The paper quality is so poor that the ink bleeds through it, making the title even more ironic.
Yu Xinghe never dreamed that one day he would write such a ridiculous sentence in his own handwriting. The NPC's appreciation was very rough, and he omitted all embellishments in his writing afterwards.
Following Wen Shi's writing structure, Yu Xinghe wrote the first sentence: My younger brother owns a hotel...
Before entering the dungeon, Song Yan had already introduced a lot of things about the Two Commandments to Yu Xinghe, so it was not a problem to get 800 words.
His knuckles were bulging from exerting too much force. Yu Xinghe was used to not letting any of his thoughts show on the screen. Ever since he learned that Yu Xingzhou had considerable influence in the virtual world, he had been trying hard not to care.
The strategy of subjective neglect is now completely useless.
Swish, swish, swish.
He was forced to write one word after another, and writing so much actually had a desensitizing effect. Instead of the subtle jealousy, he began to become numb, and finally became more accepting.
Since time is involved, the sooner the better. When Yu Xinghe went on stage to hand in his composition, he saw Yu Xingzhou still writing the ending slowly.
Originally, Yu Xingzhou wanted to write about the first half of my life, but because the requirements emphasized "important people", he could only write about people as well.
In fact, judging from the qualifier, Song Yan was off topic. The true spirit is not a human being, but the head teacher did not dare to deduct points for this reason, otherwise it would seem like an insult to the true spirit.
Yu Xingzhou did not have such a background, so he wrote "My Business Partner's Villa is by the Sea".
The business partner refers to Li Nan.
The two presidents weren't friends, more like they had overlapping interests. Someone once studied whether the virtual world had an end, only to discover that it was an endless black sea.
Yu Xingzhou and Li Nan cooperated to develop a sea view villa there. Because it was far away from the virtual square and very remote, it was mainly rented to some black market players at high prices.
The two brothers of the Yu family went up to hand in their essays almost one after the other.
When the head teacher saw Yu Xinghe's composition, he didn't react much.
False essays will be punished, and the content must be true, but she had never heard of this hotel, which was far less famous than Frank Hospital, so she only gave it forty-five points.
Yu Xinghe asked tentatively, "Did you pass?"
"Forty points is a passing score, which is considered an average grade."
Yu Xinghe frowned and suddenly felt...my brother seemed to be just like that.
When he turned around, his eyes met Yu Xingzhou's behind him. Before his brows could relax, his face was full of "You can't do it".
"Ahem." The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Yu Xinghe pretended to cough twice and made way.
It was Yu Xingzhou's turn to submit his composition.
The head teacher also only took a look and gave it 40 points, which was just enough to pass.
Seeing this, Yu Xingzhou shook his head speechlessly.
Li Nan disappointed him so much that he was only worth a passing score, not a single point more.
There was still one minute left before class started. Song Yan ran over to find Wen Shi and saw that he was lowering his head, as if he was worried about something.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Shi pondered and said, "At first I was a little curious why there were only four of us players in this class. Now that I think about it, it's probably because we were ranked based on our backgrounds."
They were the top four players with the best connections among this group of players. The other students in the class had less advanced backgrounds.
But from a broader perspective, players are generally in a relatively fair environment, and the current backing advantage may later turn into a double-edged sword.
Song Yan was very open-minded: "The initial difficulty level is not high. As long as you follow the steps, there won't be any big problems."
Ding-ling-ling——
This time the bell was much harsher than the last time.
The head teacher looked at the students writing furiously in the classroom and said with a smile, "Students who finish their essays early can do their own things, read books or do homework, which will reduce their burden in the evening."
Wen Shi quickly flipped through the textbook on the table and didn't see anything special.
He looked at the schedule on the wall and saw that the last two classes were moral education classes.
"Two classes in a row?" Except in college, it is rare for Ideological and Political Education to be held in a row.
They still need to practice writing 800-word essays. They are probably not college students now.
Twenty-five minutes passed in a flash. Just as Wen Shi began to feel sleepy, the system's notification sound finally came.
