The door of the virtual classroom will not be opened easily, and every time it is opened, it is because there are smart students who need to receive the inheritance of the exercises—this is also the origin of the word 'transmission room'.

The door slowly opened, and Zhang Ping saw a space that could be called rudimentary.

The interior of the virtual classroom is very large, almost the size of a large classroom - it is not a problem to accommodate 200 people; Squeeze it, and five or six hundred people will be fine.

But now there are more than 80 'beds' in total.

Cheng Feng walked to the front, where there was a rudimentary podium, and there was also a 'bed' on it.

Standing on the podium, Cheng Feng looked at everyone: "Students, others congratulate you on entering the martial arts class, but I won't." Because, entering the martial arts class means responsibility. ”

Saying that, Cheng Feng smiled, "In the words of a complaint on the Internet: You have to bear the responsibility and pressure that you should not bear at this age."

Cultivating truth requires the consumption of resources. But the country's resources are always limited, why do we only choose 80 people, because we really can't allocate more resources. ”

However, the young man didn't know what it was like to be sad, and everyone didn't have much emotion about Chengfeng's words. Just a little bit of a feeling.

Cheng Feng smiled, you will understand in the future! Then the topic changed: "There are 80 virtual warehouses on site, and everyone can choose freely."

Take out your ID card, insert it into the card reader at the head of the bed, and verify your fingerprints and pupils. ”

Zhang Ping operated, and after verifying the fingerprint and pupil, the bracelet also received verification information. After a series of strict operations, it was finally bound.

From now on, you can't just change the 'virtual warehouse'.

Then, under the guidance of the teacher, Zhang Ping lay down on the 'bed', and pieces of light curtains appeared above his head and around him, and then Zhang Ping only felt that it was dark in front of him.

When I regained my vision again, I found myself in a virtual classroom again...... No, there's nothing here, there's no virtual warehouse from before, and there's no how-to guide on the wall.

Of course, the principal was not there.

Only Cheng Feng stood on the empty podium and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Students, welcome to the virtual space. Students who have received the inheritance of the exercises may have already been here, but you must not have seen the outside world.

Today, I'm going to take you on a tour of the outside world.

In particular: no matter what you see, don't be surprised, don't panic, this is the virtual world. ”

As he spoke, the door opened automatically. Someone closest to the gate looked out, but retreated with a whoop.

Then, Zhang Ping saw a few 'crippled' people walking in front.

One, only half of the body, two legs, one of which was completely 'detached' from the body, and the whole person just staggered past the doorway.

One, without a complete head, looks like rotten wood on the neck, is badly hollowed out, and in some places there seem to be only a few blood vessels, etc.

One, the figure is blurred, there are 'holes' in many places, and the whole person seems to be carved from rotten wood, and there are fragments falling as he walks......

Cheng Feng slowly came to the door and took the lead and walked out: "Students, come out." This is the virtual space. ”

Zhang Ping was bold, followed Cheng Feng's side, and looked curiously at the world outside the door.

Here, there are high-rise buildings. But many high-rise buildings, just like the people I saw before, are 'broken' or fragmented, or even floating in the air, or hanging upside down.

As soon as I looked up, I just saw a 'fairy' flying overhead.

But all that left the fairy was a fluttering, extremely ornate outfit, and a fuzzy head. There was nothing in the clothes. Well...... I'm not a voyeur~

There is a bustling shopping street in the distance, but there are many 'normal people' in the shopping street - it should be said that they look normal.

Cheng Feng took the lead and walked forward. There were doors opening next to it, and I saw the teacher leading the students out, like an old hen with a chick.

Zhang Ping looked left and right, judging from the school uniforms, there were Changping No. 2 Middle School, No. 3 Middle School, No. 4 Middle School, and other school districts.

I saw a girl from afar, walking side by side with the teacher.

Liu Shaobing snorted: "It's Sha Xiaoqing from Class 1 of the Fourth Middle School in the city, the genius of the best mutated spirit root!" ”

Sun Renchuan next to him muttered in a low voice: "It won't be the entire Qizhou City martial arts class, all coming to this virtual space, right?" ”

"It's not!" Cheng Feng said softly, "It's the students of the entire Qin Emperor Xing, and they are all here." Of course, due to time zone problems and server problems, some of them haven't come over yet. But everyone will meet in the future. ”

Zhang Ping couldn't help it, "Teacher, is this really just a virtual space?" But if it's just a virtual space, why are the scenery and people here so ...... Weird? ”

Cheng Feng smiled, but the smile on his face was slightly weird: "Let's go, take you to meet someone." My grandfather. ”

Cheng Feng greeted the surrounding teachers and took Zhang Ping and others directly to the platform. A leaky 'train' is coming from the clouds.

The train stopped, and Cheng Feng took Zhang Ping and others onto the train.

The train is old, and the passengers on it are fragmented, but they talk to each other, and the students who watch it are hairy.

Under the train...... Nothing, completely empty, the kind without a floor. But everyone stood safely in the train.

The train accelerated, and everyone exclaimed.

Chu Yi leaned on Zhang Ping's side, his little face pale.

Zhang Ping looked down at his feet, and suddenly there were 'lines' extending under his feet, and a polished and glowing floor was outlined little by little, and the scope became wider and wider.

"Huh?" Zhang Ping let out a low sigh and found that the new 'floor' was exactly the same as the train he had been riding on for more than ten years.

No, it's a memory in my head!

Following this thought, Zhang Ping began to recall in his mind the situation inside the train. The surroundings have changed.

New floors appeared, new seats appeared, new advertisements appeared......

With Zhang Ping's 'memories', the old carriage quickly transformed into a slightly old train carriage, which became the appearance of Zhang Pingzhong's memory.

Zhang Ping let out a low voice: "It's reading my memory!" ”

Cheng Feng turned his head to look at Zhang Ping, his eyes flashed with surprise, "Not bad." This is a virtual space, but it should be called a memory space. ”

Zhang Ping looked at the fragmented figures around him, and suddenly asked, "Then whose memories are they?" ”

"No, they are not anyone's memory. They are forgetting their memories! ”

Well???

Three super question marks appeared above Zhang Ping's head, the kind that could hold up the sky. And it did show up – don't forget that this is a virtual space.

Cheng Feng sighed slightly: "They ...... It's dead. ”

What!!!

Three super exclamation marks appeared above Zhang Ping's head, and even one exclamation mark appeared above the heads of countless students. There are even students with a trembling symbol of flowing water floating above their heads - that's fear.

Suddenly, Zhang Ping had an idea: "Memory upload?!" ”

Cheng Feng nodded slightly, "Not bad." It's memory uploading! They keep their memories here, and you take them from here. ”

Zhang Ping was suddenly shocked: "Then after we get the memory, they ...... That's it? ”

"Nope. Memories can be reproduced. It's like you copied the carriage and everybody saw it. They just came into this world for too long and forgot about themselves. ”

Zhang Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the fragmented 'people' around me, I suddenly had an indescribable ...... in my heart Lament.

No more fear.

Perhaps, it is a kind of respect, a kind of respect, a kind of regret, and it is an indescribable shock in words.