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Chapter 255 Diligent Gugu

Immediately, the people who were looking at their phones saw the game suddenly go black with a "biu" sound, as if it had given up entirely...

Fatty: "..."

Ziliang: "..."

Although the game screen went black, Gu Mian still couldn't get out.

The fat man stood there staring blankly for a long time, but the damn game still didn't make the doctor vomit.

He was a little dumbfounded: "Where's my doctor? I'm such a big doctor..."

As he spoke, he gestured, spreading his arms wide, just like a fat chicken stretching its wings.

"Am I, a doctor, going to be eaten by this game?"

Immediately, the people present heard an unusual noise.

The sound was quite unusual, as if it came from all directions, filling the ears of the group without warning.

The idiom "wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves" is the most appropriate way to describe it.

The moment that unusual sound echoed down the corridor, the fat man almost thought a pack of crying wolves had run into the school. He even imagined a group of wolves huddled together and weeping, though he didn't quite understand why the image of Grey Wolf was gradually appearing in his mind...

Before long, other sounds were mixed in with the wailing and howling.

It sounded like the crackling of old electrical wires, like the static on a childhood desktop TV screen.

The roar of motorcycles, the whirring of electric fans, and the sharp sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard.

In the summer, such sounds are incredibly irritating. The chaotic noises seem to be tangled up in a mess and forcefully shoved into their ears, filling their minds with the sound of chalk rubbing against a blackboard.

The fat man felt like his brain was turning into a blackboard covered in chalk marks.

Ziliang felt nauseous. He leaned against the wall and let out a hiccup-like sound: "Ugh, I feel nauseous, I'm going to throw up..."

The fat man was also starting to feel the strain. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten much that morning, so his urge to vomit wasn't too strong, but his face was still incredibly pale: "Did this damn game launch a sonic attack? My stomach hurts."

At this moment, the two of them were leaning against the wall, their faces pale.

The voice that was forcibly injected into their minds seemed extremely destructive, causing the two of them to convulse involuntarily, their entire bodies filled with indescribable sensations that made it impossible for them to think.

Ziliang swore that this was the first time in his life he had felt so physically and mentally distressed!
He had never felt this bad, not even when he was caught and handcuffed by the anti-prostitution squad!
But with a sliver of reason, Zi Liang noticed that Chu Changge next to him seemed to have no reaction.

He remained as cold and expressionless as ever, seemingly unaffected, even glancing at his phone as if he were seriously analyzing something.

Seeing that Chu Changge had no reaction, Zi Liang couldn't help but gag again.

The one trapped in the game is a god, but the one in front of me is probably a ghost!

He didn't think for long before he started fighting his stomach again; the feeling of wanting to vomit but not being able to was really uncomfortable.

What's worse, Chu Changge, who was standing next to him, actually started to calmly analyze the situation: "Look at this phone screen."

As he spoke, he turned his phone screen toward the two of them.

The phone screen, which had been black, started flickering again, with game footage flashing by every now and then, but the black screen lasted for much longer.

It was like a TV screen with poor signal reception. But at this moment, Fatty and Ziliang were already out of breath and had no strength to understand what Chu Changge was saying, nor did they have the strength to look at the abnormality on their phone screen.

Chu Changge realized that the two of them might not be able to communicate with him at this moment, so he withdrew his hand and stopped talking to them. Instead, he continued to say to himself, "The game screen is flickering, as if something is forcibly restarting the game, but the power to restart the game is being blocked, which is why the phone screen is like this."

At this moment, Ziliang had already lay face down on the ground, seemingly trying to absorb a little bit of the coolness of the ground.

But the tiles in the corridor had long been heated by the scorching sun; while they weren't hot enough to fry eggs directly, they were almost hot enough.

Lying down like that only made him feel worse.

The fat man was still standing, glancing at Chu Changge intermittently, as if trying to agree with his point of view, even though he probably hadn't heard what Chu Changge said at all.

Chu Changge glanced at the two who were already exhausted and said, "Hold on a little longer. I guess this situation won't last much longer."

As he spoke, he looked back at the phone screen, which was still flashing the game screen as before.

Chu Changge looked at the screen: "I suspect there are two forces at play in the game right now. One wants to force the game to reopen, while the other doesn't want to restart it. This intense conflict is what caused these changes in the instance."

"Have you read any fantasy novels? What about martial arts novels?" he asked, glancing at the two fat men beside him.

The two of them were obviously too weak to answer him.

But Chu Changge seemed to understand and continued, "The clash between two different forces will have very serious consequences, and in the end, it is very likely to self-destruct."

This instance is clearly on the verge of self-destruction.

Judging from the current situation, this pixel game clearly doesn't want to be reopened.

The line before the screen went black, "It seems there's nothing left in the school; it's time to end this bizarre game," said it all.

So where does the force that compels this game to reopen come from? Is there more than just the pixel game faction in this instance?
Just then, Chu Changge suddenly noticed a few flashes beside him, as if there was a white shadow.

He looked to the side and saw that the light flickered a few more times in that direction, and then a familiar, comical figure appeared there.

It was Gu Mian, dressed up like a Christmas tree.

He was finally vomited up by that pixelated game.

For some reason, Gu Mian was no longer wearing a school uniform and had reverted to looking like she was in her mid-twenties. She was no longer the high school student she had entered the instance. However, the others had not yet removed their high school student disguises.

Before Chu Changge could think for long, Gu Mian, dressed like a flamboyant Christmas tree, made her move.

Gu Mian seemed to be shocked by the magical sound as well.

Ziliang looked up and saw the man, who had already changed back into his doctor's clothes, looking at him with a strange expression. Then he turned his head and looked around before asking, "What kind of ghostly wailing is that?"

Then, the doctor seemed to notice Ziliang lying on the ground in excruciating pain, and couldn't help but show an even stranger expression: "What's wrong with you?"

Aside from finding the sound a bit unpleasant, the doctor wasn't affected in any other way.

Dejected, Ziliang churned his stomach several times. He no longer wanted to vomit food; he felt like vomiting blood.

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