I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Through the slight confusion in the classroom, Xiao Lan pretended to be watching the bustle, but actually took the opportunity to observe the students present.

The principal, Mrs. Welder, said that Cliff College was established for special children, but most of the students in this classroom are normal except for a few who appear to have physical disabilities or intellectual disabilities.

Even from the current situation, they all have the liveliness and enthusiasm of young people, and get along with their classmates naturally, and Xiao Lan originally guessed that they might have psychological problems and they are not right.

I still don't see where these students are special.

The sound of the glass overturning one after another, the various messy conditions endlessly, Luo Mai opened his long legs and quickly moved between the students' seats, like a busy lifeguard.

There is still a smile on his face, and he quickly and gracefully dealt with the situation that the students have come up with, but he has a new understanding of the deceptive behavior of human beings in his heart-

Humans are really hard to understand creatures.

The enthusiasm for the students to get out of the situation increased, and later Mrs. Weld had to announce that too many mistakes in the class would be deducted points, only to prevent several students from trying to study the explosion in the beaker.

At the end of get out of class, Xiao Lan followed the students to tidy up the table and left.

And Luo went with the principal.

It seems that the two have no chance to act together for the time being, but it is also good to look for clues from two angles. After all, the identity of students has many obstacles on campus.

Back to the bedroom.

The dormitory rooms of the college are all single rooms. There is no problem of students interfering with each other at night. The dormitory room is very quiet and it seems that you can sleep well.

After washing, Xiao Lan lay in bed and suddenly felt that the room was a bit excessively quiet.

When he was in the game, he always acted with Luo, even when he was sleeping, most of them were together. In reality or in the player's residence, the two are just separated by a wall.

Complete separation like this seems like a rare experience.

Xiao Lan felt that she was not used to it.

Habit is really a terrible thing.

Lying on the bed, Xiao Lan took out the envelope from the storage space when he first met Luo. The envelope was still the same as it was at that time, with a European-style shape and little paper. It was still written in the familiar handwriting. "Luo".

It’s just that the item description has been from “This is Zhang Dong’s recognition of you since you first cleared the game, because you’re poorer than him, but this envelope looks like a super-market, stagnation, and sales.” "Goods" has become "your life will always be with me until the end of everything."

Xiao Lan's fingertips rubbed against the surface of the envelope, recalling that when the two had just met, he was just a brutal newcomer, and Luo was just a dark shadow.

It seems like it was a long time ago, but in fact it is only a few months.

Xiao Lan stared at the envelope in a daze, but the writing on the envelope suddenly changed:

[Anything, sir? 】

Xiao Lan was stunned. He didn't expect to face this problem suddenly. He still had a feeling of emptiness in his heart. It was like he was caught doing bad things, but he was not very clear about what he was doing.

Seeing Xiao Lan did not respond, the handwriting changed again:

[A part of my body is in the envelope, if you have anything, you can write on the envelope to communicate with me, I can feel it]

[However, the sound cannot be communicated]

There were some Luo bodies in the envelope. Luo had told him before that Xiao Lan didn't think about it.

Now that he was reminded, he responded. If the envelope is part of Luo's body, wasn't he just touching...

Not only that, Xiao Lan also wrote words on the envelope before, and when Luo's face and figure were brought in, the picture was too exciting.

Stop quickly...can't think about it...

Xiao Lan patted his face, letting himself stop thinking in a strange direction.

He quickly found a corner on the envelope and wrote:

[It’s okay, I accidentally took out the envelope]

【good night】

After writing, he regretted it a bit. Good night, fart, Luo didn't need to sleep. When there was any good night in his life, if good night happened, Luo would almost have an accident.

After a while, Luo's handwriting appeared without any problems, and he didn't care about the problem of good night:

[Good night, sir, I wish you a good dream]

"Huh..." Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

He retracted the envelope into the storage space, and lay down on the bed with his eyes closed. He closed his eyes: "Sleep honestly."

Xiao Lan's sleep quality has always been very good. Even if there was an episode before going to bed, he quickly fell asleep.

