F*ck, the fox is pretending to be a tiger

On the live broadcast square, the quick entrances of each live broadcast hall were arranged from top to bottom according to the viewing value.

Perhaps because there were too many newcomers, the live broadcast halls opened this time were basically below the C-level, and the B-level and A-level halls were rare. Which also made the vast majority of the audience concentrate in those high-level halls.

After all, the higher the difficulty, the more enjoyable it was to watch.

Suddenly, someone saw a familiar novice-level instance somewhere in the middle.

"Decai Middle School"…?

Isn't it a D-level instance? Why is it listed here?

——Is something wrong with the system's ordering?

The audience was puzzled.

Seeing this, some curious viewers couldn't wait to go in, ready to see what happened with their own eyes.

After all, if it wasn't for the system's ordering error…

Then there must be some variables in this D-level instance that made the system's judgment on the viewing value of the entire instance suddenly increase.

This kind of thing didn't happen every day!

***

Frightened anchors crowded in the narrow corridor, like sardines stuffed into a can. After the voice of the old witch fell, all eyes instantly fell on the young man at the end of the corridor.

Bewildered, they held their breaths and waited anxiously.

Under the dim light, the corridor was narrow, and the green walls were mottled and peeled off, revealing black-grey stains.

The air was dead silent.

But in the 789326qwk live broadcast room, it was completely opposite to the outside world.

With the influx of viewers from other live broadcast rooms, the number of online viewers displayed in the live broadcast room continued to increase.

[Ding! The number of online viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 1000.]

[Ding! The number of online viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 2,000.]

[Congratulations to the anchor for his achievement: A newcomer!

Wow, the popularity of your live broadcast room is rising, and your high-quality live content has attracted more viewers to your live broadcast room!]

[Ding! The number of rewards in the live broadcast room exceeded 50!]

[Congratulations to the anchor for his achievement: A small gain!

Wow, more and more loyal fans are convinced by your charm. Please anchor, work hard, and continue to encourage them so that more people will be willing to open their wallets for you! ]

[I came from next door, I didn't expect this trainee teacher to be an anchor, I was shocked.]

[+1 from next door.]

[Aaaaaaaaah, how did the anchor get into the NPC team? I'm dying of curiosity, asking for supplementary lessons!]

[Where is the novice's history replay? I can't find the homepage, is there any kind-hearted person to show me the way?]

[Upstairs, don't bother, don't waste your time. Anyway, this anchor is going to overturn soon hahahahaha!]

[???]

[???Why? What happened?]

Immediately after, more and more gloating "Hahaha" brushed off the screen.

Although the audience that just came in was not clear, most of the other audience members had been watching from the beginning.

The dean didn't ask anyone to get the list at all. It was all made up by Wen Jianyan, and the crumpled booklet was now in Wen Jianyan's pocket.

As for the "copied list", there was absolutely no such thing.

But now, the heavy-duty of naming fell on Wen Jianyan's shoulders — he either honestly said that he didn't copy it at all, or he had to take out the booklet from his pocket and read it.

However, no matter how he chose, it would be contrary to his lie at the beginning, which would definitely arouse suspicion.

And "doubt" was like water poured on a sandcastle, which could break apart a lie that couldn't stand the scrutiny.

This was the case in reality, not to mention that he was still in an instance now.

With the temperament of an old witch, it was absolutely impossible to miss such an opportunity. Once caught, this anchor would surely die.

It seems that the short and glorious career of this anchor was probably coming to an end. Although it was a pity, most of the viewers had become more excited.

After all, the car was already overturned, and the more fierce the flip, the better it would look.

The entire corridor was shrouded in suffocating silence.

All eyes fell on Wen Jianyan.

The tall, fleshy woman leaned slightly to the side. Her small, sinister, dark eyes looked through the gap on the side of her glasses, and the bottom of her eyes flickered like the sharp blade flashed a second before it fell in front of the guillotine.

The dim light flickered overhead, and the light was reflected at the edge of the somewhat crooked lens, blocking the look of the young man's eyes.

His face looked pale and weak in the light, and his lips were pursed. He calmly and slowly, little by little, reached into his pocket.

The audience in front of the screen held their breath subconsciously, greedily watching the anchor's every move.

Soon, Wen Jianyan's fingers were pulled out of his pocket.

They saw that in his hand was a piece of white paper folded in four-folds. It was wrinkled with irregular marks on the edges as if it had been torn from a notebook and scribbled handwriting was faintly visible on the side.

Wen Jianyan unfolded the paper.

The rustling sound of paper rubbing sounded in the dead corridor, making people's heartbeats quicken.

"Jiang Ze."

The young man's voice sounded in the corridor, gentle and clear.

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

[How did he read it?]

