After this sleep ended, the corpse's hair grew longer and thicker than before, and the color of its skin changed to a certain extent.
The mutated pomegranate flowers were also indirectly improving the growth environment. They took root in the zombies' internal organs. The originally shriveled and lifeless hearts, with the intervention of external forces, restored some false heartbeats. The heated blood nourished the roots of the pomegranate flowers.
Despite this, many values in the zombie's blood did not reach the levels that a normal human should have, but the school doctor ignored all of that. One result caught her attention: pregnancy!
The visitor is a tutor at Mingzhu Conservatory of Music. Anyone who runs for the tutor position is second to none in terms of appearance and ability.
"Have you notified the school leaders?" he asked.
The school doctor's heart skipped a beat as he was stared at by those enticing eyes. He nodded and said, "The hospital has contacted the school directly."
"So it has been reported." There was a subtle fluctuation in the visitor's tone, but the school doctor who was obsessed with beauty did not notice it.
As he was speaking, his cell phone suddenly rang. When the caller looked up again, he said, "The opening ceremony is over. The principal announced that there will be a meeting soon. I've taken my things."
The school doctor waved his hand obsessively: "Okay."
While teachers at regular schools have endless reports and summaries to write, Pearl Academy requires them to do very little, but there are many meetings. Because instructors have such high status, they have to attend almost all meetings.
Twenty minutes after the opening ceremony, the conference room in the complex building was almost full.
There are a total of thirteen tutors in the college. This year, three of them are responsible for training new students, two men and one woman, all of whom are well-known in the industry.
At this moment, the three of them were sitting in a row. The female tutor had big, passionate red wavy hair and a lazy expression, but when she heard the principal mention the abnormal results of the freshmen's physical examination, she became energetic.
"Male, pregnant?"
She smiled mischievously, "As far as I know, among humanoid creatures, only mermaids can make a male pregnant."
Mermaids are not a taboo topic, but when they are mentioned, the air seems to be filled with a sense of tension.
"There have been cases of male pregnancy in the world," the principal said, appearing very tolerant. "Let's observe the situation for a while. Don't wrongly accuse our students."
He pulled out another report and said, "And this student, Aaron, his blood test is normal, but some students reported that he's very interested in mermaids and seems to be carrying some kind of mermaid amulet..."
After these words were spoken, everyone present had different expressions.
"The mermaid must die," said a mentor.
The principal changed the subject, still smiling kindly, "Don't be too extreme. Young people like to pursue new and exciting things. We can't conclude that he is involved with mermaids just because of this." After thinking for a moment, he made a decision: "We should find an opportunity to confirm the status of all the students whose medical reports have problems as soon as possible."
The bald, obese man sitting near the front on the right said, "I have no objection."
The dean also nodded without raising any objections.
The principal's eyes swept across the perfect faces one last time, and the tutors nodded one after another.
·
The notice of punishment on the dormitory blackboard was erased and replaced with a new message:
New students please go to the dormitory manager to get a campus card and a class schedule before the end of today.
The lights in the hall of the building are never turned on, day or night. The first floor is particularly gloomy and damp. Players always walk past with big strides, and it is easy to ignore the words on the blackboard if they are not careful.
There was a notice hanging on the blackboard in the morning. When Wen Shi came in and saw the words on it, he didn't pay much attention and walked forward as usual. After passing by quickly, he stepped back. The people around him also stopped.
Campus cards can only be collected in person, so the four of them squeezed into the dormitory management office.
"Get in line," the dormitory manager said unhappily, "There's only 50 yuan in your campus card. Remember to top it up when it's insufficient."
Wen Shi was the first in line. After receiving his schedule, he felt like he'd been transported back to the last century. Old-fashioned cell phones, no online course registration, and all notifications delivered via small blackboards and the radio... It didn't feel like he was in college; it felt like he'd been transported back to middle school and high school, where cell phones were banned.
The college seems to be very averse to students having external contact, and now that the school is closed for teaching, students cannot even leave the campus.
Summary: No one will know if you die.
After receiving the things, Wen Shi noticed Song Yan scratching his arm when he went upstairs, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"itch."
