I contracted the bed for the full escape game

Chapter 15 The Meditation Room

Surrounded by four strong men, Longjing embarked on a long journey to school with a whole set of five-san farewells in his arms—hey, it should be the way to pass the customs.

[Triggering conditions, lost lambs of T and S categories! 】

Longjing walked into the car thoughtfully, Wusan was very heavy in his arms, and he didn't know how many pages there were.

The light inside the car was very dim, and it was almost impossible to see things that were close in front of us.

The moment he got into the car, he heard a crash from the rear of the car body, the muffled sound that would only be produced when the body collided with metal.

Longjing turned his face away to look, but before he could see clearly, he was pushed hard by one of the strong men, and he fell into the car, almost disfigured.

Although it wasn't his original appearance, running around in the game with a disfigured face was scary enough.

What's more, there is a devil-level control group, Chen Chuci, who may appear at any time.

"Fuck?!"

Longjing, who was distracted, was kicked behind the car by the strong man again.

"Don't dawdle! The action should be crisp and neat!"

The strong men got into the car very quickly, and when the principal sat down, the commercial vehicle started and drove out at the fastest speed.

In the darkness, Longjing heard even weaker breathing sounds, intermittent like a seriously injured animal.

Probably because the surroundings were too dark, he was dominated by a heavy drowsiness in the shaking car body, and he was about to fall asleep.The stack of Wusan brought out by Longjing has been scattered on both sides, and I don't know how many copies have been lost.

He was forced to use "the last stubbornness of a cultivator".

With his sober consciousness coming back in an instant, Longjing leaned against the back of the last row of car seats with difficulty, barely stabilized his body, and then looked towards the rear of the car body.

This look - it doesn't matter.

Look again...

Three pairs of eyes opened in the darkness, one of which was the closest to him, very big and bright, like two little stars.

He could even see the other person's face clearly, it was a little immature and a little familiar.

I saw a small cut in the corner of the boy's mouth, his fair cheeks were swollen and bruised, his eyes were quite rebellious, he stared at Longjing and said word by word with silent lips: "You, good, ah, I, dear, love, yes, team-mate."

Longjing: "..."

The juvenile version of Chen Chuci?

……

The school is in a wild place.

Longjing and Chen Chuci stared at the back of the car for a long time, until the car finally stopped, they "reluctantly" turned their eyes away, and each observed the surrounding situation.

Chen Chuci was imprisoned in the iron fence at the rear of the car, unfortunately he was unable to do anything to Longjing.

What's more - he rubbed the corner of his bleeding mouth, feeling a little bad.

The first of the series of missions failed, and I don't know what irreparable impact it will have on the subsequent missions.

Be a good boy, be a good boy...be a good kid who is a sand sculpture? !

After finishing homework for the winter vacation, Chen Chuci still didn't get a single word of praise from his parents, and he doubted life.

Not long ago, a group of people broke into his room and set his sack.

With Chen Chuci's temperament, it was impossible not to resist.Therefore, he resisted as a matter of course, but found that his physical fitness had seriously declined, directly falling to the level of a primary school student, and he was still a weak primary school student.

The more he resisted, the more severely he was beaten.

After being hit by the sap a few times, Chen Chuci couldn't even speak, and his internal organs were in pain as if they were being shattered.

Before Longjing appeared, he had been lying on the railing along the way to eavesdrop on the conversations of the strong men in front, and some phone conversations.

Through their conversation, Chen Chuci simply identified several key points.

He does go to school.

It's just that he really can't say what kind of place that school is.

And those strong men are actually the instructors of the school, who are responsible for teaching and controlling the students, so that the students can develop good behavior habits.

Except for the man sitting in the passenger seat who had never seen his face, Chen Chuci had basically confirmed the identity of the remaining four men as instructors.

Four strong men who looked fierce.

Chen Chuci gritted his molars, hating that his physique was restricted and his props and skills were restricted, otherwise his pile of rubbish props alone would have given the instructors a good drink.

"squeak--"

The side door of the commercial vehicle opened, and two of the three instructors sitting in the back jumped out, while the remaining one deftly slapped Long Jing away, and after throwing him out of the car, he directly opened the small gate of the iron fence.

He laughed and weighed the thick iron rod in his hand, and shouted at Chen Chuci and the three young men who were locked up: "Come out! Climb out quickly!"

The gate of the iron fence is so small that it can only accommodate a teenager crawling through it like a dog.

There is also a dark object of unknown composition stuck on it, which makes people feel hairy.

Long Jing stood beside the car, surrounded by three strong men, but he didn't choose to obey their wishes and leave, instead he stayed where he was, without changing his face.

After tens of seconds, a loud conflict suddenly broke out in the car.

Longjing's heart couldn't help but tighten.

In fact, he is quite accurate in judging people. Chen Chuci's appearance doesn't seem to be a bad thing at first glance.

Basically, there is no possibility of good.

With the last dull sound, the instructor who was stranded in the car also jumped down, dragging Chen Chuci, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and limp, by his hand.

Chen Chuci drooped his head weakly, his too long bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible for Longjing to judge whether he was awake or knocked unconscious.

If the name "Chen Chuci" is removed, he is just a teenager, very fragile and immature.

Longjing was touched slightly.

However, a fat instructor pressed his shoulder from the side, and asked him casually: "What? Boy, do you still want to fight for him?"

Looking back, Longjing saw the fat instructor chewing gum in his mouth, grinning maliciously at him with smoky yellow teeth.