Xiao Lan rarely dreamed, but this time it was an exception.

In the darkness, his vision gradually became clear, and he looked at the familiar Gothic architecture corridor.

Why is this copy in the dream? Xiao Lan was puzzled.

Xiao Lan looked at himself and found that he was still wearing the school uniform of Coriff College. He could not see his face for the time being, but from his hand, it was still 15 years old.

The only difference is that at the moment, his wrist is covered with a piece of cloth. The bandaging method is very poor. The messy wrap is not breathable. It may cause wounds to ulcerate. At first glance, it is a work of non-professionals.

That is……

Xiao Lan recalled that when he was fifteen, his father disappeared, and his mother suddenly became ill, making his life a mess. He had to try cooking himself.

However, he may not be born with the talent to cook, and he hurt himself when he cooks for the first time. The burns on his wrists are particularly serious. After the injury, he has left a deep scar, and he still has it until now. in.

Why would he dream of being fifteen?

Is it day to day dream

Before he could think clearly, Xiao Lan in the dream had already moved around, and looking at the surrounding environment, he should have planned to pass in the direction of the bedroom.

However, on his way forward, several people who were also wearing school uniforms appeared not far away.

They looked at Xiao Lan's eyes with sarcasm and ridicule, and looked like a good show.

"Look, an unlucky newcomer."

"This kid hasn't grown up yet. He actually entered a game of this difficulty, haha."

"Sympathize with him? Should you tell him the rules?"

"I'm not, anyway, the newcomer will die sooner or later."

"Do you want to guess how he will die?"

"I guess he will die in any death trap."

"I think he will die in the hands of npc."

"Maybe they will die in the hands of those lunatics..."

"Huh, it's better to commit suicide in the hands of those lunatics."

These people did not lower their voices when discussing him, and their maliciousness and nonchalance were exposed unabashedly.

Xiao Lan can feel the doubts and panic in his dreams.

He didn't seem to understand why he appeared here and why he was arranged to enter this strange school. What did the people who had just spoken say?

What newcomers, what game field, what rules...

And what exactly do they mean by lunatics?

Xiao Lan in the dream walked towards the people who spoke, trying to get an answer from them. But he saw that the other party was all gone, and the speed of those few people was incredible. He couldn't even catch up with the runner-up in the ordinary sports games. He could only stand alone.

"How did they run so fast?" Xiao Lan in the dream questioned.

However, no one came out to explain his doubts. He could only go to the dormitory to rest as he said before.

At the moment, Xiao Lan's state is strange. He can use his own perspective to feel his inner activities, but he can't control his actions at all.

He seemed to be both an insider and an outsider, observing, thinking, but unable to participate.

The situation he encountered in his dream reminded him of what Cheng Wenyi had mentioned before, before coming to the world.

According to Cheng Wenyi, at that time, there was no hierarchical distinction between the player and the copy, there was no rookie field, and it was quite common for players to kill each other.

Very similar to the situation now.

In the dream, the young Xiao Lan continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a fast running sound came from behind him.

The teenager looked back subconsciously.

Suddenly felt his neck was cold and hard, rusty chains strangled. The force that strangled his neck was so great that he instantly felt the threat of death.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, anyway, I can't live anymore...newcomers...newcomers can't live..."

"Why don't I come to send you on the road!"

The man's harsh voice sounded behind Xiao Lan's head, and the madness and coldness in his tone made people feel cold on the back.

The chain on his neck became tighter and tighter, and the feeling of suffocation made Xiao Lan's face flushed, and his brain seemed to explode, every time the blood pulsed like a loud noise.

The teenager tried to struggle.

He is very good at sports, and he can be regarded as good at his peers. But how can an ordinary person who is a minor be an opponent of a player who has been strengthened by the game.

Even if he faced only a hopeless customs clearance, the poor worm that was driven crazy by the pressure of death was the same.

"Struggle! Come and continue, ha ha ha ha, I like to watch the struggle of you little bugs!"