There was a window at the corner, and under the sunlight, Song Yan discovered that his arm was covered with dense red rashes. After the mirror was upgraded, his skin also became more transparent, making these small rashes look very serious at first glance.
Wen Shi was silent for two seconds: "Ultraviolet allergy."
Song Yan was stunned. The sun outside was not very strong today.
Wen Shi asked, "Have you not put down your sleeve since you drew blood this morning?"
Song Yan nodded.
Wen Shi seemed to be lost in thought, as if he understood the selection criteria for special admissions students.
"They're looking for mermaids," Ji Yuanzhi said. "Sensitive skin and foot pain when walking on land are both possible symptoms of mermaids."
Wen Shi nodded: "The players' situations may not all be the same, but they all have some overlap with mermaids."
According to his previous observations in the auditorium, several players were mixed-race, with blue eyes, but not pure blue, similar to the misty blue he had seen in the cafeteria last night. There were also a few players whose skin was even paler than Jian Qingrong's, and their facial features could be described as a gift from the Creator.
Song Yan's skin was terribly itchy. After returning to the dormitory, he ran a cold shower, which finally made him feel better. As he showered, he asked, "So why do our feet hurt?"
"Bone spurs, plantar fasciitis..." Wen Shi listed several possibilities before finally saying, "Or perhaps we are really mermaids."
Song Yan turned off the faucet and sighed, "This admissions office is too careless."
What can we say based on these characteristics?
Wen Shi smiled: "Maybe the screening criteria also include pure souls or something like that."
Song Yan's expression was a little strange. It seemed that they had nothing to do with the adjective "pure".
Wen Shi: "For example, if you pick up a random sensor stone and it reacts... Of course, this is just my guess, but we are definitely different from the indigenous people."
Especially the souls. There are not many pure human souls in the dungeon, and they can be said to have the aura of players.
Not long after, the dormitory door was pushed open again. Xiao Li was holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He thought rationally that it was impossible to be poisoned, but he was still cautious.
"Is your throat better?" Wen Shi asked.
"good."
Xiao Li's brows were so tight that they could pinch an ant to death. He had just received his class schedule, and tomorrow morning's classes were all about music.
In order to protect their voices, he and A Zhuang went to bed early after taking the medicine.
Until the lights went out, there was no second mission. The advantage of having more people in the dungeon was reflected. Compared with ordinary multiplayer dungeons, it has a buffer period. With the same difficulty level, the survival rate of medium and large dungeons is higher.
In the silent night, not a sound could be heard. Wen Shi lay on the bed, thinking about when to summon his parallel world self.
"Let's wait one more day." Let's go and see tomorrow if the teacher will call the roll to check the number of students in class.
Besides, Jian Qingrong is right.
The dormitory doesn't need so many people. Since it's relatively safe at night, those two problems should be solved to make room for the new family members.
After making the plans on the schedule, Wen Shi closed his eyes completely, took out the teddy bear and fell asleep.
The weather was good the next day. Learning from the previous day's lesson, everyone applied sunscreen before going out.
With the campus card, Wen Shi and his friends can finally go to the cafeteria for breakfast.
There were also players sitting at the table next to them, looking at the class schedule.
The information on the form was very detailed, including the class location and teacher. The first class for freshmen was in Classroom 102 in Quhe Building. The class lasted two hours, with a fifteen-minute break every hour.
An old student passing by stopped and sneered when he saw the teacher: "Teacher Ruan hates people without real skills the most. You special recruits, just wait for your punishment."
After saying that, he sat down at the table in front.
There were already two students sitting at that table. One of them said with a grin, "Teacher Ruan is actually teaching the new students this year. I wonder if this is good luck or bad luck for them."
"Of course it's a good thing for talented people, but for those who are specially recruited, haha."
Every year, Mingzhu Conservatory of Music sends an off-campus admissions team to various places to conduct inspections and recruit students. The reason is to absorb more musical characteristics of other places through students from other places and achieve the goal of being open to all.
The old students spoke in loud voices, as if they wanted others to hear them on purpose in order to create psychological pressure.
This trick is quite effective. Not every player is proficient in music, and most of them are tone-deaf. Their faces turned ugly when they heard this.
