Horror: In the beginning, she holds the mall and becomes a hunter

Chapter 2 Ivy High School (2)

And more new players who don't know what they are doing don't have school uniforms, so they have to unite to grab the NPC's school uniforms.

The fat man walked slowly over and looked at the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Meng Zhi looked away, and a young man also found the place after her. The two did not speak, and Meng Zhi left first.

That person should be a player.

She walked up and down the administrative building. Most of the rooms were closed, and occasionally teachers would suddenly appear in the corridors.

The administration building has a total of six floors. The principal's office is on the far left side of the fifth floor. The walls on both sides of each floor are posted with brainwashing slogans, including but not limited to "Study until you die", "Scores are everything", and "Can't take exams" "Students are social bugs".

Half an hour passed, and old students gradually appeared in Ivy High School.

Meng Zhi left from another exit of the administration building. The wall outside the school uniform supply office was deeply stained with blood, there were students' bodies on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of rust.

The fighting was basically over. Most of the freshmen's uniforms were stained with blood. Meng Zhi's clean uniform actually stood out in the crowd at this moment.

There were also some people who didn't get their school uniforms, so they were waiting at the back of the queue.

Students one year above them were heading from the dormitory building to the teaching building one after another, and the campus shrouded in darkness became a little more vibrant.

The huge and dilapidated building was hidden in the darkness. It was not until a student pressed the classroom switch that the darkness was barely dispelled.

No one spoke. Meng Zhi was mixed in with the old students. There were not many people in the freshmen team, and some smart ones were already looking for information about themselves.

"Classmate, you don't belong in this building," a student stopped Meng Zhi, her eyes full of joy. She stared greedily at Meng Zhi's heart, "Don't you know your place?"

Meng Zhi glanced at her coldly, turned around and walked towards another teaching building, saying, "It's none of your business, just study hard."

girl:"……"

Damn it, she was so rude, but she told herself to study hard - the Ivy League high school students who put their studies first couldn't fault Meng Zhi's words. The most she said was swearing.

More importantly, she did not go to the wrong teaching building.

The teaching building was equipped with iron bars like a prison, and the windows were airtight and covered with thick red cloth, which made people feel suffocating and depressing.

Meng Zhi climbed to the fourth floor, turned on the lights in the classroom, looked around, and picked up a piece of paper behind the dusty trash can.

Classroom Rules:

1. Students should listen carefully to the class and stay quiet, and are not allowed to be distracted.

2. Enter the classroom 10 minutes early. Students are not allowed to speak loudly in the classroom.

3. You need to raise your hand to indicate when going to the toilet. No more than three people can go to the toilet at a time.

4. No eating, including drinking, is allowed during class.

There was also a footprint on the paper, and Meng Zhi kindly placed the classroom rules on the podium.

Textbooks and study supplies have been prepared here. She picked a seat and sat down. Class started at eight o'clock and she would arrive in the classroom at seven-fifty.

People came in one after another soon. Some of them were a little surprised when they saw Meng Zhi sitting on the seat first. They wanted to sit next to her, but they didn't dare.

Meng Zhi just tried to open the mall, but the shelves were empty.

"I don't know how to sell it." Meng Zhi turned the pen in his hand and thought about it, intending to treat the pen as a commodity and put it on the price.

The electronic sound of the game sounded unexpectedly:
[The mall is officially activated! 】

[Product: (E-level) A gel pen that can write, with only one refill.Please price. 】

The pricing range for E-level items is 1-50 points. Meng Zhi was just doing an experiment, so she settled on 5 points.

At the same time, all players on the server received notifications from the game:

[Thriller Game Mall is officially open today! 】

At this moment, both veterans and newbies felt strange about the game’s notifications.

Thriller games don’t have a mall—this is what all players know.

"Mall? Is the game finally a little supply-conscious?" Some players who were not in the dungeon were very excited.

The player who was in trouble also opened the mall panel with a glimmer of hope, but it turned out that... there was only a useless pen on it. "What crap? Is this also called a mall?"

Meng Zhi was a little embarrassed. Her mall was a bit too shabby.

She saw a source of goods in the lower left corner. Monsters in the dungeon and players could provide her with goods such as props. The game itself would also supply goods regularly, but she currently only had E-level permissions.

"There is a long way to go." Meng Zhi checked the precautions. She could not sell the items in the copy at will unless the item owner agreed.

The pen she just put on the shelves is all she has.

After learning about his golden finger, Meng Zhi looked at the students who came in one after another.

At this time, a very fierce-looking man walked in wearing a school uniform that was very inconsistent with his temperament. As he walked, he cursed: "What the hell, what a bad game!"

After saying that, he kicked the empty table. The table made a harsh sound when it was kicked. The next moment, he exploded and died.

Flesh mixed with a large amount of blood sprayed onto the face of the student in front.

The people who came later didn't know what happened, and they were shivering, so they quickly picked a seat and sat down to feel at ease.

Others were smarter and saw the code on the podium and took a pen to copy it.

At [-]:[-], the head teacher walked in wearing red high heels and holding a stack of test papers. She was very thin, with only a thin layer of skin covering her bones.

She stood on the podium without saying a word. Only when students came in after [-]:[-] did a faint smile appear on her face.

If you are not afraid of the monster not talking, you are afraid of the monster laughing haha.

The body of the student who was late was split open from the middle of the head with a pointer by the head teacher. He did not die immediately, half of his body was bleeding and squirming.

He climbed on the ground with one arm and spit out disgusting black bugs from his mouth: "Help me..."

Soon, he was eaten by insects.

The impact of this scene was greater than the various bloody scenes encountered during the school. Some players could not help but vomit, while others cried silently.

Meng Zhi sat relatively back. She witnessed all this and remained silent.

"Now we start the semester exams and select class committee members based on their grades."

"The last one has to clean the toilet."

After the head teacher finished speaking, the test papers began to be distributed.

Some players have graduated many years ago. They are terrified, but they dare not reveal it too much for fear of dying.

There is no history test here, there are eight subjects in total. Meng Zhi quickly traveled through many worlds, many of which were based on the campus. She was very good at it.

The first one was politics. She looked at the title above and fell into deep thought.

Q: What should you do when you encounter students with bad learning attitudes?

Q: How to become a useful person to society?

The world view here is contrary to that of normal people. Meng Zhi filled in answers such as "eliminate the worms who don't like learning" and "strive to get high scores and treat scores as something more important than life."

Writing this kind of words too often seems to have a brainwashing effect. Meng Zhi silently recited the 24-character mantra in his heart and worked hard to be a healthy flower for the motherland.

After a while, she felt a little sleepy.

Time-traveling study and high-intensity exams are undoubtedly a huge test for players. The player next to Meng Zhi had to stab his arm with a pen in order not to fall asleep.

The teacher on the podium stared at each student expressionlessly. If she found any student plagiarizing, she would whip them down with a pointer and separate their corpses.

So the players who tried to cheat took a rest and racked their brains while resisting the drowsiness, using up all their life-long knowledge on the exam.

The second subject was Chinese. The class teacher sat on it and corrected the test papers very quickly. It took her half an hour to complete the correction of more than 30 test papers.

In the only time she had to relax, Meng Zhi lay on the table with her eyes closed to rest her mind. The reversal of day and night had little effect on her, but in the end it was worthwhile to recharge her batteries.

The end of get out of class is only 10 minutes in total. The classroom rules require students to enter the classroom 10 minutes early, which completely eliminates the opportunity for students to use the toilet and explore the teaching building after class.

(End of this chapter)