Escape is shameful but useful.
Wen Shi had just finished his shower when he saw the information on the attribute panel. He thought about it and decided to go to the school clinic first and visit the zombie as a good friend. This would make it easier for him to talk nonsense in the name of the zombie when others asked about it.
The school clinic didn't smell like the disinfectant of a typical hospital. It was spacious, about the size of a student dormitory. It was fully equipped, and students with serious illnesses could stay there to recuperate. The school doctor could even perform minor surgeries.
The zombie had been staying there since being pulled in, following Wen Shi's instructions. When awake, he was either in a daze or mumbling about King Asa, temporarily dismissing the principal and the others with his actions.
When Wen Shi arrived, the first thing that caught his eye was a bunch of white calla lilies. Lily was standing by the window arranging the bouquet and talking to the zombies patiently.
"Your sudden singing voice might be a result of a sudden enlightenment or a genetic mutation," Lily said with a smile. "Children, don't always believe in feudal superstitions."
As she finished speaking, she seemed to notice someone outside and turned sideways.
Wen Shi changed his posture from eavesdropping against the wall to standing at the door and greeted openly: "Hello, teacher."
Lily nodded, watching the figure outside the door.
She had just taken a shower and didn't do her hair much, but her skin looked whiter. From her neck to her collarbone, every connection point was as perfect as a work of art.
Such a beautiful and fragile vase, no wonder Teacher Ruan chose to dive.
She would later be directing a play for her students, so she casually offered a word of advice as a teacher: "It's good to visit your classmates, but you also have to pay more attention to rehearsals. Everyone is racing against time right now."
Wen Shi: "I will try my best."
I thought to myself that a piece of stone doesn't need any acting skills.
Lily left shortly after she finished speaking.
Wen Shi walked to the calla lily, lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose to the petals, and smelled a faint scent of the sea tide.
He pulled out the flower and smelled the water in the bottle; it all had the same smell.
"Did Teacher Lily ask you about King Asa?"
The zombie shook his head.
Wen Shi lowered his eyes and thought: "It seems that she doesn't care about King Asa, she only cares about the mermaid."
Fertility and a good voice were standard traits for mermaids, but Lily seemed more inclined to believe that the zombie's voice was changing in a way that led to its transformation into a high-quality mermaid. The flowers she had sent were likely a supplementary gift, hoping to see if they could make the zombie reveal more mermaid traits.
The zombie's body would not be disturbed by such things, so Wen Shiyuan put the flower back.
"I, debuted." Youshi kept repeating this sentence as an idiom.
Wen Shi reassured him: "There is a place for you on the concert stage."
The first list of names is out, and it includes wandering corpses.
Anyone who excels in the assessment will have the opportunity to participate. This is one of the rules imposed on Mingzhu Academy by the game, and the principal cannot violate it.
Wen Shi checked the list this morning. The players showed their talents, and finally seventeen freshmen were selected. You Shi stood out among them. He was the only one who performed solo, while the others found ways to blend into the group program of the old students.
"One more day of rest and you'll be 'better'."
When more people believe in Asa, the principal will have no time to care about the wandering corpses.
After giving a few instructions, Wen Shi saw through the window that the school doctor was walking back, so he left the school clinic early.
About halfway through the concert, the copy reached a turning point and classes were removed from the daily routines of some students.
Those who are selected to perform can skip classes and rehearse the program.
The teacher basically doesn't call the roll in class, but starting today, some classroom interactions have been added to add points. Players who want to earn daily points and compete for audience seats must all arrive on time.
Of course, there are also some individuals who do not take elective courses or participate in them, and have the same idea as Ji Yuanzhi, wanting to transplant flowers and trees.
After leaving the school infirmary, Wen Shi kept wandering around the dormitory door, praying that Ji Yuanzhi had gone out to look for prey and was not in the dormitory now.
It was Yarlin who opened the door for him again without his consent. He asked in confusion, "Little brother, why don't you come in?"
Wen Shi's smile was forced.
Guess why I didn't come in?
"My king is back." At this moment, a light voice came from inside.
The prayer failed and Ji Yuanzhi did not go out.
"…" The classic scene reappeared, and Wen Shi felt for a moment that he had returned to the time when he woke up from hypnosis.
Wen Shixu walked in with a smile. He tried to salvage the situation: "The information on the panel is [High Priest Candidate]. I believe the code name will soon change from [Apostle] to [High Priest. Now it's just a transitional period."
