Not long after, in a self-study class, the tutor walked into the classroom for the first time. All the students immediately sat upright, and Ye Shuo quickly withdrew from the state of cultivation, muttering in his heart.

"Students, today's class, let's play a game. I believe everyone played it when they were young." The instructor looked around the audience, his voice calmly, "The name of the game is called 'Talk Game'."

"The rules of the game instructor will explain it again. The competition is carried out in groups. I will tell the first classmate of each group of different messages. At the beginning of the game, the first classmate turns around and passes it to the second classmate. The voice should be low, and each person only says it once, one by one to the back.

The last student reported the message content, and the fast and accurate group was the winning group. All members of the group can receive a reward of 20 contribution points. The last group will deduct 20 contribution points."

Passing the message? It's that simple? Ye Shuo clenched his fists. I'm afraid that there is also a hidden murderous intent in it...?

"But--" Sure enough, the instructor changed his tone, "If there is a problem with a classmate's message, that person will... die!"

In an instant, there was a slight chaos in the classroom. Ye Shuo had noticed that every time the game was played, these wooden students would recover some of their emotions. Perhaps it was the instructor to fully appreciate their fear... No, the most important thing now is to pass the game safely!

Passing the message... Although I haven't played it before, this rule is quite simple and easy to understand. Because a sentence is too much, it will be distorted. If you "die it if you make a mistake", it is obviously more beneficial for the students sitting in the front row. In addition, it should be a test of the cooperation between the students before and after.

During this period, in order to win over the alliance, Ye Shuo has been sitting behind Yan Ziwei. Their current positions are the third to last in a group and the second to last.

It's not good... Ye Shuo sighed. If it was sent back, there would be a problem in the front... No, wait, if you win, all members of the group can get rewards. If you fail, the only one who died was the one who caused the error. In other words, if you are already out of place in the front row, it doesn't matter to the students in the back row...

In the same sentence, the more people pass by, the more likely it is to get out of shape. Once there is a problem with the front row, the rear row can pass safely. In this way, the rear row is more beneficial-

No, no... Thinking of this, Ye Shuo shook his head vigorously. How could I have such a selfish idea!

"Hey, Yan Ziqing!" Ye Shuo carefully patted Yan Ziqing in the front row, "Please tell me first of all the people in front. Everyone will pass it slowly later, listen carefully, and get a little clearer in pronunciation. We are not in a hurry to compete for the first place. The key is to pass the test safely so that everyone can survive!"

Yan Ziwei did not look back, but his shoulders swayed, as if he was sneering in a low voice.

At this time, the instructor had already passed the words to the first row of each group, and then ordered: "Start!"

Because the classroom is wide, there are almost as many as dozens of students in each group. Ye Shuo looked at the students who turned around in front of him and felt like a string of dominoes being pushed down.

The time for everyone to pass the message is only two or three breaths. In a blink of an eye, each group has been transmitted to the fifth row. It seems that they are all trying to win and contribute!

Everyone is concerned about contribution points, and it’s no wonder they are. After all, when they are punished, enough contribution points are equivalent to having more lives! I’m afraid they are just thinking of “it’s better if it’s not my fault”, but in this way, aren’t they very irresponsible for the lives of other people?

The message continued and gradually approached the back row. The student in front of Yan Ziyun had turned around and whispered to him.

"Report to the instructor!" Suddenly, the students in the last row of the third group raised their hands.

Someone has finished it? Ye Shuo was shocked and quickly turned around and looked at it.

As soon as the instructor allowed the student, he quickly stood up and reported at a very fast speed: "A paint maker in Qixiang, a tin maker in Xixiang, a tin maker in Qixiang stole the tin maker from Xixiang, and Xixiang tin maker in Xixiang stole the tin maker's paint maker from Qixiang."

This series of words sounded like Ye Shuo's ears, which made him feel like "Qiqiqi buzzing".

The instructor smiled and nodded: "It's totally correct. The third group won the victory. Other groups also need to work harder!"

