"No, Lin Xiaoxiao is still eating potato chips!"

"According to reason, it should be confiscated!"

Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao looking at him with a smile, Sun Wen gritted his teeth and said stubbornly again.

Xu Yuanqing shrugged his shoulders: "The food brought in before entering the school can be eaten." ”

"By the way, remember to sign a non-disclosure agreement later."

"If anyone reveals the rules, the Mo Academy will investigate to the end."

As if remembering something, Xu Yuanqing said with a smile.

This is also the rule of the Ink Academy.

No matter what you have experienced in the Ink Academy, after graduation, you must keep your mouth shut and not a word can be leaked.

"I sold it..."

"I sold it..."

"Zhao Zicheng, Lin Xiaoxiao, Atai, Mu Yu... Bought both. ”

"They all bought it."

Sun Wen wailed in pain.

The whole person fell into a state of despair.

These foods were sent by him and his family in a flickering manner.

There are even some that are giveaways.

And themselves...

Not at all.

Clearance.

In the early morning sun, Sun Wen made a slight noise in his stomach and swallowed and foamed.

Facing the sarcastic gaze, Sun Wen took a deep breath: "You go to the classroom first, as a qualified class leader, it is necessary for me to tell those old students in the Mo Academy that I am a freshman in the 140th class... Here it comes! ”

After speaking, he walked into the distance with an indomitable momentum.

An old student had just come downstairs.

Sun Wen stopped in front of him, his eyes looked directly at him, his body trembled slightly, but he shouted firmly: "You trash!" ”

The next second...

A wail rang out.

Xu Yuanqing was amazed, and led everyone to the teaching building, muttering: "Doesn't he know that he didn't get any credits for provoking the old student to be beaten for no reason?" ”

"You have to make a reasonable plan, and you don't have to fight."

"It's pathetic."

Although he said this, Xu Yuanqing did not have the slightest idea of stepping forward to help.

From the moment they officially enrolled, they were already a member of the Ink Academy.

All for credits.

As long as you have the strength, you can eat a lot of money.

Even if it's like the rest of your life, you can grab a reason and grab it.

But you're at a loss...

No one will kindly remind you, and even the classmates around you may be able to cheat you for credits in the next second.

Just like the short-haired woman at the beginning.

Of course, the premise of all this is to play by yourself in the Ink Academy.

But such as the annual college competition, or other outing tasks, must be consistent with the outside world.

If there is a phenomenon such as entrapment and harm to classmates, it will be severely punished.

……

"Look, this is your classroom!"

"Actually, it's completely useless, just go through the form."

Xu Yuanqing pointed a little perfunctorily.

Outside the classroom, the door sign was already crumbling and would fall at any moment.

The classrooms were even more of a mess and dusty.

"Well, the classroom is finished."

"I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to get my school uniform later, ah... School uniforms don't seem to have been stocked for two years, so there's no need to go. ”

"You can do it yourself, I'll go back and catch up on sleep first, and I'll die."

With a yawn, Xu Yuanqing dragged his heavy body and rubbed into the distance.

It is very doubtful that he will fall asleep directly in the next second.

"Hey, how are we going to class?"

Zhao Zicheng looked at Xu Yuanqing's back and couldn't help shouting.

"The first lesson, earn 20 credits."

"Time limit, one day."

"After earning the group, I'm here."

Xu Yuanqing's footsteps didn't stop for a second, and he gradually moved away.

It's hard to imagine...

The rumored and mysterious Ink Academy has such a teaching style... Wild.

God's First Lesson!

Why don't you teach us or give us an explanation?

20 credits, where to earn.

Yu Sheng thought about it seriously, turned around and left.

"Boss Yu, do you have an idea?"

Zhao Zicheng looked at the back of Yu Sheng, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.

Yu Sheng was a little dazed: "I've earned it..."

"There should be now... A few hundred credits. ”

"I didn't count."

Yu Sheng reminisced and turned to leave.

Obviously, this non-teaching mode of course is the most suitable for him.

You name it, and I'll get it.

Pull it down.

Merely... It doesn't seem to be as difficult as I imagined.

……

“...”

"I have an idea."

"Just now I checked our school's task list, kill a cultist, 20 credits."

"How many of us..."

Mu Yu put down his phone, and his voice gradually cooled.

Zhao Zicheng looked at him and was silent for a few seconds: "Have you ever killed someone?" ”

Mu Yu shook his head.

"And did you ever do anything with the cultists?"

Mu Yu shook his head again.

"What the hell, are you a fool?"

"A few of us who have just entered the school are crooked melons and cracked dates, why are we doing it with those people in the cult?"

"Give performance to others?"

Zhao Zicheng hated that iron could not become steel.

Mu Yuleng paused: "But... Didn't you kill? ”

"I've watched the news, and I've got you."

"You take us with you."

"And if I can kill for the rest of my life, so can I!"

His eyes were very determined, he clenched his fists, and said!

It's obviously a very serious matter, but with the golden chains, it's full of disobedience.

The most important thing is that there seem to be sequins on his chains.

Briling's.

"Heh..."

Looking at Mu Yu's expectant eyes, Zhao Zicheng reluctantly pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, recalling the experience along the way.

Truly...

He and the rest of his life quacked and killed.

But now the slaughter is gone, leaving one quack, and a few more quacks...

It is estimated that the cult woke up laughing from its dreams.

"What do you think..."

"Is killing a thing to look forward to?"

"You've never killed anyone with your own hands, and you'll never know what it's like."

"Pathetic, alas..."

"My wish is to one day be able to convince people with virtue and influence the cult, not just killing, understand?"

"When one day, your hands are covered in blood, this feeling... Not good. ”

Zhao Zicheng raised his head slightly, letting the sunlight hit his face from the window of the teaching building, and the whole person was filled with a holy atmosphere.

Compassion.

"Forget it, you don't understand."

"Rather than killing people in exchange for credits, I would rather earn from my own suffering."

"Let's reflect on it."

"Your realm..."

"Too low."

After speaking, Zhao Zicheng paced slowly and left.

That back in the sun, so charming.

It's like...

He has always been him.

That sunny big boy.