Seemingly pleased by the teenager's struggle, the chain that strangled his neck actually relaxed a little, and he tightened again after he gasped slightly.

"Um--" the teenager groaned in pain, feeling that his neck was about to be strangled.

He understood that the lunatics mentioned earlier probably referred to the guy who now strangled his neck.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Faced with the pain of the teenager, the attacker became more and more happy.

It seemed that only the prey's dying struggle could make him feel strong and overcome his fear of death.

The youngsters of life and death also realized this.

In the pain of suffocation, he pretended he was going to die, trying to cheat for a moment of breathing.

Sure enough, seeing that his prey was dying, the man who hadn't had enough time relaxed the chain in his hand again.

Seizing this opportunity, the teenager slammed his head against his chin.

The violent impact made the attacker's head dizzy briefly, and the movement in his hand could not help but relax again.

The teenager seized the opportunity and fled directly from the other party's chain.

He had no time to check his injury, but he glanced back in a hurry, remembering the tall and muscular figure of the other party, and then exhausted all his strength, and found a direction to escape.

When the attacker recovered from the stun, his prey had escaped his sight.

"Bah--" The tall attacker spit out a drool with blood stains. It was just the impact that broke his mouth. He looked around somberly, "You can't run away, little boy."

The teenager fled in a panic.

On the way, he saw one of the few people who had pointed at him before. He reached out to him and tried to call for help—

But he met a pair of mocking eyes.

The young man's movements froze. With such a look, it was clear that this person would not help him.

The man really didn’t mean to help. He leaned his hands against the wall, and the tone was all joking: "Good luck, little guy, I don’t know if there will be such luck in a while, those crazy people are not so easy. Give up."

The teenager looked back at the empty road, and the uneasiness and fear in his heart were clamoring.

He gritted his teeth, the escape just made his body exhausted, but he didn't dare to stop. The young man glanced at the indifferent passerby and changed to a path that the other party could not see clearly and continued to run.

I don't know how long I ran, it was already dark.

The teenager was surprised to find that he could not leave the college at all.

Regardless of whether it was a wall or a gate, it was like an invisible barrier that blocked him inside the college.

The exhausted teenager found a vacant room and hid temporarily.

"Cough cough..." He covered his neck and couldn't help coughing. Now his whole neck was hot and painful, and the feeling of almost strangulation was not wonderful at all.

The teenager who was finally relieved now feels cold and hungry. He searches in this room, trying to find something that can help his stomach or keep warm.

However, this room does not know how long it has been empty, except for dust and debris.

The teenager opened the last cabinet with some frustration, and only harvested the dust that had fallen on the door of the cabinet.

"Cough..." The teenager caught in the dust tried to close the cabinet, but noticed that there was a dust-free card in the corner. In this environment, a non-dusty thing looked conspicuous.

He reached up and picked up the card:

[Name: Poverty cannot limit my imagination (already bound)]

[Abilities: 1. Imagine an ability, give yourself within five minutes, the poorer the more powerful (inactive, activation requires a poverty value of 20 million) 2. Enhance the player's physical fitness according to the level of poverty (passive, inactive)]

【Cooling time: 24h】

[Description: Although I am poor, I can dream! This is the last stubbornness of the poor ghost

The moment he saw the card, the card disappeared.

At the same time he felt that he had an extra skill in his head, which was the weird thing he had just seen.

"Skills...Is this playing a game?" The teenager frowned slightly, and he still knew nothing about his current situation. "It still needs activation. What is the poverty value?"

He tried to imagine an ability according to the skill, but unfortunately there was no response.

"It seems that it must be activated before it can be used." The gray-faced boy sighed and sat down in frustration.

The onlooker Xiao Lan felt very surprised-his skills! Why is it here! ?

Although it is said that your dream will fill in the things you are familiar with, this is no problem, but the dream is too coherent, it seems like it really happened.

He began to wonder, is this really just a dream?

The time in the dream continues.

The moon has come out, and the cold and hungry boy looks out the window.

He couldn't go on like this, he needed to find some food.