What, isn’t this possible? Ye Shuo was relieved and suddenly felt shocked in his mind: “Wait, we want to pass on this thing? How can we remember this?”

At this time, Yan Ziwei had turned his head. Ye Shuo could only suppress the shock in his heart, put his palms together, and signaled him to speak as slowly as possible, while leaning over his ears.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a soldier is not a good soldier."

"What?" Ye Shuo raised half of his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and at the same time made a "soldier" lip shaped to indicate questions. What the hell is this? Shouldn't it be a "soldier who doesn't want to be a general"?

Yan Zi nodded lightly, saying that this was the right sentence. Then he turned around and ignored him. At this time, the student behind him had already kicked his chair anxiously.

Ye Shuo grabbed his scalp in annoyance. Forget it, this training class never plays cards according to the cards, so it may be such a strange saying. There is no time, so you can't implicate the entire group as the last one because of yourself. So he also turned around and whispered to the last one: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a soldier is not a good soldier."

The student raised his eyes in confusion, as if he had some questions about the content of the message. Ye Shuo nodded firmly to him, meaning "Believe me!"

Perhaps the game has reached the end, and the student didn't want to waste time unnecessary and quickly raised his hand: "Report to the tutor!"

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a soldier is not a good soldier!"

Ye Shuo held his breath and he prayed secretly that the instructor could also say "completely correct" just like in the third group...

"The answer is wrong!" The instructor's cold voice shattered his fantasy.

"The correct answer is that a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier!"

Sure enough... Ye Shuo felt nervous. It was still a problem with the message before... Perhaps because these students were rigid in their brains, they had forgotten the original saying. Damn... In this case, there would be no way for all the members to survive!

"The mentor, it was Ye Shuo who reported me to the 'soldiers who don't want to be a soldier'!" The student in the back row shouted, "I heard it very clearly!"

"Ah, no, it was Yan Ziwei who reported it to me like this!" Ye Shuo quickly explained. At the same time, he pushed Yan Ziwei, "What you said at that time was 'I don't want to be a soldier'. I asked you, and you nodded!"

Ye Shuo hopes that Yan Zixu can testify for him, but what he waits for is a sentence—

"Nonsense!"

"I reported that I was obviously 'I don't want to be a general'. He heard it wrongly. What does it have to do with me?"

"How can you open your eyes and tell lies?" Ye Shuo stood up anxiously, "Can I not even tell the difference between the 'general' and the 'soldier'?"

Yan Ziwei's attitude was still the same. The two of them had arguing for a while. In the end, the instructor knocked on the podium with a calm face.

"It's really troublesome. Since there is no conclusion, you two can die together."

Ye Shuo opened his mouth wide in surprise. Could it be that there is no way to determine what everyone is saying in this game? If this is the case, then as long as he insists, what he just said was that "I don't want to be a general", can I stay out of it?

And Yan Ziwei, how could he be so selfish and turn black and white in order to protect himself? Or... from the beginning, this was the trap he left for himself?

"I'm talking about mentor," Just as Ye Shuo and Yan Ziyun were in a death crisis, they sat in other groups. Dan Tai Jing, who had already passed the level, held his forehead with one hand and spoke slowly.

"The opportunity is rare, so why not just gather all the losers and play another game together? Such a fun game really makes people reluctant to end it."

This gloating guy... Ye Shuo glared at him angrily. Yan Ziwei lowered his head, thinking about something.

The air was silent, and everyone was waiting nervously.

After a while, the instructor curled his lips disdainfully: "Forget it, only you freshmen have this kind of vitality. But if anyone makes a mistake, all the employees will be executed!"

Soon, all the losers lined up in the back of the classroom. Ye Shuo deliberately separated several people from Yan Ziwei. In this way, if the other party wanted to make a fool of himself later, there would be others to testify. Although he didn't understand why Yan Ziwei was hostile to him.