[What's going on? Could it be that the anchor is trying to slip through by making it up?]

After a few seconds of silence, a weak voice sounded at the end of the corridor, and replied in a low voice:

"…Here."

"Zhou Fangyuan."

"Arrived."

Wen Jianyan read one name after another, and each time he read one, there would be a high or low response from the crowd.

This was absolutely impossible to make up.

What was going on? Did he really make a copy when the audience wasn't paying attention?

When did this happen? They didn't have any impression at all!

As if to answer the doubts of the audience, the camera in the live broadcast room moved, and zoomed in, again and again.

It finally landed on the piece of paper in Wen Jianyan's hands.

The white paper was still wrinkled, with a few lines written in extremely scrawled handwriting:

[Onion, cabbage, garlic, pork, chili peppers; remember to buy toothpaste and washing powder.]

"..."

"..."

A dense "???" floated through the live broadcast room.

This, this is… a shopping list???

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, stared at the few lines on the shopping list without changing his face, and continued to read it with great confidence.

"Zhao Runcheng."

"Arrived."

"Fang Ke."

"Arrived."

After realizing what happened, the barrage exploded.

[??? The anchor has memorized the list!!]

[Shit, what kind of memory is this! Did he not forget!?]

[Not necessarily, right? Maybe he had expected this, so he secretly memorized it. After all, there are only a dozen names.]

[Didn't the person upstairs use his brain when speaking? Isn't that more difficult? What kind of pre-judgment level is this!]

Soon, except for Cheng Wei, who was "not enrolled", everyone else completed the roll call.

The old witch stood on the spot, squinted her eyes and looked around slowly, and let out a cold snort from her nose. One couldn't tell whether she was satisfied or disappointed.

She turned around: "Let's go."

Wen Jianyan let out a slow breath, folded the paper again, and stuffed it into his pocket.

By the way, he secretly rubbed his wet palm on his pants.

So close.

Fortunately, his occupation was too high-risk, so he developed the habit of subconsciously remembering all the important information in front of him. One reason was to prevent his lies from being exposed, and the other was to play on the spot at a critical moment.

After all, the point of a lie was in the details.

Even trivial details could be fatal if neglected.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the anchors behind him, and raised his chin:

"Didn't you hear what Teacher Yang said? Follow us."

Just now, the audience was still sighing about the anchors' extraordinary memory and prediction ability, but the wind direction suddenly changed:

[F*ck, the fox is pretending to be a tiger.]

[D@mn, the scoundrel is successful.]

[Shameless!!!]

All the anchors looked at each other in dismay, stepped forward in fear, and followed behind Wen Jianyan.

The old witch went straight downstairs and walked outside of the dormitory.

It was dark outside.

The small campus was immersed in the burning twilight, like a small cardboard box that was about to be squashed.

A few dozen of meters away from the dormitory building was a low-rise building with only one floor. The gate was opened, revealing the grey-black cement floor moistened with water or sweat.

As a canteen, there were several rows of long grey-yellow tables side by side. The protection leather on the tabletop was peeling off, looking greasy under the dim light as if it had not been carefully cleaned for many years.

At the end of the dining room were two desks that had been put together.

Huge food bowls made of white iron were placed side by side on top of them, and steaming hot air was flowing outward.

The old witch stopped at the entrance of the canteen, turned her head to look at the anchors behind her, and said coldly, "Here we are."

The woman looked around, her tall figure brought a terrifying sense of oppression.

The anchors gathered together in silence, waiting for each other to speak.

Only to see the old witch raise her short and thick fingers, and point to the cabinet next to her: "Your lunch boxes are all there. After you finish eating, wash them and remember to put them back. If you lose them, you will have to pay."

The old witch then pointed to the clock hanging on the wall of the canteen:

"After eating and washing the dishes, go back to the dormitory by yourself. You can access the door of the dormitory building till 9:30 p.m."

She grinned, and the maliciousness in her expression could hardly be concealed: "If you don't come back on time, I won't open the door for you."

"Okay, you can move now."

After speaking, the old witch turned around and walked toward the dormitory while humming a song.

Because of the close proximity, Wen Jianyan heard the last words she sang this time:

"…pleasing and satisfactory…"

She hummed the little melody, and her tall and fat body quickly disappeared into the dark night.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered to his senses.

He took a step forward, clapped his palms, and raised his voice:

"Did everyone hear what Teacher Yang said? The freshmen who have received their lunch boxes came here, and lined up in two rows to go in to eat."

As a fraudster skilled in his business, he had integrated into the role of "Trainee teacher" without any psychological barriers.

In just a few words, not only Wen Jianyan transferred the remaining authority of the old witch to himself, but also naturally became the one who controls the overall situation.

All the anchors instinctively follow his order.

