Chapter 117: Dormitory Friendship League
Whether it was an exam or a competition, it is certainly full of dangers, but from another perspective, it is precisely the most important life opportunity -
How to make yourself stronger in a certain field as quickly as possible?
Involution*.
And then rolling to win*.
*内卷 neijuan, a slang, originally refers to the phenomenon that after a cultural model has reached a certain final form, it can neither stabilize nor transform into a new form, but can only continue to become more complex internally - now means the rat race, an "inflation" of effort
*卷赢 juanying, "rolling to win" usually means trying to achieve success in a fiercely competitive ("involution") environment. For example, in terms of the generally accepted signs of success in society, such as having wealth, power, influence, etc. that are superior to others. As opposed to tangping, lying flat (going with the flow)
Tang Xinjue told a cold joke, and the dormitory atmosphere was a lot more relaxed. Because everyone knows that this sentence is indeed true.
Guo Guo also subconsciously associated it, her eyes sad: "It's fine when there are many kings of involution (top-scorers) in the college entrance examination. I thought I was finally out of the sea of suffering when I went to college, but I found that college also has involution. Now I am thrown into this broken game, and I am stared at by countless ghosts every day. Survival is at the limit, and I have to continue inside involution?!"
Even death, the game will make them roll into a dough before dying. Is there anything worse than this?
Zheng Wanqing rarely counseled her: "Think about it in a good way. At least the people who rolled with you in high school are now also in the game. It's also fate."
Although everyone had never met, in fact, they have long been old acquaintances who have had a life-and-death friendship!
Guo Guo: "..."
What an unlucky fate.
Why were the informers so strong? There is no doubt that they had evolved from the dungeons.
This means that the other party has rich combat experience, keen perception, and strong psychological quality.
Before the few people could catch their breath, Zhang You had already connected the marking points of the three dormitories, and her expression was serious: "What we see now is probably just the tip of the iceberg of these informers."
The two buildings have 48 balconies and 96 dormitories in total. There must be more than three informer dormitories hidden in them.
Tang Xinjue scribbled a few lines on the paper and supplemented Zhang You's guess: "That's right. Not only that, their strength should also be uneven - when they don't know each other's identities, different informer dormitories choose different strategies."
So some people were so confident that they blew themselves up at the beginning, and some people hid themselves and waited quietly for the development of the situation and the opportunity.
Tang Xinjue continued: "The three informants exposed so far have at least one thing in common, which is that they have the ability to kill with one strike."
506 has a gloomy boy with an explosive crossbow that can kill instantly, 501 has a psychic who can manipulate consciousness, and 308 has a masked person who can curse remotely.
If you think about it carefully, you will understand that only such abilities can meet the game's mission requirements for [Informers] - killing.
Zheng Wanqing immediately asked: "Can this feature be used as a screening criterion to distinguish informers?"
Zhang You was not optimistic: "The effect is minimal. People with killing skills will not write their skills on their faces."
"Then we are in a stalemate again..." Guo Guo sighed, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Hey, now it seems that only we know who the three informers are, right?"
She counted on her fingers: "The only one known to be exposed to everyone is the boy who has [died]. The remaining two informers were discovered by Xinjue. Should we inform others of this news?"
In theory, the [good student] camp was a community of interests. Their sharing of information can not only help others prevent attacks, but also provide targets for radicals, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Zhang You didn't let her get excited for a few seconds: "But how can we ensure that others will believe what we say?"
So far, all the attacks of the informers have been sneak attacks, leaving almost no traces. What if the other party refuses to admit it or even bites back?
Zhang You shook her head: "The informer may not reveal their true colors, but we will definitely become the focus of the whole audience."
Once the other party knew that they had a special search method, it would be as terrible as hundreds of people locking onto the prophet on the first day of the Werewolf game. So her first reaction was not to tell the news to others, but to discuss with Tang Xinjue a way to transfer the risk they had to bear to the informer.