At the same time, he also noticed that the current losers are indeed freshmen. Speaking of which, although people are constantly dying in this training class, new students are constantly being filled in. Therefore, the number of people in the classroom is always stable and flat.

Wait... If it has been completely controlled by the chip, that sentence should be directly imprinted in the chip. There is no possibility of problems. Could it be that this game is to test who are not completely controlled?

Maybe that's really... Ye Shuo held his chin. So the third set of such a long string of tongue twisters could be accurately passed down without any stuck...

This time the message was the last chance for these losers. Everyone was trembling. Ye Shuo took his ears over and over again, took deep breaths and made one after another. Finally, he waited for the front row students to pass the message to him.

"A kitten can catch mice, not tigers."

Ye Shuo was stunned. Thinking about it carefully, there was no obvious logical problem in this sentence, but the game of the training class... is it really that simple? Should he change the two words slightly?

After thinking about it over and over again, Ye Shuo turned his head and passed it to the students in the back row as it was. Seeing the other party's reposting, his heart was already in his throat.

Finally, the last student raised his hand.

"A kitten can catch mice, not tigers."

The instructor pushed his glasses silently, and the students in the classroom held their breath.

"... Correct." After a long time, the instructor spoke these two words lightly, and could hear obvious disappointment in his tone. Perhaps, he really hoped to see all the losers destroyed.

Everyone escaped from death and felt relieved. Only when Yan Zixu left, his eyes on Ye Shuo were a little unwilling.

"Thank you." When he passed by Dan Tai Jing, he threw down a sentence lightly.

...

The days continue to move forward. Since Ye Shuo discovered that Yan Ziwei hoped to die in the message game, he no longer tried to win over the other party. Even if he communicated with Ye Xuesong, he would carefully avoid those ears hidden in the dark.

Day after day, he and Wen Cheng worked hard, but still failed to recruit any members of the alliance.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, Chen Antong and her roommate - the little girl of that day, Ye Shuo now knows that her name is Li Yue - were also assigned to this class.

A Yan Zixu didn't count, but now he had to add the girl who likes to stab her in the back. He looked up and looked down every day. Ye Shuo felt that life was getting harder and harder.

After a while, the tutor walked in again for the self-study course that day.

It's time to play another death game... Ye Shuo's fist was clenched in the desk, and his knuckles were faintly blue and white.

"Students," the instructor cleared his throat. "In view of the frequent violations of discipline in this class recently, the head of the class has been specially arranged to transfer to this class. Assist the instructors to manage class discipline and maintain class order."

After saying that, he turned to the door and shouted, "Come in!"

The Grade Chief Ye Shuo suddenly raised his head. In this training class, although there are many students and classes, they always have only one grade. As the Grade Chief, isn’t it above all the students and second only to the tutor?

Although the other students looked dull, they turned their heads one after another without hiding their curiosity about the mysterious chief.

Pick, snap, regular footsteps sounded.

A young man in blood walked in slowly, his face was cold but heroic. A murderous aura was deposited all over his body, as if it was born from the endless sea of ​​blood. His spiritual power fluctuations far exceeded all the students in the classroom. It was a powerful aura that only the strong people of the Qi Zong level could emit.

When Ye Shuo saw the other party's face clearly, he widened his eyes in surprise. It was not because of his Air Clan-level strength, but because of this person... he knew him!

"Blood Skeleton" Huangfu Li! Isn't this guy an elite in Xueyuntang? Why did he come to participate in this kind of training class? Could it be that the manipulator behind the scenes here is Xueyuntang?

But after looking closely, Ye Shuo found that his eyes were also hollow, just like most students here, was he even manipulated?!

In front of the podium, the instructor smiled and introduced: "Huangfu Li performed very well in the early stage and did not violate any discipline. He passed the full score in every exam, and his contribution score was far ahead. He is a role model for everyone to learn from!"

Huangfu Li's eyes were always cold, and the students in the audience also looked at him with empty eyes.

Ye Shuo could feel that the cold sweat behind him had already soaked his clothes.

Why...it was him?
Chapter completed!