Thriller Game: Crazy Beauty Abducts Evil God Online

Since Nanxi didn't have any classes with her homeroom teacher afterward, she simply took out her phone and chatted with Chen Feng.

[Nanxi: Chen Feng, what are you doing in there? Bored? Want me to chat with you after class?]

[Chen Feng: It's alright. Are you a freshman?]

[Nanxi: Yeah (*^▽^*)]

[Nanxi: Why are you in the VIP black room?]

The other party seemed a bit annoyed and didn't reply to Nanxi's messages or questions after that.

But this is nothing to Nanxi.

[Nanxi: This is a Chinese class, look.]

[Nanxi: The food in the cafeteria is awful.]

[Nanxi: I saw a little flower by the roadside, don't you think it's cute?]

Each topic is accompanied by a photo.

Nanxi didn't care whether the other party replied or not; she just sent the message out of sheer boredom.

What a wonderful and engaging chat! It felt just like talking to my crush.

Do you also have Sister Nan's beauty?

That's really not true...

I'm really curious about who this Chen Feng is.

There's a saying that goes, "Hard work pays off."

Right after Nanxi posted the photo of the little flower, she saw that the other party had also replied with a message.

[Chen Feng: Quite cute.]

She immediately became interested.

[Nanxi: Can you see Xiaohua in the VIP black room?]

[Chen Feng: I can't see them. This is the first time I've ever seen the school's flowers.]

[Chen Feng: I won't be able to reply to your messages after 5 PM. If you send me another message, I'll reply to you tomorrow morning.]

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Yucai High School, VIP Black Room.

Dusk shone into the room through the cracks in the window, but no one inside turned on the light; they only relied on the faint light from their cell phones to illuminate their faces.

Even from this alone, one can tell that he has an extremely handsome face and a tall, elegant figure.

He is Chen Feng.

Chen Feng suddenly turned on the light, and a distinct "crashing" sound could be heard as he did so.

The lights came on.

This revealed the full view of the room, which featured a pure white bed, a desk, bookshelves filled with books, a computer, and a phone charging cable by the bedside.

Who would have thought that the VIP little black room would be like this? It's even more comfortable than a hotel room.

The only incongruous element in the entire room was the boy standing up. His black, tousled hair obscured his eyes, making it impossible to discern his expression. All that could be seen were the thick iron chains binding his hands and feet, each as thick as a wrist.

"Splash..."

Chen Feng seemed to be used to this treatment. He got up and casually dragged the heavy iron chain, which weighed dozens of kilograms, to the desk and opened a diary.

October 15th, morning.

What happened: My homeroom teacher came to see me again today, but I ignored him. He stayed for a while and then left. Everything else is proceeding as planned.

Chen Feng saw the lit-up cell phone and a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number written on it next to the desk.

After a pause, he still didn't write it down; he simply tore the paper into pieces and flushed it down the toilet.

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It got dark.

By the time Nanxi and the others finished their evening self-study, it was already nine o'clock.

She wandered around the school alone, secretly checking her phone. Despite her constant harassment of the person opposite her while she was studying, they didn't reply to a single message.

"Was my phone really confiscated at night? If so, why was it only confiscated for 12 hours, specifically between 5 PM and 5 PM?"

It’s weird.

Nanxi muttered to herself as she walked forward, but was soon stopped by someone.

"Stop! Don't go any further!"

Even at 9 p.m., the school's gates and walls are still patrolled at regular intervals by members of the school's security team.

At this moment, a member of the security team brandished a stun gun, his tone intimidating: "What are you doing here so late? Don't you know that this area is off-limits according to school rules?"

"I'm new here, so I don't really know. Could you tell me where the girls' dormitory is?" Nanxi asked innocently.

The guard pointed in a direction: "Over there. Don't come here again. You're lucky I let you off the hook; otherwise, if you were identified as a student trying to escape, you'd be immediately locked in solitary confinement!"

Nanxi said thank you and walked towards the girls' dormitory.

This isn't a school at all, it's a prison! Why can't we even go near the school walls?!

[And these people were also carrying stun guns.]

[If that's the case, this mission is definitely not simple. It seems we'll have to solve it from within if we want to escape from here.]

This is a three-star dungeon.

As Nanxi pondered the scene she had just witnessed, she slowly walked towards the girls' dormitory when a faint laugh suddenly reached her ears.

"What... do you also want to escape from this hellhole?"

Nanxi turned her head.

On the empty playground, I was all alone; I couldn't see anyone else at all.

"What? You were looking for me?"

The voice gave a somewhat malicious laugh.

Then Nanxi sensed something, turned her head, and saw that the untouched ends of her hair were now moving on their own in the air, as if they were being held and played with in someone's hand.

It turned into a bow one moment and a small flower the next.

It seems I've found a really fun toy.

The voice said, "Do you want to get out? I can tell you how..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Then we saw Nanxi take something out of her pocket. Her round almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and after scanning the area, she reached out and grabbed at the air.

This time, I didn't miss; I grabbed a thick, strong wrist.

The instant she touched that wrist.

A figure slowly appeared in the air, tall and straight with black, tousled hair.

If the homeroom teacher were here, they would definitely recognize that this person looks exactly like Chen Feng from the VIP black room.

The only difference was that his scarlet eyes were now staring blankly at the petite girl in front of him, speechless.

Nanxi smelled the strong fragrance emanating from the man in front of her, her lips curled up, and her voice was sweet.

"Got you?"