After a short period of confusion, everyone carried their lunch boxes and honestly lined up in two rows at the entrance of the canteen.

Wen Jianyan nodded without changing his face, and said with satisfaction,

"Come in."

So, the imposter calmly took two rows of people into the canteen and commanded them to line up to eat.

The person in charge of the meal was an old woman with rickets. Her eyes were cloudy, her fingers were wrinkled like tree bark, and she held the rice spoon tremblingly. The white iron spoon made a harsh sound when it touched the bottom of the basin.

Dinner was some kind of porridge.

A layer of oil was floating on the turbid yellowish-white, and in the viscous semi-liquid, the white meat, the thin rice grains, and the soft noodles were mixed at the bottom of the spoon, exuding an unappetizing smell.

She mechanically gave the students a spoonful of rice.

The moment anchors saw the food in their bowls, an indescribably complex expression appeared on their faces.

They held the bowl with a disheveled look and chose a seat on the long table to sit down.

When all the students finished taking their meal, the old woman leaned down tremblingly, ready to pick up the big iron basin that was left in front of her.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and took the basin from the other party's hand involuntarily:

"I'll do it, you can just rest."

His gesture was gentle and courteous, and he looked at the old woman in front of him with great concern.

——Whether it was giving orders at the door or organizing everyone to line up to enter the canteen, Wen Jianyan was preparing for this conversation from the beginning.

"In which direction?" he asked.

The old woman raised a bark-like finger and pointed to the back of the canteen.

Wen Jianyan slowed down and walked in that direction side by side with the other party.

The old woman raised her turbid eyes, turned her head to look at the young man beside her, and asked in an old voice:

"Young man, what's your name?"

Wen Jianyan shyly pursed his lips: "I also just came here today. Just call me Xiao Zhao. I am Dean Shen's distant nephew. I just graduated some time ago, so I want to ask my uncle to help me find a job."

"Oh…"

"My uncle asked me to come to Teacher Yang and ask her to show me around the school, but…"

"But?"

Wen Jianyan shook his head and quickly raised a slight smile: "No, it's nothing. Teacher Yang seems to be busy, so… she left me here to help maintain the discipline, and then left in a hurry."

He hesitated, pursed his lips, and asked uneasily:

"I… did I do something wrong?"

In the 789326qwk live broadcast room:

[…..]

[…The smell of tea is strong.]

[…Tea is overflowing.]

[He was a trainee teacher just now, but now he is Dean Shen's nephew. I want to see if he can make up a few more identities.]

[…Simple, the way to be human is simpler.]

This covert way of answering obviously made the other party immediately understand something.

The old woman sighed, and a trace of haze flashed across her face. She stretched out her hand and patted Wen Jianyan's shoulder, and said kindly, "Don't take it too seriously. Teacher Yang, she… ah, she's always been like this, not deliberately targeting you."

"It doesn't matter, if you have any questions in the future, you can ask me."

"Eh, really? Thank you."

Wen Jianyan showed a flattering smile, reaching to the bottom of his eyes.

Sure enough, when dealing with such elders, a favorable background combined with an appropriate display of weakness was the fastest way to obtain information.

The two chatted as they walked.

Wen Jianyan spoke calmly, keeping all the information that was spat out from the other party's mouth firmly in his mind.

Unconsciously, Wen Jianyan reached the back kitchen.

Compared with the canteen in front, the back kitchen was more narrow and dirty. The air was mixed with a foul smell of sour rot. The blue swill bucket placed on the side was half full, the inner edge of the outer wall was covered with thick residue dirt, and there was garbage all over the place.

Under the command of the old woman, Wen Jianyan poured the remaining soup from the food bowl into the swill bucket, and then placed the empty container next to the chopping board.

Just as he was about to turn around to say goodbye, his eyes suddenly flickered.

Not far from the chopping board was a sink. The shallow layer of grey-yellow water couldn't flow down and accumulated in the sink. In the turbid water, there were several strands of long and black oily hair slowly floating, entangling in the drain like a living creature.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously cast a glance at the top of the old woman's head.

Short, grey, and dry hairs.

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the direction of the canteen, cutting through the night like a sharp blade, making people frightened.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

In the next second, he reacted immediately, said goodbye to the other party in a hurry, and then turned around to walk in the direction of the sound.

However, before he could take a few steps out, the trembling old voice sounded from behind:

"That's right… young man."

Wen Jianyan paused and turned to look.

The old woman opened her turbid eyes. Her wrinkled face like tree bark trembled slightly, and she said in a very low voice:

"Stay away from the fourth floor of the dormitory."

Wen Jianyan's pupil shrank.

Before he could ask anything, the old woman turned around, took a few steps, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the canteen.