"The High Priest is the King's First Prophet," Ji Yuanzhi read out the information on his dashboard. "I have a complete promotion channel here, which shows that after becoming a priest, the code name will indeed change."签名书籍
Wen Shi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Become [Under One Person]."
Wen Shi: "…"
If the priest also has loyalty, I believe Ji Yuanzhi can be comparable to the wandering corpse.
"There must be some benefits, right?" he asked tentatively.签名书籍
"I hold great power and position in the kingdom," Ji Yuanzhi calmly replied, "but what does the kingdom have now?"
After hearing this, Wen Shi almost buried his head under the table and said, "Dad, I am guilty."
When the atmosphere was about to become suffocating, Jian Qingrong grasped the key point: "What priest?"签名书籍
Wen Shi explained in a low voice, roughly speaking, he had registered a kingdom, had it officially certified, and now Ji Yuanzhi was forcibly appointed as an apostle.
Jian Qingrong resented Ji Yuanzhi's good fortune without any distinction: "Is there such a good thing?"
"…"Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Ji Yuanzhi was a little scary when he didn't speak. Wen Shi took a sneak peek and found that he was browsing the forum with a stolen smartphone.
Just as he was about to say something, Ji Yuanzhi's eyes focused on the screen: "The school has issued serious warnings to five students who attended Baiasa and established a reporting system."
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly turned cold: "There is no substantial evidence in the report."
Ji Yuanzhi placed his phone on the table. "Four of them were filmed offering sacrifices to King Asa's tablet. As for the remaining one, there's no evidence, but he's been frequently praised by the teacher recently. After being reported, everyone believes he was privately offering sacrifices that he shouldn't have."
After these thundering measures, it is no longer a question of whether to believe it or not, but whether you dare to believe it.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment and then checked the panel, and found that the number of believers had decreased.
If he continues like this, he will probably soon fall back into the false King Arthur.
"There's one more thing," Ji Yuanzhi mentioned the missing class representative. "I've consulted with his roommate, and they say there's crucial information hidden in the principal's dormitory."
"The principal somehow dug out the Mermaid King's heart." Wen Shi supplemented the information, "Maybe we can find clues related to the heart in the dormitory."
The place where the principal lives is definitely one of the most dangerous places in Mingzhu Academy. If you want to follow this line, you must be prepared to face the storm.
Yaerlin touched his chin: "Although the principal is old..."
Wen Shi was horrified: "Brother, you..."
When he heard the unkind laughter, he realized that the other party had done it on purpose.
Yarlin was indeed teasing him. Sometimes he looked at Wen like a frizzled kitten, which was quite amusing. After laughing, he got back to the point: "What are you looking for? I can help you."
Wen Shi thought carefully for a few seconds and shook his head: "I will go to this place myself."
Key items can only be identified by the system through touch. The game's metaphysical nature must also be factored in. Areas containing high amounts of information might not be easily accessible through the hands of others.
"But I want you to help me with something else," Wen Shi added, looking at Jian Qingrong, "I might need your help."
Jian Qingrong: "Become an apostle?"
Help the Kingdom.
Wen Shi almost bit his tongue. Don't mention these two words again. Didn't you see that Ji Yuanzhi's face turned dark again?
He silently adjusted his sitting position, avoiding Ji Yuanzhi's gaze, and slowly spoke about what he was going to do later.
…
At four o'clock in the afternoon, a large-scale musical was rehearsing in the auditorium.
The auditorium has the most formal stage, and the old students fought hard for it. Finally, under the auspices of the Student Union, they reluctantly set a schedule for the use of the auditorium.
Wen Shi, who got the spot through the back door, naturally did not dare to delay. At half past one, he, the stone, set off early.
After ten minutes of walking to the auditorium, the performers saw Jian Qingrong following behind and said in a bad tone, "Who told you to bring people here?"
Wen Shi whispered, "I didn't bring him here. His family sponsored a building for the college. He said he wanted to come and see the performance, and the teacher agreed."
People who spend money are more likely to be respected wherever they go. After listening to Wen Shi's words, Jian Qingrong was not kicked out.
The play that Wen Shi participated in was choreographed by the group of students who worshipped the fox fairy that day.
It's not even four o'clock yet, and the previous group of rehearsals have not left yet. They are standing around the stage waiting.
