Chapter 1369: Choice 1

There is only one reason why they are so anxious-there is a problem with the information party.

Every part of the original information cube is floating, and photons flow through its gaps with a sense of mystery. But now the information square is dimmed, and those tiny squares don't move, as if broken.

Outsiders will instantly see that the photon of the information side is extinguished, and new miners will not be able to enter.

What about the people in the original information party?

Inside it's sort of like... a landslide.

Fu An'an told about her experience just now, and what she got was the other children looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Fu Xiaoan and Nie Anan are still inside."

Among the group of children, a child named Fu Pingan said.

"Will they die?"

Another kid spoke up.

"Maybe, maybe not, just wait."

It is obviously an extremely sad topic that should not be understood at this age, but they talked about it so calmly.

This is the kid who survived the survival game.

Young children who were immature and unable to risk their lives in search of food had died.

It didn't take much time for the information side to go back to normal after being turned off. These children stood guard in front of the information side for a long time until the time agreed upon by them was exceeded.

The two children did not come out after all, and the children outside rushed away and disappeared into the field.

They are always like this, groups and groups, using their small bodies to hide and disappear. The youngest child is only a few months old and can't walk, and is held in the arms of the older child.

Fu An'an stayed with them like this for a month apart. Everyone was poor, so they lived near the information site, barely being neighbors for the sake of idol Fu An'an.

A month has passed and the game is about to begin.

Listening to the familiar sound of the game, Fu Anan closed his eyes, and swiped his body to get the message out of thin air.

[Welcome back to the survival game, this round is an interference game, there will be 15 players playing with you,

Game Round: Choose

In this round of the game, if you live to the age of 30, you will pass the game

There is a dealer player in this round of the game, if you find him, you will have the possibility to get game props]

"What is a dealer player? What do game props do?"

When she heard this word for the first time, she was very curious.

[In this game, you will know what dealers and game props are. 】

"The game is going to live to be thirty years old, is it that long?"

[The system has no obligation to explain to you, please play hard]

What a cool system.

After saying this, it ignores people. The fog in front of him dissipated, and there appeared... a classroom.

On the podium, a middle-aged man with thick black-rimmed glasses was writing on the blackboard with his back facing her, his shirt was wet with sweat and stuck to his back. There is no air-conditioning in the classroom, and six ceiling fans are whirring around, blowing hot air downward. Fu Anan looked at the crowded classroom. The door sign outside said Class 2 of the third grade, and there was a mobile red flag hanging under the sign.

Soon the man's writing on the blackboard was finished. He picked up the branch on the podium and slapped it on the table a few times to attract the attention of the students below.

"Students in the graduating class should look like junior high school students!

After finishing speaking, the small voices and small movements below disappeared, and they all looked up at the teacher above.

The teacher looked at their cooperation, and the expression on his face softened a little, "I told you before, have you discussed with your parents whether to choose high school or vocational high school?"

"It's been discussed."

Dozens of students below answered in cooperation.

"Well. The teacher will distribute volunteer forms to you now, and you can fill them out according to the content discussed with your parents."

The teacher took a stack of volunteer forms and handed them out one by one.

Fu Anan took the watch and looked at it, and there were only three simple lines on it:

Volunteer to fill in the form at the beginning of the promotion:

normal high school()

Vocational high school ()

Is this the beginning of choice?

Holding the pen, Fu Anan didn't know which one to choose, so she turned her head and looked around, wanting to see what others chose.

"Fill in your own volunteers, do you still need to look at other people's for this kind of thing?"

The teacher seemed to have eyes on the back of her head, and could see her every move.

Fu An'an quickly retracted his gaze, and refocused his gaze on the paper.

Ordinary high school or vocational middle school, which one is better?

Ordinary high school sounds ordinary, and vocational high school feels a little more powerful.

But the more powerful it is, the more difficult it is.

After careful consideration, she chose the one with "common" in that name.

Not long after, everyone finished choosing.

The teacher asked the students in the last row to put away the volunteer forms, and then looked at the scores selectively, "There are high grades and low grades, and schools are close and far away, but there is no absolute life, and there is no absolute good or bad. Choose the one that suits you best, otherwise you will make a wrong step and make a wrong step.”

After speaking, he looked towards the back row.

The squinting eyes looked like a smile but not a smile, which made people feel flustered immediately, and couldn't help wondering if they had chosen the right one? Or did you choose the wrong one? Why didn't you say this reminder when you first chose?

Looking at the teacher's smile on the stage, Fu An'an suddenly felt a deep malice.

"Okay, no matter whether you choose an ordinary high school or a vocational high school, you must study hard."

The teacher casually reminded them, and then asked them to take out all the test papers under their desks, and began to explain the above questions.

Foreign language, mathematics, Chinese, comprehensive literature, comprehensive science.

The five subjects take turns.

Fu An'an listened very carefully at first, but the teacher's lecture speed was too slow, and there were reference answers to the test paper at the back, and the analysis was also very detailed, so she buried her head and never listened to it again.

The teacher didn't care.

In the background of the lecture, she spent two-thirds of the test papers in one afternoon.

Then in a rush of bells for the end of get out of class, school was finally over.

The NPC students in the classroom ran out of the classroom as quickly as birds released from their cages. Just as Fu Anan followed them out of the room, the scene in front of them suddenly changed to a slightly dilapidated room.

The room was cramped and somewhat damp.

There was only a small bed, a wardrobe, and a desk inside, and she was standing in this room with her schoolbag on her back.

Before she could put down her schoolbag, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a woman with a cooking shovel and an apron appeared from inside. What is a little scary is that the head of this woman is a cloud of black mist, and a voice came out of the black mist, "Fu An'an, fill out the volunteer form today, what did you write?"

Her head was covered in black mist, and she spoke in a normal voice, but the shovel in her hand flickered, as if she would pick it up if she got a wrong answer.

Fu Anan looked at the shovel in her hand, took a step back, recalled the two options just now in her mind, hesitated for a moment between lying and telling the truth,

"I chose...ordinary middle school."

Don’t you all miss Brother Fu? Take out the magnifying glass and look for it~

good night~