Wen Shi calmly observed the actions of the seniors and found that there was no mixed seating of men and women. Everyone seemed to be afraid of violating the rules that prohibited dating.
He shrugged, "They don't allow dating, but they make all freshmen, regardless of gender, live in the same building."
Ji Yuanzhi, who had just returned from lunch, put down his plate and said, "When I was in college, there was a female dormitory building. Every year, there were students committing suicide. But the building couldn't be demolished, so it was later replaced with a male dormitory."
Wen Shi: "Is it useful?"
Ji Yuanzhi shook his head to indicate he didn't know: "I just graduated the first year after the change."
But at least one thing is clear.
The academy, which strictly prohibits romance, probably does this because haunting incidents occur frequently and they want to suppress them with the so-called yang energy.
Breakfast took some time, and after the meal everyone hurried towards Quhe Building.
Room 102 is a lecture hall that can accommodate two classes of students.
The seats in the back two rows were all taken, and there was only one student sitting in the first row closest to the podium: Youshi.
Wen Shi: "…"
I'm not surprised at all.
"Go to the second row." Before the zombie was killed because of his bad singing, he could only create a supernatural incident to summon the other party back in time.
Wen Shi sat down and kept rubbing his temples, feeling that his already limited loyalty was in jeopardy.
The wandering corpse sensed the breath of its master, turned its head, patted its heartless chest, and its gray eyes regained their luster: "I am making my debut."
Wen Shi tried to force an encouraging smile and gave a thumbs up: "You, debut."
Then loyalty spiked by 0.5.
At 9:50, all the surviving players arrived.
The number of cakes is limited, and Wen Shi doesn't think that everyone has completed the task last night. The physical examination results must have come out in the past day. No one has been eliminated yet, which means that failing the blood test will not directly lead to death.
One student was expelled directly because of a tattoo, but those who failed the physical examination were retained.
Wen Shi's eyes darkened.
He thought of a sentence in the background of the story: for food, for medicine, for playthings.
The academy's painstaking search for the mermaids is not simply a matter of hunting them.
A melodious piano music came.
As the bell rang, a man with excellent looks and temperament entered the classroom. His facial features were very gentle, and when he stood on the podium, people felt a breeze on their faces.
The man was accompanied by the principal and two tutors.
The principal has a calm and kind temperament. The male tutor beside him is as cold as an iceberg, with narrow and intimidating eyes. The other female tutor has very white skin, which glows faintly like pearls.
They randomly found three empty seats. Teacher Ruan explained from the podium, "This is an open class."
From top to bottom in Mingzhu College, everyone has a very attractive voice, and everyone seems to be singing when they speak.
"I believe everyone can do the simple music notation recognition." Teacher Ruan seems gentle, but is actually very tough. With just a few words, he implies that students must know how to do it.
There is a very retro phonograph in the classroom. When the record turns, the music score is also played on the projector.
The song is called "A Warm Sunny Day".
The song's title was quite ordinary, but the style was full of ups and downs. The first thirty seconds were high-tempo, and one could feel the brightness of the blazing sun. But after that, the singer's voice became indistinguishable, and both the lyrics and the melody took a sharp turn for the worse. The increasingly eerie melody was punctuated by sobs and screams.
If Wen Shi were to describe it, the song could be expanded to "The Person Burned to Death by the Sun."
He straightened his sitting posture, ignored the weird and scary music, and tried to listen to the song with appreciation.
Amidst the blood-curdling song, the system's prompt sounded like a breath of fresh air:
[Main Mission: Attend the Concert
Mission content: Pearl Conservatory of Music will hold a concert soon. As a member of the academy, how can you miss this grand ceremony?
Please note that only students who rank in the top 50 in their overall scores can attend the concert, and the points reward will be calculated normally after the dungeon ends.
Note that if you can find a way to secure a performance opportunity at a concert, the settlement reward will be doubled;
Please note that if you survive until the end of the concert but do not have the opportunity to participate or perform, the reward for that performance will not be calculated.
In the lecture hall, the players all sat up straight at the same time, obviously having received the assigned tasks.
After entering the S-level dungeon, the elite players are not too panicked. One of the main reasons is that there are so many of them that there will inevitably be players with average abilities who are pulled in to serve as cannon fodder.