He was in an adolescent age that was prone to hunger.

Now he was chased and ran all the way again, his physical strength had already been overdrawn, the whole stomach was empty, and from time to time a loud belly sound was made.

The teenager even suspected that if he went on like this, the sound from his stomach was enough to attract the guy who attacked him.

The teenager looked out carefully, and after observing the surroundings carefully, he walked towards the direction of the restaurant that the principal had said before.

He tried hard to hide his trail and walked forward with the help of the building.

Finally, the location of the restaurant was near, and the light of hope appeared in the boy's eyes—

"caught you--"

At the corner in front of him, there appeared a tall figure that the teenager had only seen with one glance. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, holding a thick iron chain in his hand, and showed a greasy smile to the teenager.

The teenager gasped.

He didn't talk nonsense with the other party, he just turned around and ran away.

"This time, you can't escape." Crazy sound of murderous sound came from behind him, accompanied by the sound of footsteps running at speed.

The teenager did not dare to look back, but ran with all his strength.

He knew very well that if he slowed down a bit, he would probably not have a second chance to escape.

The two chased again in the moonlight, and the campus at night was very quiet, even one figure could not be seen.

But the teenager was too tired. The remaining physical strength did not last long, and he obviously felt his body became heavy.

However, the attacker behind him has been resting for a long time, and even ate at leisure. His physical strength is very sufficient. In addition, he is already physically strong and chasing a teenager who has been almost overdrawn.

Instead of chasing, it is better to say that he is just experiencing the fun of prey desperately running away.

Finally, in a corridor, the assailants who chased waved the chains and knocked down the teenager who was running ahead.

"Um--" The teenager fell heavily on the ground, making a "bang" sound, which sounded very painful.

"Hey, it's almost enough to play, so you can die." The attacker slowly approached the teenager.

The teenager crawled on the ground, but still tried to support his body away from him.

"To blame, you should blame it on the world--" The attacker waved the chain to the teenager again.

The teenager who had been pumped once knew how painful this was. He tried his best to roll to the side and barely avoided the blow.

Successive attacks rushed towards him, and the teenager reluctantly ducked.

Unfortunately, the scope of the corridor is limited. The teenager has been forced to the end of the corridor, and there is no other escape path behind him except a closed wooden door.

"Hahaha--" The attacker laughed and waved the chain with his best effort.

"Boom--" The heavy chain broke the wooden door.

The boy tightened his body at the last minute and curled up at the corner of the door to avoid the blow. However, because the door was broken, the boy's body also fell in the direction of the door.

The light in the room shone on the teenager and also illuminated the death crisis behind him.

The icy chain strangled his neck again, and the pain of suffocation struck again.

In a trance, the teenager felt like he smelled the aroma of black tea.

"You bothered me." A low-magnetism male voice said in a tone that was so elegant as to hold an afternoon tea party.

"Get off! Don't bother Lao Tzu!" The attacker shouted rudely at the other side, "Little white face, I will kill you later.

"Oh, it seems that I have to defend myself." The elegant male voice said.

"Bah! Lao Tzu warns you—"

At the next moment, the teenager felt that the force on his neck that almost made him unable to resist disappeared.

The teenager lowered his head, only to see the pair of hands holding the chain next to him, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He turned around and found that the guy who had been chasing him, just disappeared in front of his eyes like a magic.

The teenager who escaped was breathing out in a hurry, breathing in the long-lost air with a big mouth. He barely propped on the ground, feeling he had almost no strength.

The footsteps of leather shoes stepping on the ground sounded, approaching the teenager step by step.

Finally stopped near him.

"It's such an unfortunate child, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

The teenager raised his head along the voice and saw the black shiny shoes, straight and slender legs, and a teacher uniform similar to a dress——

Then there was a handsome face with light gold eyes, an elegant smile on his lips, a straight nose bridge, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with glasses chains on it.

The man is reaching out to him.

Xiao Lan, who was watching the dream, felt a bang in his head, and he could not be more familiar with this face.

This man is-Luo.