The old students who were waiting gathered together and discussed King Asa in a low voice. Wen Shi heard someone say, "Don't mention this matter anymore."
Their health had recovered, and the program was almost arranged. Under the high pressure of the school, they were ready to keep what happened that night to themselves.
"That's right, it's better to keep your feet on the ground."
The number of believers on the attribute panel has been reduced by five.
The system prompted: "Please expand your followers as soon as possible, otherwise you will face the risk of national destruction."
Wen Shi's smile did not reach his eyes. The moment the wish was fulfilled, the god lost the value of his existence. No wonder the mermaids would use mental pollution to completely turn their believers into puppets.
He is not that extreme, but in order not to become the last king, it is time to save the king's dignity.
The senior student wearing the fox fairy jade pendant was in charge of the overall situation. She kept her eyes fixed on her watch. As soon as the second hand passed the last mark, she began to urge: "It's time."
The leader of the chorus on the stage glared at her and was about to say something, but suddenly swallowed his words back.
Teacher Qi was walking in from the back door.
Wen Shi knew who was coming without turning around. When he received the rehearsal notice, the message specifically stated at the end that Teacher Qi would come to give guidance, and anyone who was late would bear the consequences themselves.
"Hello, teacher." The students greeted in unison.
Teacher Qi responded curtly. He was usually serious with no one, including his students.
"What stage has the choreography reached?" Teacher Qi asked the senior student wearing a jade pendant.
"We're planning to use the form of a light opera. The music and dialogue are already written. The only thing left is the dance scene at the end."
Teacher Qi nodded slightly: "Perform it for me."
Everyone didn't dare to delay. Before going on stage, the senior student pointed out a spot for Wen Shi: "You squat there. Your role is a servant turned into stone by magic. When the tenor appears for the first time, you will perform a scene where you split open on the spot."
The theme of their performance was "Theater Psycho", which contained many horror and dark elements.
For these performers who were forced in, the old students would definitely not assign them any lyrics, they only needed to do some body movements.
Wen Shi opened his mouth: "How do you act out the split?"
"Just make an expression," the senior said impatiently, "then there will be special lighting effects that will immerse half of your body in darkness."
"...oh."
The student in charge of sound made a gesture and everyone immediately got into the mood.
The music at the beginning was very high-pitched and passionate. The male and female protagonists appeared one after another. The girl stood in the front and began to sing and dance in unison with the other dancers.
Wen Shi's position is close to the backstage and cannot be seen unless you look carefully, but when the tenor voice starts, he will be given a separate lighting shot for about a second.
Jian Qingrong was sitting in the audience, staring intently at the stone in the corner that no one cared about.
A fat man with a smile on his face approached him. He was the bank clerk who had done business with Wen Shi not long ago. He seemed very interested in Jian Qingrong's identity and immediately asked, "Brother, which guild are you from?"
The fat man joined a choir of old students through personal means. This group had to wait until they finished their performance before they could use the stage.
Jian Qingrong didn't even spare him a glance, still looking at the stage.
Wangcai Bank regularly compiles data on veteran virtual world players and generates a database. Those who are able to enter S-rank dungeons are mostly players with high rankings. But in Fatty's mind, there was no such person as Jian Qingrong.
He specifically inquired about the other party and came up with another guess: Could it be an NPC?
Fatty calmly used his second skill, [Charm]. There were many players in this group who possessed the same skill. Louis was the most powerful, but Fatty could barely rank ahead of him.
At the same time, he was blessed with advanced charm props. His focus was certainly not on seduction, but on strongly increasing the friendliness of NPCs.
"you..."
Under the dual buff of skills and props, he finally got a single word from Jian Qingrong: "Get lost."
"…"
The fat man was best at handling interpersonal relationships, but before he could try to smooth things over, a shrill scream came from the side, along with a strange creaking sound, as if something was breaking and falling off.
The fat man looked up at the stage, his expression changing drastically. He saw the light stand in the center of the stage, where the main actors were standing, suddenly collapse. The students below were horrified, their pupils trembling, and they had lost their ability to react.
"ah--"
Amidst the screams, the one who reacted the fastest was Teacher Qi. He rushed to the stage at a speed beyond human limits, protected the two students, and pulled them back hard to get them out of the range of the falling light stand.
In the next ten seconds, the speakers, decorative flowers and wooden springboards also shattered.
