs are not good, I am afraid of being a burden to you."

"What's the big deal!" The girl jumped down from the stone steps and said nonchalantly, "I'll be your legs and I'll carry you! You'll become the best orthopedic surgeon and I'll be your number one fan!"

"No," the girl retorted softly, stroking her legs, "You will become the best makeup artist in the country. Celebrities will line up to have their makeup done by you."

"Of course, we will still be good friends and spend every day together. I'll buy groceries and you'll cook, and we'll earn money and spend it together. It's much better than having a boyfriend."

"Yes, we will be together forever."

"Never separate?"

"Never leave each other."

"Then it's a deal. You buy me a big villa and I'll buy you a luxury car."

……

The two girls chatted with each other, sketching out a beautiful future that was more energetic than the sun in the sky and more vibrant than the spring days.

They stood up and patted their skirts, as if preparing to leave.

The dream suddenly changed when the two took the first step.

"Ah——" With a shrill scream, one of the girls fell heavily, and it was unknown where they fell. Because except for the small space where they stood, the rest of the abyss was in sight.

The sun was instantly replaced by a cold searchlight. Dark red blood overturned the blue sky and white clouds. The stone steps turned into a pile of white bones, pushing the other stunned girl forward to the edge of the abyss.

Falling from heaven to hell is just like that.

The figures of the two girls were too similar, and Song Guicheng didn't know who fell down. He had only one thought at this moment: to grab the other girl who was about to fall!

But he was just watching the whole dream from a third-person perspective. He had no entity, could not make any sound, and could not stretch out his hands. He could only watch the surviving girl being pushed by the bones, or perhaps voluntarily, step by step towards the abyss.

"do not want!"

"don't want!!"

Song Guicheng woke up from his dream, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up straight from the desk. Cold sweat wet his hair in clumps, his breathing was rapid, and his heart was beating hard.

"Having a nightmare?"

Pei Shuangjin entered their classroom at some point, stood beside him, leaned over to ask, with worry in his eyes.

Song Guicheng was pulled out of his trance by the cold voice. He looked at Pei Shuangjin blankly, nodded, and then turned his neck and his eyes fell on Suzuki Xuena who was sitting in the seat doing homework while waiting for him.

One of the girls in the dream just now was Suzuki Yukina, and the other one was Sato Misaki?

Song Guicheng licked his cracked lips, not understanding why he dreamed of them.

"What time is it?" he asked.

Pei Shuangjin glanced at his watch: "Just past four o'clock."

Half an hour has passed since school was over.

The sounds of students shouting and laughing on the playground spread into the silent classroom, making people feel as if they were in another world.

"Drink some tea."

Pei Shuangjin unscrewed the bottle cap and brought the herbal tea to Song Guicheng's mouth. Song Guicheng subconsciously took a sip, and then swallowed it in big gulps with Pei Shuangjin's hand.

The cool liquid drove away the depression brought by the dream, and Song Guicheng quickly calmed down: "I'm fine."

Seeing that he didn't want to drink anymore, Pei Shuangjin withdrew her hand and tightened the bottle of herbal tea: "Go back?"

"Well," Song Guicheng climbed up from his chair and shouted across two rows of tables, "Suzuki, let's go."

Suzuki Yukina did not answer, but slowly stood up, put the materials and homework into her schoolbag bit by bit, and put it on her shoulder. Her movements were stiff and slow, like a rusty machine moving sluggishly.

The feeling of disharmony became stronger and stronger, and Song Guicheng frowned slightly.

Pei Shuangjin's eyes wandered between the two of them. Suddenly, he pushed aside Song Guicheng's bangs, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Song Guicheng glanced at Suzuki Xuena who had left her seat, caught up with her with her backpack, and said, "I'll tell you when we get to the station."

"Yeah." Pei Shuangjin lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the thoughtful look that flashed across his eyes.

Of course, he did not doubt that there was anything between Song Guicheng and Suzuki Xuena, but he had a hunch that Song Guicheng seemed to be investigating something very serious.