***

In the canteen, tables and chairs fell haphazardly to the ground. Hurried footsteps and panicked screams were mixed into the noisy sound, and there was chaos everywhere.

One of the anchors fell down beside the sink with the overturned food bowl beside his feet, and the yellow-white soup was spilled all over the ground. The long, dark hair mixed with saliva was coming out of his mouth and the large slimy lump lay on the ground.

However, he was still vomiting frantically, scratching his throat with trembling fingers, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Gret—" The anchor arched his back convulsively, making a terrible retching sound.

"What happened?"

"This… what's going on?"

Several anchors gathered together and asked in confusion.

"He violated the rules."

A cool voice came from not far away.

The novice anchors were startled and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

They remembered that the man who spoke up was a senior anchor named Kong Shixing.

There were two other senior anchors. They seemed to be on the same team because the three stayed together all the time.

Kong Shixing was standing by the side with his arms crossed, his expression was indifferent: "This kind of D-level instance is generally not too difficult, the point is just to be obedient. As long as you act under the premise of abiding by the rules, start live broadcasts, and do the main and side tasks issued by the system, you can make up the necessary survival time—of course, provided that you do not violate the rules."

A novice anchor felt a chill behind his back: "Viola…violation?"

"Instead of thinking about it here, you might as well go and ask around to see how this unlucky bastard violated the rules, so as to avoid risks."

Su Cheng, who was standing on the sidelines, heard all their conversations.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembled slightly, and said, "I, I seem to know."

Hearing this, the eyes of several others turned to him.

"He was just saying, who knows if there is any problem with the food here and whether it will cause an accident if you eat it. So he wants to take advantage of the absence of the NPCs to secretly dump the contents of the bowl into the sink…"

This statement does sound a bit reasonable.

In addition, the soup and rice here look so bad, almost like swill water. Even if they were poured out, it was not a pity. So he also got the approval of several anchors and came to the sink with his food bowl.

However, the moment the leading man poured out the soup, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face.

The rice bowl fell to the ground with a clang, and a mouthful of untouched soup and rice spilled on the ground.

The other anchors were frightened and could not help but back away, not daring to approach the sink anymore.

Then, the long pitch-black hair began to pour out of the anchor's mouth.

As Su Cheng described, he squeezed the rice bowl in his hands with sweaty hands, and his voice became a little unstable.

Several people who listened carefully were stunned.

They suddenly realized something, and turned their heads abruptly to look sideways — they saw a few mottled and faded words written on one side of the wall in the canteen:

"Saving is glorious, wasting is shameful."

Kong Shixing narrowed his eyes and said: "So that's the case, this is one of the rules."

"….."

After his voice fell, several other anchors looked at the soup and rice in their own food bowl that was almost untouched, and their expressions could not help but change.

It seems… this meal, they must eat it. Not only do they have to eat, but also have to eat it clean with not a grain of rice left behind.

Outside the door, Wen Jianyan stood with his arms crossed, with a thoughtful look on his face.

—Rules.

That seems to be the keyword.

The overall game was not too different from his own guess, which made Wen Jianyan breathe a long sigh of relief.

After all, compared to ghosts who kill indiscriminately, rules were much easier to handle.

As long as there were rules, loopholes were bound to be found. As long as a loophole was found, the rules could be exploited in turn.

Moreover, perhaps due to the low level of the instance, the judgment of the rules here was obviously not strict. Otherwise, Wen Jianyan wouldn't have taken advantage of the loophole and successfully blended into the teacher team.

At this moment, the vomiting anchor bent down sharply, and finally let out heart-piercing, violent retching—

"Yuck—!"

"Click."

A crisp landing sound sounded.

Several white molars mixed with blood and saliva fell on the ground. The small, fingernail-sized teeth rolled on the ground, until one of them rolled in front of Wen Jianyan, and slowly stopped.

The pale and bloody teeth stayed on the edge of the line of sight, looking very strange.

Wen Jianyan stared at it and felt a chill rise on his back.

The little red cloth bag that had been forgotten in his pocket seemed to suddenly become heavy in his trouser pocket, sticking to his thigh, causing his skin to burn for no reason, almost unbearable.

…Molar?

Could this have something to do with the "hidden item" he found earlier?

At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear:

[Ding! The condition is detected to be met. The hidden task is being opened—]

Wait, what?

Wen Jianyan panicked.

Before he could react, he saw strands of jet-black hair spreading without warning, tightly wrapping around his wrists and ankles, cold and wet, twisting like a living creature.

[The opening of the hidden task is completed!]

The moment the words fell, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt darkness in front of his eyes.

It felt so familiar.

The moment he entered the instance was… the same.

Before Wen Jianyan lost consciousness, there was only one sentence left in his mind—garbage live broadcast room, fuck your uncle!