[Main Mission 2: Secret Vending Machine
Mission: The person you write about in your essay must be important, but do you truly understand them? Use credits to purchase their secrets from the Ideological and Political Theory teacher! The Ideological and Political Theory class must cost at least 100 credits, and you can leave the dungeon after class.
Note that the selling price of secrets for different writing objects is different.
Please note that credits for purchasing secrets can be obtained by interacting with the Ideological and Political Theory teacher. Please complete the task before the end of the last Ideological and Political Theory class.
Note: Your dean's father secretly sells it for one thousand credits each time.
[Warm reminder: peeping into other people's secrets may bring you pain, so please be a rational person.]
"…"
No wonder time is important.
Wen Shi guessed that he was the first one to receive the prompt sound. He would receive the task in this class at the same time as he submitted the composition in the previous class.
He immediately rushed to the podium, asked for a new piece of writing paper, and started writing again, changing the subject.
Every interaction with the Ideological and Political Theory teacher is inevitably accompanied by danger. The system sets a target of 100 credits, which should be a number that is slightly difficult for players but achievable.
And how long would he have to earn a thousand credits? At least it was impossible to complete it in two classes.
There are only fifteen minutes left before the get out of class ends, and Wen Shi must finish a new composition before the get out of class ends.
Song Yan ran faster than him, his composure gone. As he ran to his seat, Wen Shi casually asked, "How many credits is the Secret of the True Spirit worth?"
Song Yan wanted to cry but had no tears. His voice was hoarse. "I don't know. So many zeros." He paused and emphasized, "So many zeros."
The preliminary estimate is eight digits for math scores.
"..." Wen Shi stumbled, then stood firm and spoke quickly, "Write about someone you are close to. If that doesn't work, write about me."
It is impossible for Dad's Secret to have such a large difference in points from True Spirit, which shows that the relationship with the writing subject is also one of the assessment points.
The closer the relationship between the two parties, the fewer credits are required. Song Yan and Mirror Spirit are a fake father and son. Not to mention being close, Song Yan dreams of devouring the Spirit, but the Spirit looks like a grasshopper in autumn and has never even looked at him.
Wen Shi glanced at his deskmate's composition: "My CEO Mother".
In addition to the fact that the person selected cannot be too distantly related, he must also have a background that matches the characteristics of the class. If he fails to reach the passing score, he is finished.
Wen Shi looked unhappy, and he knew that the back door was not so easy to get out.
[No. 109: I laughed. I knew this would happen when he confidently read the name of the dean's father.]
[No. 77: The first dean actually had a son?! This is the surprising point, okay?]
[No. 233: I'm considering crawling to another live broadcast room. That guy talking nonsense is the Mirror God's clone, right? So how many zeros are there?]
It is no secret that the true spirit will send clones to absorb fear and then absorb the clones back. Most elite players know this, let alone patients.
[No. 51: One hundred million.]
"…"
Their relationship is as far as heaven and earth.
Compared with Wen Shi and Song Yan's frantic self-rescue, the Yu brothers are in a much better situation.
Yu Xingzhou's secret requires 130 credits, and it would be even less if the brothers hadn't become estranged in the past two years.
Li Nan's secret only costs 100 points.
Sometimes, the relationship of interests is stronger than blood ties. There are many cooperative projects between Yu Xingzhou and Li Nan, and large transactions are often carried out during daily dungeons. The system judges their relationship as close.
The secrets of Li Nan itself don't seem to be worth much, and they are always just at the passing line.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Wen Shi had just finished writing the last word. He used countless punctuation marks in the middle, and his wrist was shaking slightly because he wrote too fast.
His new title is "A City Lord Friend of Mine".
After handing in the composition, Wen Shi rubbed his wrist and returned to talk to Yu Xingzhou and the others: "In addition to earning credits, we must also pay attention to one issue: controlling our emotions."