Now the main quest reappears quickly and everything seems to be going well.
As the song on the record came to an end, Teacher Ruan walked down from the podium and stood beside the phonograph, one hand resting on the black box below. "To test everyone's musical ability, I will randomly select a student to sing it again."
The classroom was completely silent, and everyone prayed not to be picked.
Teacher Ruan held the roster in his right hand, his eyes fixed on a name: "Yulia."
The players who were not targeted breathed a sigh of relief.
No one in the room stood up.
Teacher Ruan repeated it with a hint of coldness in his gentle voice.
Ji Yuanzhi kicked the seat in front of him and whispered, "Yulia, I'm calling you."
You Shi and Wen Shi were surprised at the same time: I am Yulia?
Ji Yuanzhi: "…"
Didn't you even look at whose admission notice you were grabbing?
Before Teacher Ruan's eyes darkened and he called the name for the third time, You Shi stood up.
He didn't know how to sing, but he wasn't stage-frightened. He tried to imitate the melody he had just heard and was ready to sing without waiting for the teacher to urge him.
Wen Shi's heartbeat was so rapid that he couldn't even speak clearly, let alone sing. The only thing he could be thankful for was that he didn't have an instrument lesson today. If he just sang, the worst he could do was be off-tune.
The principal barely blinked after entering the room, and looked at the wandering corpse with his dark eyes.
The instructor also straightened his posture slightly.
For experts who are well versed in music theory, whether it is real singing or lip-syncing, where the mistakes are and whether the singing is intentional to be unpleasant can be distinguished by just a pair of ears.
The zombie seemed to be still trying to find the tune, squeezing out a rustling sound from his throat. When he felt it was almost ready, he opened his mouth and began to sing.
"It was a sunny day on the coast..."
This is not a song, it is a vicious curse.
Wen Shi and the other three were the closest to the scene. They only felt a bulldozer passing by in front of them, and then a motorcycle accelerated towards them, with the jet-like noise surrounding their ears in three dimensions.
Vomiting, dizziness, nausea...in the end they seemed to be traumatized to death.
Wen Shi was considering whether to exchange for an earplug when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Jian Qingrong's left eye socket, which was wrapped in gauze, was beginning to bleed, Song Yan's nose was bleeding, and Ji Yuanzhi had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. It was because he accidentally bit his tongue when he heard the singing of the wandering corpse.
"!"Is everyone bleeding from all seven orifices?
Compared to the skill of Heavenly Voice, the nausea caused by the zombie song is the same, but it does not have the buff that slows down other creatures.
Wen Shi looked at Teacher Ruan, whom the old student said valued strength very much. The veins on the other party's hand that was placed on the edge of the black box were bulging, and a corner of the sturdy box was about to be broken off.
The tutor and the principal, who had only been exposed to classical music, had never suffered such a hardship.
"how so?"
Wen Shi frowned. There was something distinctly wrong with the zombie's singing. Could it be the harp? The harp had been stained with the craftsman's blood, and held a deep grudge. The zombies inherited that grudge when they sang.
Because of his identity as the master of the layer, Wen Shi was immune to most of the damage brought by the wandering zombies. While he was still thinking, he heard a dry heave.
The principal couldn't bear it anymore.
Wen Shi quickly raised his hand, stood up, and went to get the trash can in front of the classroom. He respectfully handed it to the principal: "You can spit here."
In order to claim his reward, he had to work hard to get a chance to perform at the concert. It was very important to gain the appreciation of his leaders.
The principal was devastated by the zombies' singing and looked at Wen Shi: "You..."
"Hello, Principal. My name is Aaron," Wen Shi introduced himself proactively. "I'm good at dancing."
The kind of sword dance that moves all directions with one sword dance.
The wandering corpse who was singing looked over. He had seen Wen Shi's sword dance during the ghost marriage and could appreciate the charm contained in it.
When the game announced the main quest announcement, Youshi, as the bound warrior, overheard it intermittently. Like Wen Shi, he coveted the opportunity to perform at the concert.
They must debut as a group, and the name of the team has been thought of: Singing and Dancing Group.