"Boy, I'm telling you now as an instructor. Here, in this school, we adults are your rules! We are your gods!" The fat instructor spit, "Look at your pale face, a It doesn’t look like a good kid. You remember it clearly for me! You have to do whatever I tell you to do! Hmph, with the quality of young people like you, heh, I’m afraid that in a few years even your hometown will be sent to the hands of foreign dogs Come on!"

While talking, he untied the martial stick from his belt, and he was about to beat someone.

Longjing retreated instinctively.

The fat instructor let out a cheerful laugh, but at this moment, a thin red-haired boy jumped out of the car, nimbly grabbed the gap and fled to the road.

The faces of those instructors immediately changed, and they were terribly gloomy.

I don't know who spit on the ground, scratched it with the sole of the shoe, and scolded mother coldly—"Hurry up!"

Chen Chuci was thrown on the ground like a torn sack, dust rolled all over his body, and there were miserable bruises everywhere.

This school was built on a small plain, empty and desolate, and even the wind was full of poverty and boredom.

Probably because of his young age, Chen Chuci didn't look so unpleasant anymore.

Principal Yang got out of the car slowly, and when he saw the instructors all chasing the red-haired boy, he couldn't help frowning.

But soon he resumed the posture of a senior intellectual.

"Student Zhao...why don't you leave?"

Longjing felt uncontrollably disgusted, but he hid it well without revealing anything.

"I'm afraid that the instructor will have to carry people back later. I'm too tired, so I'll wait here for them to come back. If I need help, I'll help them carry them back."

Chen Chuci was still lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, but this old man who talked to his parents about education and children was still free to chat with him, which showed that he was not a sincere "great educator".

He was nothing more than an anxiety monger.

Longjing doesn't have any special skills, the only thing that can be counted as a special skill is probably that he is particularly good at endurance.

He firmly believes that the road ahead is always tortuous and circling, but the future is always bright.

After enduring the long winter, one day the frozen stream will thaw in the spring and everything will recover.

Principal Yang smiled gratifiedly.

It's just that even he himself doesn't know how much falsehood and truth there are in that laughter.

"You are such a good boy."

[Current mission progress: 0.21/n. 】

Longjing: What a stubborn old goat.

He has basically understood the meaning of the progress of this task now, and it should be difficult to improve.Because the progress of this task needs to be recognized or praised by others.

Parents should be the people who know their children best, but in the underlying background of this task, the role of parents has long held a desperate attitude towards their children.

It is even more impossible to attack President Yang.

A person who is fundamentally unaware of his mistakes, no matter how much he criticizes and attacks him, the final result will only be-"There are always people who want to harm me" and "You ordinary people just don't want to see others great".

M, F, T, J, S.

It has been confirmed that there are five types of attack targets, but Long Jing can't figure out what his mission is and what the clearance conditions are.

There is still a hint missing.

As he thought about it, he heard the instructors coming back cursing from a distance.

Behind them was the red-haired boy, whose life or death was unknown, and he could only be seen with a belt tied to his hands, cruelly dragging him forward.

The sandy loess ground was uneven, and Longjing doubted that he saw bloodstains dragged out from behind the boy, but he couldn't say anything.

That's the underlying rule of the game.

Invisibly, there is a hand strangling everyone's throats, forcing them to be silent, to protect themselves wisely, and to follow the crowd.

Because that's life.

A wave of drowsiness welled up in Longjing's heart, he turned his head wearily and glanced at the completely still young Chen Chuci, then looked down at the handful of Wusan in his hand, and finally reluctantly made up his mind .

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he threw away the books other than Chinese, turned around with a flattering face, and was about to pull Chen Chuci on the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

An instructor noticed his strange behavior, shouted harshly, grabbed his belt and was about to hit him.

Longjing brewed his emotions for a second, then flinched and said: "I, I see the instructors are working so hard, so I want to share it for you... This kid is lying on the ground half dead, I thought about it and wanted to take the initiative to help the instructors take him away." I carried it back."

The instructor glanced at Longjing suspiciously: "Just you? Your small body?"

While speaking, he shook the belt in his hand twice, as if showing off his strength.

"Okay—you should memorize it." The fat instructor hooked the tall instructor's neck from behind, and jumped into the conversation.

"If you can't carry it on your back, you are asking!"

Longjing took a deep breath, leaned over and grabbed Chen Chuci's arm.

The boy's arms were very slender, as thin as a pampas grass.

He held his breath, and steadily pulled the man up with his arms, and sent him to his back with the help of the strength of his shoulders.

The instructors watched from the side and booed a few times, without any intention of stepping forward to help.

Longjing stood up unsteadily, supporting Chen Chuci's legs thoroughly, and finally completed the most difficult first step.

In fact, there were two other teenagers imprisoned with Chen Chuci, one with white hair and one with blue hair, both of whom couldn't explain it.

It's just that they are not as tough as the red hairs, and they just obey the instructor's intimidation tremblingly, so that they will not be so conspicuous.

Chen Chuci's breathing was very weak.

Even if he was lying next to Longjing's ear, he couldn't hear his breathing clearly.

The school was built in an ancient building, full of gloomy old flavor.But what was strange was that Longjing didn't see a single student wandering outside, and couldn't tell whether it was class or get out of class.

"Hey! You! New idiot!" The instructor stopped and signaled Longjing to send the man through the door he opened.

Written crookedly on cardboard at the door: meditation room.

"Put people in it and you can sit down and start meditating."

Long Jing looked at the pitch-black room and didn't move immediately.

However, the instructor smiled and kicked him from behind, causing Longjing, who was already standing unsteadily, to fall into the room.

"Meditate well! Trash!"

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