When I was rewriting the essay with my heart racing, the value of the temperature changed:
[Anger Bar: 2100]
Fear Bar: 1100
[NPC Rationality Bar: 92100]
The last one is about the monster's rationality value, which is the same for everyone.
Wen Shi looked at the honorary class certificate on the wall and said, "We are a collective. Any drastic emotional fluctuations of anyone will affect the NPCs."
After his rationality value dropped, his monster classmate, who was just dripping some brain matter at first, now had half of his face showing signs of cracking.
Now, among them, he and Song Yan both had their values increased a little, adding up to exactly the rationality value dropped by the NPC. Even though the fear value returned to zero while Wen Shi was talking, the NPC's rationality bar did not rise again.
Yu Xinghe frowned: "The more fearful and angry we are, the more dangerous the monster will become?"
Wen Shi had a thorough understanding of the dungeon's mechanics and said meaningfully, "The initial dungeon level is C+. As the monsters become more alienated, the level will definitely soar."
There were some things Yu Xingzhou couldn't say, so he could only explain them clearly: "I've almost guessed the trouble we'll encounter later, so I hope everyone will be mentally prepared in advance. I don't like to clean up other people's messes. Deep breathing, finger pricking... If after using these methods, someone still can't control their anger or fear, then I can only knock them out with a club."
There is nothing wrong with Yu Xingzhou's character, but if the game screens out some secrets that seem to be true but are easy to cause misunderstandings, thereby increasing the player's anger value, then it will be troublesome.
Yu Xinghe's mentality was originally unstable, and in this copy, he was like a time bomb.
"It's hard to get a bargain in the game." Wen Shi shook his head.
It provides a copy where people can understand each other, but it leaves holes everywhere.
The class bell rang on time and everyone returned to their seats.
Wen Shi's latest essay scored 48 points. He had a clever trick in his essay. It was a short story from the same collection of "Horror Society." The homeroom teacher must have heard of the Golden City. However, all the content was in the past tense. Now that the shadow had returned to his mind, the lord of the Golden City must have changed.
As for Jian Qingrong, no one knew how many secrets he was hiding in private, and Wen Shi was worried that he would be angry to death.
The others' identities were unusual, and their secrets would fetch a high price. The Golden City Lord was a slice of the Lord of Terror's brain, and Wen Shi knew most of the secrets surrounding it. He believed the credits would be kept within a reasonable range.
Facts proved that his judgment was correct.
[Your friend, the city lord, secretly sells it for 200 credits each time.]
Compared to the previous asking price of one thousand, Wen Shi was already very satisfied.
The teacher in charge of the ideological and political education class was a young, round-faced woman, brimming with youthfulness. However, when she opened her mouth, she revealed twice as many teeth as a normal person, small and sharp, like a condensed shark.
"The topic we are going to learn today is...honesty." The last two words were dragged out.
She was about to write on the blackboard when she found the chalk box was empty. She smiled and asked, "Which student can help the teacher get some chalk?"
Generally, teachers will directly call on the students in the first row and will not ask such questions specifically.
Realizing that this might be a credit-earning task, Wen Shi took the initiative to stand up and said, "I'll go."
Teacher Sixiu nodded: "The utility room is in the room at the end on the right."
[Side Quest: Get Chalk
Mission Reward: 30 credits]
When passing by a classroom at the back, someone happened to walk out of it. It was obvious that the other person was a player. In the classroom behind him, the students looked even more bizarre than those in Wen Shi's class.
The two men were walking in different directions, obviously on different missions, and did not greet each other.
The corridor was dimly lit, and nail scratches could be seen on the walls on both sides, including a bloody nail stuck directly in the crack of the wall. Wen Shi had become immune to this kind of environment by now and walked straight to the end.
He needed to earn 200 credits within two classes. Based on a base value of 30 credits per task, he needed to complete at least seven. Time was running out, so Wen Shi donned his small cloak to become invisible. With a gentle push, the damp, rotting wood scent of the door wafted in.
The storage room was a mess and there was no chalk in sight.
Wen Shi stood still.