After the shock, the fat man's first reaction was to look towards the corner where Wen Shi was. He found him standing there with an indifferent expression, not even trying to avoid him, as if he knew what was going to happen. Feeling that he was being watched, Wen Shi raised his eyes and looked at him with a faint gaze.
The cold look made the fat man frown. When he reacted, he found that he had actually taken a small step back, which meant that he subconsciously felt a sense of fear.
Teacher Qi walked to the lamp stand and saw no signs of human cutting on the wire rope, as if it was just a simple accident.
The fat man in the audience was certain that the stage accident was planned by Wen Shi.
This is indeed the case.
Wen Shi had confirmed with Yaerlin beforehand that the other party could use his mental power to collapse the lamp stand, and at the same time, use it as a barrier to protect the students below. Regardless of whether Teacher Qi intervened in time, there would be no bloodshed.
The shattering of the other speakers was caused by Jian Qingrong secretly leaving the pollution sources on them while waiting, and then remotely controlling the shattering of the items.
When Teacher Qi was further checking the lighting stand, Wen Shi walked up to the frightened senior sister, who was surrounded by a group of people, ready to help her off the stage.
"...Have you seen the fox?"
The extremely faint sound made everyone around tremble slightly. They remembered the incident in the library that night, and the fox fairy had warned them to believe in Asa.
Could this strange accident today be a punishment for their abandonment of faith?
Some people wanted to yell at Wen Shi to shut up, but he looked paler than anyone else and kept muttering "bleeding fox".
The senior student said absentmindedly, "It must be the Fox Fairy... King Asa wants to punish me. This was the last time the Fox Fairy protected me."
The students in the audience looked at each other with flickering eyes, not knowing what they were thinking.
Wen Shi watched this scene and knew that the news about the consequences of betraying Asa would soon spread through the mouths of students. He had already seen someone on the forum.
Previously, Wen Shi made these NPCs believe in a non-existent God by taking advantage of their inner wishes. Now he wants to use fear to recall this faith that is about to be lost.
After a while, Wen Shi turned slightly and looked at Teacher Qi who was still squatting there and carefully inspecting the lamp stand.
Because of the fake panic expression he had put on earlier, Wen Shi's facial lines had been tense. When he forced the corners of his mouth up, his bright red lips looked very sick.
"…I've found them all."
Lily is obsessed with high-quality mermaids, Teacher Ruan wants to revive the mermaid king, and Teacher Qi is surprisingly attentive to the regular students. Beyond saving lives, we can also glimpse some of this from Teacher Qi's daily lesson preparation and his presence today specifically to guide students.
Wen Shi now has all the characteristics of the famous tutor in charge of guiding the new students. The next step is to see how to use them.
The fat man who had been observing Wen Shi from the audience was also very calculating. He noticed that Wen Shi's gaze was lingering on Teacher Qi, which meant that the other party was monitoring and collecting data on NPCs, just like what [Wangcai Bank] did to all its customers.
The fat man slid his Adam's apple hard. This piece of data was very useful. There was actually a teacher in the college who really cared about the students. If used well, it would definitely play an unexpected role.
But this method of collecting data is something only a madman would do.
The stage was now illuminated only by a row of small bulbs on the outermost edge. Wen Shi stood with his back straight in the light, while Teacher Qi was just the opposite, with half of his body shrouded in the shadow of the curtain.
One is bright and the other is dark, but it is hard to tell which one is brighter.
After rechecking the attribute panel, Wen Shi was satisfied with the return of the number of believers, and there was a hint of sincerity in his slightly sick smile.
"The more the better." His kingdom must be firmly rooted in this land like the roots of an ancient tree that extend for thousands of meters.
'Killing the chicken to scare the monkey' regained faith, replenished the amount of information, and incidentally shocked the people of [Wangcai Bank]. For Wen Shi, it was another perfect day.
The stage was very high, so if Jian Qingrong wanted to keep looking at Wen Shi, he could only look up.
Monsters all have the gene of admiring the strong in their bloodline. Not long after Jian Qingrong first met Wen, he clearly knew how many calculations were hidden under this friendly appearance.
A soul that is opportunistic, extremely cunning, but always knows how to make concessions is too easy to be fascinated by.
"He's the perfect one."
The fat man was still feeling a little intimidated by Wen Shi's ruthlessness when these words suddenly reached his ears. He glanced sideways and saw Jian Qingrong worshipping the people on the stage with a fanatical gaze.
——Toxic fan.
For a moment, the only two words in the fat man's mind were left.