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Hu Siming had a long, bizarre dream.

In his dream, he seems to be back to the time when he was in college and played Dota with his roommates. It seemed like he had been playing for a long time, and it seemed like it was only a few minutes, and the scene changed to the scene where he entered the Dota professional circle to play a game a year after graduation. At the end of the dream, the laptop screen, frozen by victory, turned into a dark abyss and swallowed him up.

The feeling of being devoured was so real that Hu Siming woke up in an instant, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

After taking a few breaths, Hu Siming gradually woke up from his trance. Only then did he notice that he was lying on an ordinary single desk, and his name was inscribed in Yin script in the upper left corner of the desk. The room he was in was no longer the team's training base, but an unfamiliar classroom.

What happened?

With a little surprise, he got up and looked left and right.

The design of the classroom is strange, with only one door and no windows. The only source of light came from the chandelier on the ceiling, which constantly emitted a harsh white glow. At the front of the classroom, there is the usual blackboard and lectern, and a large box of white chalk is placed on it. Because the area is not large, there are only 20 sets of tables and chairs in the back row. Among the twenty people corresponding, a small number of them had already come to their senses, looking around in confusion and panic.

However, more than a dozen people were still unconscious, lying motionless on the table, looking like dead people at first glance.

This strange scene made Hu Siming's scalp a little numb.

"Where the hell is this?"

He couldn't help muttering in his heart, but before the words fell, an answer automatically appeared in his mind.

"This is the Radiant Campus of Dota Academy, the first level F school district, public classroom No. 04986!"

The answer was replied so quickly, as if asked what 1+1 is, as if instinctively popped up. Perhaps he was touched by this message, and immediately afterward, a barrage of information about the Dota Death Academy was forcibly poured into his head. The overcrowded flow of information interfered with Hu Siming's thoughts, causing him to have a splitting headache.

"What is this information?"

It took several minutes for Hu Siming to sort out the astonishing news little by little.

As the mood calmed down, the memories before the coma were gradually remembered, and coupled with these inexplicably obtained information, Hu Siming's thoughts became clear. It seems that he was playing a game at the team's training base at the time, and then a pop-up window that looked like a web game popped up. Hu Siming only clicked casually, and saw the laptop screen turn into a black abyss, swallowing him with a completely irresistible force of human beings.

When I woke up again, I was already in this classroom.

As hard as it is to believe, the information in his memory clearly tells him that this is an illusory space detached from the real world, directly under the control of the Academy of Death. All the newcomers who are pulled in can be challenged and honed here, and finally gain the power of those heroes in Dota!

"Sounds like a good look. ”

As a Dota fanatic, I must have longed for it to suddenly learn that there really is such an extraordinary power as Zài in the world. But not everyone is as nervous as Hu Siming, and in the face of unbelievable encounters and completely unfamiliar environments, more people are full of fear and doubt.

"Aren't you sure it's a game of manipulation?"

"It's so weird here, I want to go home......"

In the public classroom, someone whispered like this, which immediately caused a lot of resonance. Of course, there are also two bold guys who are not only not afraid, but are active enough to look around for people who are pleasing to the eye. The same experiences and encounters give them a common topic. Soon, the fear in the hearts of these people subsided a lot.

Hu Siming had completely calmed down at this time, and he noticed that almost all the people who were summoned here had already woken up.

"Are you going to start?"

In his heart, there was an inexplicable look of expectation.

Soon, as the last person got up in a daze, the bezel in front of the huge blackboard automatically slid to both sides. A white chalk was pinched by an invisible hand, flew up from the podium, and wrote words in the air on the blackboard.

It was a neat regular script.

"Rookies, welcome to Dota Death Academy.

The wise principal has prepared a small entrance test for the new students, so please complete today's test under the guidance of the teaching assistant.

Friendly reminder: A good start will determine your future destiny!"