Tang Xinjue, however, was silent, as if she was thinking about something. Her eyes were fixed on the time that kept passing by.
8:47. There were 13 minutes left, and they would automatically enter the next mission stage.
On the other side, Guo Guo was speechless after being refuted by Zhang You. She touched her nose in dismay and whispered to herself: "I think the girl who used the shield should want to know the identity of the informer. Xinjue went out to speak for her before. Maybe... wait!"
She suddenly thought of something and opened her eyes wide: "Is the shield classmate also on the third floor?"
Guo Guo stood up and looked for the location of the shield girl on the floor layout map. Her finger quickly stopped at the lower left corner of their dormitory - 307.
Her sight moved slightly, and next to 307, a dangerous X was drawn in red handwriting.
308 is the dormitory of the masked person who can curse people.
307 and 308 share the same balcony.
Guo Guo's lips trembled slightly: "In other words, next to her is..."
"A-choo!"
The shield girl rubbed her nose, and her already frowned eyebrows twisted even tighter.
She felt that someone was talking about her, but this was not important. The important thing was that she had been standing on the balcony for a long time, and no one came out to confront her.
Even that very pretentious voice disappeared after a few words. Looking around, the crowded balconies were empty. She was the only one standing here, which seemed a bit abrupt.
The girl's face became even more ugly.
But even so, she had no intention of going back. She even turned over and sat on the guardrail, with her shield arrogantly buckled beside her, supporting her chin with a sneer, not caring at all that she had become the most conspicuous target of the whole scene.
Similarly, she did not notice that in the neighboring dormitory less than two meters away, a layer of curtains was silently drawn behind the inky black glass window.
"They won't attack again."
Guo Guo suddenly realized for half a second that this was what Tang Xinjue said.
She turned her head and met those familiar eyes. Tang Xinjue had regained her composure from her brief excitement and pointed out succinctly: "It's not long before we pass the level naturally. They have already lost the best opportunity. There is no need to risk killing for these few minutes."
What's more, the fact that the shield girl dared to stand up alone showed that she had the confidence to fight indiscriminately. The informer was not a fool.
The situation developed just as Tang Xinjue said.
After a brief conflict and confrontation, the "arena" returned to silence. The noise just made was like a stone sinking into the sea, tentatively stirring up a circle of ripples before disappearing.
The last few minutes seemed to be infinitely stretched, and even the silence of the game seemed to some people like the anxiety before execution.
In the silence, many people even had an idea in their hearts: Will the game allow them to pass the level smoothly?
8:55, five minutes countdown.
Tang Xinjue tapped the screen lightly with her fingers, and suddenly raised her eyes: "It's raining."
"What?"
Several people looked out the window through the gap. The sky seemed to be a little gloomy, but no raindrops were seen.
Before Tang Xinjue could speak again, the game prompt suddenly sounded:
[No one has cleared this mission stage in advance. All good students will receive a basic reward of x2. Those who have mission props will automatically enter the next mission stage at 9:00.]
Everyone was in high spirits. This was the first "good news" given by the game since the start of the game!
However, within a second, the prompt continued to pop up:
[Those who do not have the mission props will be collectively wiped out at 9:00 sharp]
The window made a soft click. The clicks became more frequent, accompanied by the whimpering sound of the wind, shaking the window slightly.
With a swish, Tang Xinjue opened the baffle.
With the completely cloudy sky, the strong wind swept the overwhelming rain and hit it heavily.
This was a rainstorm several times more violent than an hour ago.
The rainstorm obscured everyone's natural senses and vision, covering all actions with an imperceptible cover. Even if someone took the initiative to attack in such an environment, it would be difficult to find the location.
This was like an excellent, natural, unavoidable hunting ground, only lacking prey.
Across the empty balcony and the thick rain curtain, you can see that on nearly half of the balconies, black cloaks were hanging under the clothesline and shaking.
The sound of the phone notification seemed very faint in the storm.
[You have one chance to get the props again]
[Do you accept? ]
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