About half a minute later, there was a slight noise. There were two drawers under the cabinet, and one of them automatically opened from the inside. The ghost child hiding inside couldn't wait any longer and poked his head out. He was holding a pile of chalk boxes in his arms.
Where is he? I clearly heard the door open.
In a flash, Wen Shi rushed over, snatched the chalk box while the ghost boy was looking around, and turned and ran away.
Before leaving, he rubbed the ghost boy's deformed head and said, "Silly child."
"!!"
The cloak whipped up a gust of wind, and the ghost boy was helpless and furious, but Wen Shi had already run away. When he arrived at the classroom, he found that everyone else was gone, obviously they had all taken up their own tasks.
The C+ level version is not very challenging for Wen Shi who currently has sufficient points. The only thing he needs to pay attention to is not to exceed the time limit.
Next, he continued to report a classmate who talked in class, remind the teacher to remember to assign homework, and other tasks that were easy to be killed by monsters, in order to score points crazily.
Not long after, Yu Xingzhou also came back. He had been paying attention to Yu Xinghe privately, suggesting that the latter try to choose tasks outside the classroom so that he could help. Otherwise, the two of them would be some distance apart in the classroom, making it difficult to operate.
Halfway through the second class, everyone had accumulated enough credits.
Wen Shi was the first to finish.
"Do you want to spend 200 credits to buy the secret of the city lord's friend?"
"yes."
As Wen Shi answered without hesitation, the Ideological and Political Theory teacher at the podium suddenly stopped writing on the blackboard, turned around and showed a strange smile.
"As I said before, honesty is a virtue, as are tolerance and kindness." She kept smiling, and her densely packed teeth made people feel uncomfortable. "When you accidentally discover the secrets of people around you, will you choose to forgive?"
As she spoke, she turned on the projector and began analyzing the case:
"Xiao Y and Xiao K are good friends."
There are two little people on the screen, one looks very much like a Q version of Wen Shi, and the other is a blurry version of Jian Qingrong.
Wen Shi narrowed his eyes. The two abbreviations corresponded to Aaron and the Lord of Terror respectively.
"Xiao K is going to a dangerous place, but he doesn't want to give up his career." The logos of the hospital and the City of Gold popped up on the screen.
Wen Shi automatically translated it and it seemed that Jian Qingrong was going to Frank Hospital not long ago to retrieve his brain, but he was reluctant to give up his position as the city lord.
"So, Little K left one eye and one kidney there."
Only important parts such as the brain and eyes can become independent individuals. Jian Qingrong's other eye has a lower IQ and weaker power, so in order to increase his strength, he added an extra kidney.
According to Jian Qingrong's plan, he would select a confidant from a large factory and train him to replace the city lord, but he has been too busy recently and has not had time to do so.
During this meeting, one of Jian Qingrong's eyes was a mechanical prosthetic eye. Wen Guang was so focused on the little octopus that he didn't notice the abnormality of the other eye.
kidney?
Wen Shi smiled with a forced smile, Jian Qingrong, you are really getting better and better at cutting.
In the hospital, the other party's decision to "make a decisive decision" came to mind, and Wen Shi's anger soared with old and new accounts.
5, 10...
As his power increased, everyone's rationality towards NPCs decreased. The skin on Teacher Sixiu's face became thinner and thinner, and finally the bones of the lower half of his face could be easily seen.
Yu Xinghe, who was closest to Wen Shi, whispered, "Quick, take a deep breath."
This was the strategy Wen Shi had taught him earlier.
"The needle pricked my hand." He suppressed his anger with pain.
Song Yan: "No, my king's face is red, and his blood pressure is rising."
It was Yu Xingzhou who came to the rescue at the critical moment. He stood up expressionlessly and delivered a clean elbow strike from behind.
Wen Shi's vision went dark in an instant, and he fell backwards limply: "Ji Jin... you hiss..."
Song Yan: "What did he say?"
Yu Xingzhou: "Jian Qingrong, you are dead."