Chalk that can write on its own is also a thing that can scare people to death. The people who woke up the fastest were already a little used to it, and they were generally calm. The last few people who woke up probably hadn't figured out the situation yet, and suddenly saw the chalk fly up on its own, and they were almost not scared stupid, and screamed out loud. Some people even think of the horror movies they have watched, and rush towards the door of the classroom uncontrollably, trying to escape from here.

"Bang!"

Just as the man who was about to flee staggered to the door of the classroom, the door happened to be pushed open from the outside.

He didn't have time to react, he was hit by the door panel that was suddenly pushed open, and the whole person was exaggerated like a ball that bounced back five or six meters, fell heavily to the floor, and passed out directly.

In this extremely oppressive atmosphere, a man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old walked in through the door. Seeing that the eyes of the whole classroom were looking at him, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes subconsciously, and he glared back viciously. The suffocating sense of oppression almost immediately made people lose the courage to look at him and bow their heads one after another.

This reaction softened the man's unkind face a little.

Because he had already made up his mind to come to a dismount, he coughed lightly and said in an unceremonious tone: "Listen, maintaining enough respect for the strong in the academy is the minimum survival criterion for new students." Otherwise, you will die quickly. For the sake of you who don't understand anything, I won't bother with you this time, but I will remember it in the future!"

He spoke in a very loud tone, and as soon as he came up, he put his position very high, which naturally caused the displeasure of everyone in the classroom. Although the vast majority of people finally chose to remain silent, there were also short-tempered people who stood up directly and said with a disapprehensive face: "The last person who was arrogant in front of Lao Tzu was abolished by me two months later. How old are you?"

An undisguised threat!

These words surprised the man a little, and then he showed a pitying smile and sighed: "Before taking this teaching assistant task, I thought that what the seniors said had a lot of exaggerations. I didn't expect that there are really new students like you who are idiots every year. Well, since you said one leg, then I'll give you two!"

The words fell, and the man's figure rushed out like a whirlwind.

The slower ones didn't even see him make a move, when they heard the unlucky guy scream, and both calves were broken at the same time, and he curled up on the ground in pain. The sharp broken bone pierced the calf muscles, sending blood to the ground.

The extremely bloody scene caused a scream to resound in the classroom. Freshmen, I'm really scared this time!

"Shut up!"

The assistant coach's patience didn't seem to be good, and he yelled, looking around with a murderous face, and immediately quieted everyone.

"The new rookie is the most annoying about this, and if you don't scare and scare, you won't be obedient. The teaching assistant said in a voice that wasn't too loud but just enough for them to hear, and beckoned to the ceiling: "Academy, treat him!"

Under the gaze of the freshmen, a white light fell from the ceiling and shone on the young man whose legs had been broken. In just a few seconds, the broken bones and flesh healed in an instant, leaving not even a single scar. Subsequently, the young man who had been knocked unconscious before came to his senses under the white light.

This magical scene made the newcomers in the classroom lose their voices again, and Hu Siming was also shocked.

"Is there anyone else to talk to?"

The teaching assistant looked under the podium with a defiant look, but no one jumped out. For a while, a single pin drop could be heard quietly in the classroom.

Seeing that his dismount was effective, the assistant man's tone was a little kinder again, and he explained about his behavior just now: "Don't be so afraid, killing people is absolutely forbidden in the academy." No matter what damage you take, you can get free treatment from white light. However, not being able to kill does not mean that you will not be beaten. If any of you don't have long eyes and provoke a bad-tempered senior, it is possible to be beaten even if you are hung for a day. The feeling of not wanting to live but not being able to die will definitely make you forget it for the rest of your life!"

His last few words were distorted and made people feel tingling.

A new student was so frightened that his face turned pale when he thought of that terrible scene, but he didn't dare to interrupt the assistant teacher's words because of the lessons of the past.

This attitude made the assistant man very satisfied, and his face softened a lot.

"Very good, it seems that you already know how to respect your seniors. ”