Strange Rules of the Game: Starting with Playing Little Grey Wolf!

playground.

It's less of a playground and more of a giant gladiatorial arena.

The area was surrounded by towering walls, covered with electric fences. The ground was sand mixed with dark red bloodstains, emitting a nauseating stench.

And in the very center of the playground stood a...muscle monster.

It was a sheep, but it had no skin; its bright red muscle fibers were exposed and undulated with each breath.

His arms were unusually thick, even thicker than his thighs, and he was dragging a huge spiked club in his hands.

Boiling Sheep.

A bizarre, chaotic version of ghost stories.

His eyes had no whites, only a crimson red, drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, and he let out a low growl like a wild beast.

"gather!"

Boiling Sheep roared, and the sound waves spread out as if they were tangible, making Su Mu's ears ring.

The surviving Black man and the skinny teenager stood in a row, looking timid and fearful. Su Mu, still carrying his little backpack, stood at the very edge, looking obedient.

"Today's lesson was very simple."

Boiling Sheep swung his spiked club, creating a gust of wind.

Physical fitness test: 1000-meter obstacle course.

"Passing grade: Running to the finish line alive."

Those who fail: die.

Boiling Sheep pointed to the other end of the playground. There was a red finish line there, but this kilometer-long track was riddled with all sorts of terrifying traps:

A spinning array of blades, fire-breathing traps, and several chained zombie dogs howling madly.

"preparation--"

Boiling Sheep raised his spiked club like a starting pistol, "Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black guy shot off like an arrow.

As an African athlete, his physical strength and explosiveness were truly amazing, and he widened the gap in an instant.

Although the skinny boy looked frail, he was surprisingly fast at escaping and kept close behind.

Only Su Mu.

He walked slowly with his short legs, trailing behind as if he were taking a stroll.

"Hey! You shorty!"

When Fei Yangyang saw Su Mu's lazy appearance, his anger surged instantly.

As a physical education teacher who admires the aesthetics of violence, he hates students who lack fighting spirit the most.

"Are you trying to die? Why are you running so slowly?"

Boiling Sheep caught up quickly, raising his spiked club to teach Su Mu a lesson.

[Triggering the rules of physical education class]

[1. In Boiling Sheep's class, only the strong are worthy of survival.]

2. Any student who falls behind the teacher (Boiling Sheep) will be considered a "useless burden" and eliminated.

3. Unless... you have a special reason.

The spiked club was about to come down.

Su Mu suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Fei Yangyang with an extremely innocent and aggrieved expression.

"Teacher! I won't run anymore!"

Su Mu plopped down on the ground and started acting like a spoiled child.

"This is completely unfair!"

Boiling Sheep was stunned, his movements freezing in mid-air: "What's unfair?"

"Look at them!"

Su Mu pointed to the black guy and the skinny boy running ahead.

"Their legs are so long! My legs are so short! And I'm carrying such a heavy backpack! How am I supposed to outrun them?"

"and……"

Su Mu suddenly lowered his voice, took a blue sports drink out of his backpack, and handed it to Fei Yangyang:

"Besides, I think you're the strongest, teacher! Why race against those weaklings? Teacher, you should be showing strength! Absolute strength!"

"This is 'Hercules Water' I brought from home; only the strongest warriors deserve to drink it. I think only you, teacher, are worthy of it!"

This flattery not only affirmed Boiling Sheep's power but also presented him with a gift.

For a simple-minded but physically strong creature like Boiling Sheep, this is an absolute kill.

Boiling Sheep looked at the bottle of blue potion, then at Su Mu's adoring gaze.

"Hmph! You're smart to know what's good for you!"

Boiling Sheep snatched the potion, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. "Of course! I'm the strongest in the whole sheep village!"

"Gulp, gulp!"

The medicine was swallowed.

A few seconds later.

"roar--!"

Suddenly, Boiling Sheep let out a deafening roar.

His muscles began to swell wildly, his blood vessels bulged like earthworms, and he instantly grew larger, his eyes becoming even more bloodshot.

Berserk mode!

"Power! I feel boundless power!"

Boiling Sheep laughed wildly, then suddenly looked at the two survivors running ahead.

"Those two ants are moving so slowly! It's so annoying to watch them!"

"I'm going to crush them!"

At that moment, the black guy in front had just dodged a barrage of blades and was congratulating himself on his quick reflexes.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake.

He turned around in horror and saw a huge red figure charging towards him like a tank, smashing and crushing all the traps, blades, and even zombie dogs in its path!

Boiling Sheep doesn't need to avoid the traps at all; he is the trap himself!

"No--!"

The young Black man let out a desperate scream.

The next second, Boiling Sheep's huge body crushed through.

There is no suspense.

The black man was instantly turned into a pile of minced meat, leaving no trace of his body.

The skinny boy was a little luckier; because he was a bit slower, he managed to hide in a blind spot of a fire vent and escaped unharmed.

But when he saw his companion's miserable state, he was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Hahaha! Now this is what a PE class should be like! Now this is what real passion should be!"

Boiling Sheep stood at the finish line, raising his spiked club and howling to the sky.

Su Mu then slowly ran over.

He looked at the carnage on the ground, then at Boiling Sheep who was in a berserk state, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Teachers are amazing! Teachers are the best in the world!"

Su Mu clapped its little paws.

Boiling Sheep turned around and looked at Su Mu, his eyes surprisingly showing a hint of "appreciation".

"Kid, you may be slow, but you have a good eye."

Boiling Sheep patted Su Mu's head.

"You passed this lesson."

Su Mu rubbed his numb head and breathed a sigh of relief.

Another one solved.

Now, the only survivor in the entire sheep village is that thin boy.

Moreover, after a morning of commotion, Su Mu discovered something even more interesting.

That skinny boy... something seems off.

Given that he was in a certain death situation just now, wasn't the timing of his hiding in that blind spot a bit too coincidental?

Su Mu squinted, looking at the trembling figure in the distance.

"Could he... also be a character who keeps a low profile?"

......

The bloody end of the physical education class made the already oppressive atmosphere in Sheep Village even more somber.

The black man was turned into an unrecognizable mosaic, which was quickly cleaned up by several mechanical cleaners that appeared out of nowhere.

The thin boy was huddled in a corner of the playground, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes unfocused, as if half of his soul had already flown away.

After venting his excess energy, Boiling Sheep seemed to have lost interest in this one-sided slaughter. He swaggered away, carrying his spiked club, and left with a parting remark:

"get out of class dismissed! Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch! Don't starve, we still have work to do this afternoon!"