"…"
"You beat up a classmate in class," the ideological and political teacher said angrily, "That's outrageous. I'll deduct 50 credits. If you do it again, I'll double the deduction!"
Obviously the game is preventing people from exploiting the bug in this way.
Yu Xingzhou calculated the time and it was barely enough to complete two more tasks.
Wen Shi had no idea what happened afterwards. Worried that something bad might happen if he woke up too early, Yu Xingzhou took heavy-handed measures. Wen Shi was carried out of the virtual square on someone's back until the end of the copy.
·
The light shines through the eyelids, making the eyeballs feel uncomfortable.
Before Wen Shi opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered them with his hands to block out the glaring light.
"Awake." Song Yan was a little excited.
His vision went from blurry to clear, and the magnificent lobby reminded Wen Shi that he was in the hotel lounge area. He reacted for a few seconds and made sure that he had left the copy of "Horror Society".
"Your anger is rising too fast. We can only..."
Wen Shi waved his hands, indicating that he understood everything. Otherwise, he wouldn't have heard the footsteps behind him without reacting and allowed himself to be knocked down. He looked around, but Yu Xingzhou was not there.
Song Yan whispered a few words explaining Yu Xingzhou's whereabouts. Wen Shi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where is Yu Xinghe?"
"Let's go back to the hotel room first." Song Yan carefully observed Wen Shi's expression while speaking, making sure that he did not see a trace of anger on it. He was clearly still muttering words like "I'm dead" before he fell unconscious.
The calm before the storm?
Song Yan shuddered and quickly changed the subject: "The relationship between the two brothers has eased a bit, and the secret part that follows is very touching. It turns out that President Yu's entry into the game is related to his brother. When he was looking for a good doctor, he heard that a patient with broken bones actually stood up. Later..."
Wen Shi calmly concluded, "So the ending was achieved where I was the only one injured, right?"
The voice stopped abruptly.
After a long pause, Song Yan said cautiously, "Yes."
"…"
Wen Shi took a breath: "You just said that the relationship between the two brothers has eased?"
"right."
"Not enough." Wen Shi suddenly revealed a devilish smile: "Strike while the iron is hot, go and call Yu Xinghe down."
Song Yan was surprised: "Another dungeon?"
Wen Shi laughed: "Am I that crazy? Making people play three dungeons in a row."
Song Yan scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, realizing that he had misjudged the issue.
Who knew that Wen Shi would say the next sentence:
"Since we're here, we have to take him to meet Yu Xingzhou's two vice presidents."
Ji Yuanzhi and Xiaohua, commonly known as Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix Chick.
After hearing this, Song Yan stood there for a few seconds, swallowed his saliva, and silently gave Wen Shi a thumbs-up in his heart.
Poor Yu Xinghe, it was only his first day in the virtual world, and he had seamlessly transitioned from one instance to another, leaving his mind completely in a state of confusion. He had just finished showering and was about to have a good rest when the doorbell to the guest room rang.
Yu Xinghe put on his mask again, looked through the peephole, and opened the door: "What's going on?"
Song Yan nodded: "I'm going to take you to a good place."
Good place?
For some reason, Yu Xinghe felt something was not right when she saw his expression when he spoke.
When Song Yan went to call Yu Xinghe, Wen Shi had contacted Xiaohua in advance, so when the three of them went to the private area of the Two Commandments Guild, they had a smooth journey.
Twenty minutes later, they were standing in front of the magnificent building.
Whether in or out of the game, Yu Xingzhou's achievements were astonishing. Yu Xinghe tried hard to straighten his mind, a thousand words rising from his throat, but in the end, they only turned into a soft sigh.
The temperature inside the building was slightly lower, so Wen Shi led the way based on the location sent by Xiaohua.
Soon, he stopped in front of the first office at the corner of the second floor. The interior decoration style was very simple, with black and white as the main colors. The woman in high heels and a red dress became the only bright color in this environment.
Xiaohua was originally looking at the data sheet in her hand carefully. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and immediately floated over like a gust of wind.
