Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Within the competition, the four-person team from the Black Gate region made great strides, while the four-person team from the White Gate region also had a clear division of labor.

Ling Ye was wielding a knife in the town, chasing after the periodically spawning attack NPCs and another group of players, killing them indiscriminately.

Tang Yunxi drove the swift little wheelchair, while Yan Zhao carried the furious giant claws. The two sisters worked together to steal materials from all over the place.

Juniper remained in the relatively safe base, responsible for coordinating the medicines needed by the team.

Everyone seems to be working very hard.

Outside the game, viewers who are constantly switching between different live streams will occasionally argue about their favorite players.

[The Dawn Team is incredibly lucky! The system automatically drew them, and they even got General Yue in?]

[Yue Feng is probably the strongest fighter in the Dawn team, right? She's an absolute power type, and she can summon her spiked hammer at any time. Wouldn't that make her take down enemies like whack-a-mole?]

[Actually, I've always wondered why the captain didn't send her to the competition. With her there, she could go toe-to-toe with Guan Canghai, and the Dawn team might not lose.]

"Sigh, let me clear things up for you, a former member. There are cliques within the Dawn team. The captain and Yue Feng have never gotten along, so they're unwilling to cooperate. Also, Yue Feng knows the captain has a personal grudge against Luo Xiangjun, and she could guess they'd clash internally, so she deliberately avoided involvement."

[Tsk tsk, so the Spring Water team wisely avoided the west this round. This team can't win by brute force; they can only play it safe. And isn't playing it safe until the end a tactic in itself?]

[But don't forget, the Black Wind Stronghold team is also there. Yue Feng's real opponent in this round is Yi Zanglan.]

【Yi Zanglan is no good either; his head can't withstand a single blow. I've decided to side with General Yue for this one.】

[It's hateful that I wasn't there; I'd gladly take that blow for the Abyss Prisoner's triumphant victory!]

Wow, the lady upstairs really loves it!

……

Yi Zanglan was unaware that the live stream chat had already begun discussing whether she would get hit by Yue Feng's hammer.

She adopted Qin Shaoyu's suggestion and was leading the team away from the cultural and sports activity center, heading towards the art classroom on the fourth floor of Building B.

The corridor was quiet, with only the lights flickering. The four of them went up the stairs and didn't find anything unusual along the way, but they inexplicably felt a chill in the air and the temperature seemed to be slowly dropping.

"There shouldn't be anyone else in the building, right?" Wu Ying looked around warily. "If we run into those Dawn Team members here, it might be troublesome when they fight over the tokens later."

Yi Zanglan turned his head expressionlessly: "You little jinx, shut up."

"...OK".

"I don't think so. There are only twelve people in total. The campus is so big, how could we just bump into each other?" Qin Shaoyu didn't seem to care. "They're probably on a mission somewhere."

Shen Yubai sighed: "If you say that, we'll feel much more at ease."

They soon arrived at the fourth floor and carefully examined the metal nameplates on the classrooms.

Those art classrooms are a basic painting classroom, a combined calligraphy and painting room, a multi-functional handicraft and design room, and a dedicated sculpture room.

The other classrooms were unlocked, except for the last carving room, which was locked and could not be opened by oneself.

"This hint is really obvious." Qin Shaoyu said speechlessly, "Why are all the hints in this game so obvious? It's like they're afraid we won't take the bait."

Yi Zanglan hummed in agreement, turned around and walked into the next classroom, already looking for suitable tools.

She removed a wire from the easel used for securing it, and, returning to her old ways, pried open the door to the carving studio in less than half a minute.

She pushed open the door and entered, discovering that the classroom was much more spacious than she had imagined.

Inside the classroom, several rows of finished bamboo and wood carvings are displayed in glass cases; they are likely student work.

Besides these, most of them are plaster half-body molds, with both male and female figures, and the facial features are very lifelike.

On the square table in the very center, there are scattered small carving knives and chisels, presumably tools used for carving, as well as a complete plaster base with only the outline of a skull and no facial details.

Wu Ying stepped forward, pulled out a piece of paper from under the plaster, read it for a moment, and was stunned.

"...What is this thing?"

Qin Shaoyu curiously leaned over for a look and saw that the paper was written crookedly in blood-red ink:

Which student's work is the teacher's proudest?

Please sit down at the table, hold your most precious carving knife in your hand, and hold it in mid-air so that the teacher can tell you the answer.

Remember to silently recite the sculpting tips your teacher taught you—

[With a calm and focused mind, the form must be conceived first; meticulous details must be sculpted to bring the image to life.]

"I'm not saying this out loud, but this sounds a lot like summoning a spirit from a Ouija board," he couldn't help but complain. "People summon spirits from Ouija boards, but these are summoning spirits from a spitting ointment."

Shen Yubai walked around the table and saw that there were exactly four identical stools.

"Are we supposed to sit here?"

"Then please sit down."

After speaking, Yi Zanglan casually picked a stool and sat down, and the other three followed suit.

She held a piece of paper in her left hand and rested her chin on her right, examining the table: "The most precious carving knife? Old Qin, which one do you think looks more like it?"

After all, choosing the wrong carving knife could trigger penalties, so it's best to be cautious and leave professional tasks to professionals.

Upon receiving this important task, Qin Shaoyu immediately pressed his face against the wall and carefully examined everything.

Finally, relying on his intuition, he took two carving knives and handed them to her, one red and one blue.

"It's either one or the other; there won't be any other options."

These two knives are almost identical except for their color. Yi Zanglan took the carving knife and examined it. Her fingertips touched the blue handle and found very fine lines, which seemed to be engraved with someone's initials.

She raised an eyebrow slightly: "This one."

So the four of them clasped their hands together, and following the instructions on the paper, simultaneously gripped the carving knife, suspending it in mid-air above the plaster mold, and chanted in unison:

"Calm your mind and focus on the form first, then carefully sculpt the features to create a lifelike image."

...The door to the carving studio had been closed again at some point.

The light above my head flickered twice and then suddenly went out.

There are no windows here, so everything is completely dark and you can't see anything.

The four of them still held onto the carving knife tightly, not daring to let go easily.

They gradually felt a strong resistance, as if someone was forcibly restraining their movements, causing the carving knife in their hands to suddenly rotate slowly counterclockwise.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

In this quiet and eerie environment, the contents of the paper from before mysteriously resurfaced in Yi Zanglan's mind.

The features were meticulously sculpted, making the statue lifelike.

Which student's work is the teacher's proudest?

The next moment, she suddenly realized something, and decisively reached out and pulled down the hood of Wu Ying's coat, forcefully covering the other person's face.