Just as they stepped into the academic building, Zuo Lin'an swept his gaze around and saw a slogan on the corner wall of the first floor.
【No Chasing and Roughhousing】
This question actually stumped Zuo Lin'an for a moment. He didn't know how to answer and pondered it for a while.
“It probably... counts.”
“Really? Why?”
“The ban on chasing and roughhousing is essentially to prevent people from moving too fast and crashing into others. Although qinggong involves flying, it's much faster than running. If you crash into someone, it's even more dangerous.”
Xu Youyou was convinced by Zuo Lin'an.
“That makes sense.”
And this explanation was indeed logical.
Xu Youyou extrapolated, “Then does those people flying over the greenery earlier count as stepping on the lawn?”
Zuo Lin'an thought of the players who knew qinggong.
He knew that only Xiantian Rank martial artists could release their true qi externally, allowing them to glide through the air for long periods without needing to push off anything.
But martial artists below the Xiantian Rank couldn't do that. Every time they flew a certain distance, they had to step on something to gain leverage.
“Except for those at the Xiantian Rank, everyone else probably counts.”
“Why?”
“Because those at the Xiantian Rank can fly directly, while the others can't.”
Xu Youyou recalled seeing the martial artists flying over the greenery earlier. Most of them would indeed step on a tree branch or the lawn. Even if it was a very light touch, a step was still a step.
“It seems pretty fun. Back when I was in school, I never saw anyone flying around campus.”
The two of them reached the sixth floor. Just as they arrived at the classroom door, they saw their homeroom teacher.
She snorted coldly upon seeing them.
“Do you know what time it is? Why don't you just sleep in the dorms instead?”
Xu Youyou grinned cheekily. “Don't be mad, Teacher. We just got lost.”
Liu Gaomei sighed. “Nonsense. Go inside and sit down.”
Although the two of them were late, they were let off so easily. The few players already in the classroom couldn't help but feel a sense of injustice.
They had rushed like mad to get to the classroom, arriving with a minute to spare before six, yet the teacher had still looked at them with immense displeasure.
As expected, these natives had connections.
Zuo Lin'an walked over to the podium and looked at the seating chart posted there.
To his surprise, their seats were still the same as before; nothing had changed.
However, what he didn't expect was that the people sitting on either side of him were Gu Hedao and Xuan Jingyuan.
And sitting in front of him were Xuan Yi and Xuan Er!
Right now, Xuan Yi was present while Xuan Er was absent, meaning the one who had left the cafeteria earlier was likely Xuan Er.
Zuo Lin'an's lip twitched.
Aside from Xuan Jingyuan, all of them were at the Xiantian Rank.
And who else could have Xuan Yi and Xuan Er constantly guarding them besides the Emperor?
So Xuan Jingyuan was the Emperor?
Zuo Lin'an calmly walked over and sat down.
At this moment, there were only the six of them in the entire classroom!
Gu Hedao greeted them with a chuckle, “Classmates, we meet again.”
Zuo Lin'an also flashed a friendly smile.
“Yes, hello, hello.”
It was just a contest of thick skin. He had learned some of the essence of it from Xu Youyou, so dealing with the current situation was more than easy.
Gu Hedao said, “Just now, we asked the teacher outside. She said evening self-study starts at six, we need to return to... to the dorms by nine, and the lights go out at ten.”
Zuo Lin'an nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes. Of course whatever the teacher says is correct.”
He knew that unlike highly flexible and mobile NPCs like himself and Xu Youyou, the fixed NPCs originally belonging to the school, like the teachers, could not refuse player inquiries.
Furthermore, when faced with normal questions from players limited to the current dungeon, they were required to tell the truth. This was a fundamental rule of the dungeon.
After all, during the day, the school functioned as a normal campus. As a teacher, she naturally couldn't lie to students.
So as long as players found the right NPC, they could obtain the most accurate and comprehensive answers.
And this was something Gu Hedao, Xuan Jingyuan, and the others had naturally realized as well.
It seemed they weren't fools either; they would likely ask the teachers whenever they had questions in the future.
If these players could survive the first and second days, getting them to violate the school rules later on probably wouldn't be as easy as it was today.
Therefore, they still needed to kill as many people as possible before they caught on.
Gu Hedao watched as Zuo Lin'an opened his backpack, took out all the textbooks inside, placed them on his desk, and finally stuffed the empty backpack into his desk drawer.
They were somewhat surprised to see so many textbooks. Thinking about how they had come to the classroom empty-handed, they suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
To attend class, one naturally had to bring textbooks.
But they had previously handed all their belongings to the others to take to the dorms.
No wonder the teacher had looked at them with that kind of gaze when they arrived earlier. Although they weren't late, they hadn't brought backpacks or textbooks!
Zuo Lin'an began to organize his textbooks and notebooks one by one.
Chinese, Mathematics, English, Science.
There were only these four subjects in total.
However, with the textbooks, various homework assignments, and test papers combined, it was quite a lot, piling up to fill the entire desk.
Of course, as NPCs, they didn't actually need to study.
Zuo Lin'an briefly tidied up his textbooks, pulled out a pen, and wrote his name on them.
He didn't notice that when Gu Hedao and His Majesty the Emperor on either side of him saw his handwriting, their eyebrows twitched, and they frowned as if they had laid eyes on something filthy.
In fact, his handwriting wasn't bad, but these two were ancients, and from the absolute highest tier of ancient society at that. Their standard calligraphy was bound to be exceptionally refined.
Zuo Lin'an wrote faster and faster, eventually just scribbling a few strokes to capture the general shape, as long as he could recognize it himself.
Only after finishing did he look up at the blackboard.
There were several lines of chalk writing on the blackboard, which were the study tasks for tonight's evening self-study.
For instance, previewing chapters and some simple homework.
Just as Gu Hedao thought he was about to start studying, Zuo Lin'an casually tossed his pen aside and slumped directly onto his desk.
To sleep!
Over the next while, more people arrived one after another. The earliest to arrive were a few NPC students, while the remaining players didn't show up until closer to seven o'clock, around six-thirty.
During this time, Xuan Er, who had been sent to fetch their belongings earlier, also arrived at the classroom. Xuan Jingyuan and the others' desks were now piled with textbooks as well.
They were focusing intently on reading the contents of the textbooks.
Although the writing looked a bit unfamiliar, they could still understand it with the memories provided by the dungeon.
Of course, the textbooks they flipped through were mostly Mathematics and Science.
As for Chinese...
Modern Chinese couldn't compare to ancient scholarship at all, so there was no need to look at it.
And as for English, they couldn't understand it at all.
At six fifty-five,
Liu Gaomei could wait no longer. With a gloomy face, she walked into the classroom and stood at the door, her tone calm but laced with a hint of danger.
“Today is the first day of school. You entered the school gates at five, and evening self-study starts at six. Reasonably speaking, this should have been plenty of time.”
“But... our class only has fifty students in total. It is almost seven o'clock now, yet thirteen classmates have still not arrived.”
The NPCs who were sleeping and slacking off, along with the players who were studying diligently, all raised their heads.
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