"Is this President Yu's brother?"
As a confidant, Xiaohua knew a little about Yu Xinghe's plans.
There was deep disappointment in her eyes.
Just when Yu Xinghe thought that the other party felt that the difference in strength between the two brothers was too great, Xiaohua turned around and sat back at the desk, muttering to himself: "Wheat-colored skin, leaving red marks is not good-looking, and the leg muscles lack exercise... Sigh."
Yu Xinghe had a strange look on his face, not understanding what she was mumbling.
Glancing at the vase next to the clothes rack, Yu Xinghe felt that it didn't quite match the office's decor when displayed alone. He approached and studied it for a moment, subconsciously turning it slightly with his hand.
In an instant, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the wall behind Xiaohua actually opened to both sides.
An incredible "prosperous picture" unfolded before everyone's eyes.
Various pencil drawings are posted on the three walls inside. The faces of the characters are simply sketched with a few strokes, but they are very vivid, and the masks on their faces further reveal the identities of the people in the paintings.
In the space at the top, there is a lipstick inscription: Xiaohua's fantasy world~
Those postures, those... scenes, Yu Xinghe couldn't help but take a step back.
"I've been discovered." Xiaohua's faint voice came from behind: "Is my painting good?"
Yu Xinghe's shoulders trembled slightly: Does his brother know that the people under him are so crazy?
"He knows." As if she could read Yu Xinghe's mind, Xiaohua's bright red nails crawled up Yu Xinghe's back and asked softly, "What good does it do even if he knows?"
A chill ran up his spine. The realistic painting left an indelible memory deep in his mind. Unable to withstand the powerful impact, Yu Xinghe quickly walked out of the office.
Wen Shi calmly talked to Xiaohua for a few words, then went out and called Yu Xinghe who wanted to go downstairs, and continued to lead him upstairs.
Yu Xinghe wanted to say something in the middle of the conversation, but he couldn't utter a single word.
In the blink of an eye, everyone reached the sixth floor.
"Hmm—"
A muffled groan drifted in the dark corridor.
Wen Shi calmly walked to the second-to-last room, the door of which was ajar. Through the half-open door, he could see a young man with silver-blue hair sitting on the bed.
The man's slender fingers tightly grasped the side of the bedside table. He tilted his head back in pain, and his high nose bridge showed a sense of fragility. Next to him, Yu Xingzhou was swinging a bunch of willow branches.
There was an unknown liquid on the willow branch, and Yu Xingzhou swung it in the air. At the same time, Ji Yuanzhi's body kept twitching, as if he was being whipped by the thin willow branch.
Once a living person is integrated with a mermaid's heart, there is no turning back. In order to delay the time of alienation, Ji Yuanzhi can only continue to refer to the treatment guidelines of Frank Hospital.
These unknown liquids were the "holy water" that Wen Shi wrote to the host and asked him to send to them. The electric baton was too rough and cruel, so after asking around, they chose to use the prop [willow branch] that has the effect of exorcising evil spirits instead.
There was only one window in the room, and the door was not closed for ventilation.
Yu Xingzhou turned around and saw Wen Shi and the others. He shook his head, indicating that they should not come over to disturb him, and continued to swing the willow branches regularly in his hands.
"…" Yu Xinghe's mouth remained slightly open.
In the thousands of drawings downstairs, Yu Xingzhou is portrayed as the one being brutally abused, but upstairs, he is beating others.
Yu Xinghe was still in shock when Wen Shi and Song Yan pulled him to the stairs.
Wen Shi introduced carefully: "What you just saw were President Yu's two right-hand men, but things are not what you imagined."
Yu Xinghe's voice was dry: "The drawings in the secret room..."
Wen Shi was speechless for a moment: "Okay, Xiaohua is exactly as you imagined. She has some unique fantasies about President Yu, but..."
Yu Xinghe could no longer listen to the subsequent explanations. Only one thought remained in his mind:
He doesn't envy his younger brother at all for being the president.