Welcome to Survival Game Simulator

After lunch is the lunch break. The students are taking a lunch break in the classroom. When the player returns to the classroom, no one is sleeping, and they are all reading and doing problems.

He Langlang felt a headache for a while, and the atmosphere was a little too depressing.

Song Qi returned to his seat and sat down, flipping through the books like them. It is good to memorize a little now, and he will not be so fussy when the time comes for the exam.

The other four players turned the pages of the book with disgusted faces, and came back to suffer after graduation for so long.

Alas, he wiped his face. He looks like he is in his 40s, he is not a high school student by any means, and he is too good at playing games.

After a while of cramming, the players ushered in the three quizzes in the afternoon.

Chinese is still relatively good, and reading comprehension can get points for making up a pass.

When it came to mathematics, except for the NPC in the class who was writing hard, the five players all showed painful expressions.

He Langlang scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, scruples about the rules, and didn't dare to cast his eyes randomly, so he could only fill in some randomly.

As soon as the math test was over, some people got together to check the answers, and the players lay down on the table with sad faces.

Whether you take the test or not, it feels like a dead end.

When it comes to the English quiz, it's like reading a bible. The multiple choice questions are all based on ignorance, and life and death are left to God.

An afternoon passed like this, the teachers corrected very quickly, almost in the evening self-study, everyone's papers were graded.

The head teacher walked up to the podium with a sullen face, and the students below all lowered their heads in fear.

"In this quiz, several students' grades dropped sharply and their performance was very poor. I said on the first day you came to this class that your grades can determine everything about you!"

The homeroom teacher was obviously in a hurry, "I'm going to talk to those students one by one, and the others will continue their self-study."

The head teacher began to read the student number, and the first one to read was 17, which was Song Qi.

Song Qi went out, and the head teacher stood outside the corridor and looked at her with terrifying eyes.

"Teacher." Song Qi called her.

The homeroom teacher snorted and said, "Your grades have dropped so much. Look at you now, do you still deserve to be in Class [-]? With your current grades, you won't be able to get into any university. Just die as soon as possible!"

Song Qi frowned and listened, the teachers in this school were indeed a little too much.

"With such a low score in the main subject test, if I were you, I'd just jump off the stairs, I'd be ashamed to live!"

The homeroom teacher continued to babble, but Song Qi remained silent and waited quietly for her to finish cursing.

After scolding, the head teacher said: "Go back! Next time, you can go directly to the normal class and die!"

Song Qi turned around and went back to the class. She guessed that the math teacher He Langlang met in the morning had similar speech skills. After knowing it in advance, it was okay, after all, they were not real students.

One by one was called out, all five players were trained, and there were several NPCs, including number 20.

When he came back on the 20th, Song Qi felt that this person was on the verge of collapse.

Now she couldn't help guessing whether breaking the cycle had something to do with No. 20.

With this kind of conjecture, after the evening self-study is over, the students have to go back to the dormitory to rest.

At this time the male and female players were separated.

Yinling followed Song Qi's footsteps, and they found their student number on the information sheet posted outside the dormitory.

Song Qi is at 103 and Yinling is at 104.

Upon entering the dormitory, there is also a dormitory rule posted on the door, which is similar to the rules in the real world, not as weird as the classroom bulletin board.