Deceitful Game

As Mingpo took the test paper, she lowered her voice and asked, "Do I...know you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Bingwen was immediately startled.

He instinctively reached out to touch his face, only to realize that his mask was gone.

Realizing this, Chen Bingwen's face turned pale.

—He clearly came in wearing a mask!

but……

...No, thinking about it makes sense.

Chen Bingwen tried to force himself to calm down.

If the game is set in a school, then wearing masks would obviously seem strange. Perhaps the game itself doesn't allow hiding one's identity... Judging from their loose, bulky school uniforms, perhaps they can't bring anything in at all.

Thinking of this, Chen Bingwen suddenly felt a pang of annoyance.

I should have known better than to become that awful streamer!

"No whispering allowed!"

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out behind Chen Bingwen.

Suddenly, the proctor appeared behind Chen Bingwen and banged on the table.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, perhaps even younger than Chen Bingwen.

Chen Bingwen was startled. He shuddered and quickly turned around to sit up straight.

Even Mingpo was slightly taken aback—because he hadn't noticed when the proctor had arrived.

"Please remain quiet, all candidates. We will now begin reading the examination rules..."

The proctor's drawn-out, slow voice rang out.

Before Mingpo could even look at the exam paper, he suddenly noticed a glimmer of light flashing from the corner of his eye in his desk drawer.

That's a cell phone!

It wasn't a smartphone, but an old-fashioned color screen keypad phone like the PHS (Personal Handyphone System).

Mingpo reacted quickly, immediately clicking the cancel button. At the same time, she pressed the volume button and muted the sound.

And it is quite obvious.

Many people don't react as quickly as Mingpo, or some don't know how to use the phone.

The next moment, the classroom was filled with a cacophony of shrill cell phone ringtones.

The proctor suddenly turned around, his footsteps swift as the wind—

She rushed to each of the test takers who hadn't had time to turn off their phones and snatched them from their desks.

The teacher collected them from front to back the whole way, and not a single student dared to resist.

However, just as the proctor walked to the last row of the teachers' seats... which was behind Mingpo, the strong man turned around and put his phone in his pocket.

He didn't even say a word, but his attitude showed that he wouldn't cooperate.

At the same time, a crimson glow flashed in the depths of his eyes, and the muscles in his left arm swelled and became congested with blood, turning into a deep red that was almost purplish-black, and he forcefully gripped the proctor's right hand.

Clearly, he intended to use violence.

When the proctor was caught, his movements froze instantly.

Her angry expression turned blank, and she became as stiff as a stone statue.

The next moment, the classroom suddenly went dark.

The lights were on inside, while outside the sky was dark and stormy.

As the lights went out, the curtains were suddenly blown up by the wind, and the biting winter wind was blown into the classroom.

"Ughh ...

A piercing scream came from behind Mingpo.

But he didn't even turn his head; he simply and casually placed his phone face down in the corner of the desk drawer.

The next moment, a soft popping sound like a balloon bursting was heard.

With a soft thud, followed by a dull thud as the person fell to the ground.

Then the lights came on.

Mingpo did not look back throughout the entire process.

He calmly looked down at the test paper—it contained math problems at a level roughly equivalent to that of a second-year high school student. Although he had probably forgotten most of the high school math content, the questions were indeed not difficult.

However, there were a few specks of blood splattered on the paper.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mingpo saw the proctor, whose entire right hand was covered in blood, slowly walking towards her from behind her left.

"...Mobile phones and other communication devices must be switched off and placed on the podium. Anyone still has a mobile phone? Please hand it in; this is the last time..."

The teacher calmly continued reading the exam rules and walked past Mingpo.

As soon as the proctor walked past, Mingpo quietly took her phone from under the desk.

He opened the unread messages and quietly typed with his fingertip, trying his best not to make a sound.

The short message, in black text on a white background, contained a few lines of text:

Adventure: The Mysterious School

[Multiplayer game, no faction restrictions, no random players]

[Difficulty: 3-7 days]

[This game is limited to the initial state; no external abilities or statuses other than "titles" can be transferred.]

This game requires role-playing; any actions exceeding the bounds of your role may result in death.

[WARNING: This game contains additional rules, hidden quests, and a unique world setting]

[Next exit point: Complete the exam]

After seeing this, Mingpo realized that the text message had no content.

However, you can continue to hold down the "down" button on the phone to keep the screen scrolling down.

In the blank space, it suddenly stopped at the very bottom.

He saw a picture.

It was a small black cat looking back, with three necklaces around its neck—one for an eye, one for a mouth, and one for a hand hanging from the middle of each necklace.

The cat and the eye on its neck both looked at the screen.

……I see.

Mingpo's expression remained calm.

He turned off the text message and let the phone slide down the sleeve of his school uniform.

"What are you doing?"

The sharp, suddenly louder sound rang out.

Almost everyone looked up—and saw that the female student sitting in the first row of the classroom, closest to the door, had her hand suddenly grabbed by the proctor.

In her hand was a mobile phone with its white screen lit up.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, one of the few players in the crowd who "really looked like a high school student." She was almost crying with fear, her expression completely blank, her face flushed red to purple, and she didn't dare to utter a sound.

"—Didn't I say I was going to hand over my phone?!"

The proctor's shrill voice rang out.

The next moment, accompanied by a scream—

She simply pulled the student's right arm, which was holding the phone, off his shoulder!

……what?

Mingpo was slightly taken aback.

Why were the lights not turned off this time, yet no one died?

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye—

There are four rows and eight columns in the classroom, with thirty-two students. Each student is seated with space between them, so there is plenty of room. The two middle columns are right next to the left and right aisles, while the two outer columns are right next to the walls.

...Could it be that there are thirty-two players participating this time?

Are there really that many adventurers?

After identifying the person with some questions in mind, Mingpo quickly found Gao Fan's location.

Unfortunately, he was in the first row of the classroom. Right next to the teacher's desk, in the very middle of the classroom, the seat closest to the proctor, and also Mingpo's very front.

It seems that the exam room is arranged according to height.

That kid definitely wouldn't dare turn back, so he probably didn't find Mingpo's location.

And just then...

Gao Fan suddenly raised his hand: "Teacher, I'm handing in my phone!"

"it is good."

The proctor reached out and took his phone away.

Amid the girl's agonizing screams and groans, the proctor returned to the lectern with two cell phones and calmly resumed reading the exam rules:

"Do not answer questions before the start signal is given, and stop writing immediately after the end signal is given. Use a black pen to answer questions, and fill in your name and other information inside the sealed line."

"Exam Room Behavior Prohibitions: Talking, peeking, passing items, cheating..."

...It can't be as simple as just doing math problems, can it?

Mingpo frowned slightly.

It's just a high school math exam... Can a game like this be considered "3-7 days" in terms of danger?

But almost immediately, Mingpo realized the problem—

—Where the hell is my pen?

Soon, all the other students besides Mingpo also realized this.

Apart from Mingpo, none of the others had pens either!

But almost everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one dared to ask the proctor a question first.

However, after realizing that no one had a pen, nearly half of the players relaxed.

Just then.

A cold wind blew in again from outside the window—

The classroom lights flickered on and off, and the chandeliers creaked and groaned.

A sudden, intense feeling of dizziness washed over me.

A sudden wave of nausea washed over him, and Mingpo clutched his head. But then, the feeling of imbalance intensified... as if something was disturbing his nerves, and his whole body gradually became weak.

Mingpo was still struggling to stay conscious, and a scarlet glow slowly appeared in the depths of her eyes.

But then he saw the students in front of him fall down one by one.

Finally, after everyone in his sight had fallen, Mingpo also collapsed.