I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

As the footsteps grew clearer, Qin Nuo noticed the eerie atmosphere in the classroom changing as well.

"The students seem really afraid of Mr. Yan. Could he be some kind of demonic teacher figure?"

Various terrifying images flashed through Qin Nuo's mind.

It wasn't surprising given his vivid imagination; he had seen too many twisted, horrifying, and even disgusting ghosts.

Every instance had its own peculiarities.

But as it turned out, he was wrong. A man in a suit placed his wet umbrella by the door and walked in. He was neatly dressed, handsome, and wore a smile that perfectly matched the image of a teacher oppa in the eyes of Korean girls.

The gentle, warm smile made him inexplicably approachable.

"He doesn't seem scary at all. Why are the students so afraid of him?" Qin Nuo wondered to himself.

"Hello, students. The last class this afternoon is mine. Did you all finish the homework I assigned yesterday?" Mr. Yan placed his textbook aside, leaned on the desk, and looked at the students below the podium.

"Finished," some students responded, while others remained silent with their heads down.

Some were frantically borrowing homework to copy, like ducks being driven onto a perch.

Mr. Yan smiled slightly, "Then I won't check the homework today. Let's have a few students come up and answer."

"Those who answer correctly will be rewarded."

"Those who get it wrong will have to face the ruler."

As he spoke, Mr. Yan picked up a ruler, an ordinary long ruler, and a smack on the palm or backside would undoubtedly sting.

After speaking, he turned to write a math problem on the blackboard.

A simple geometry problem.

The players all had a certain answer in mind after seeing it.

Qin Nuo felt no pressure either.

But as players, answering correctly might not be a good thing.

If they were playing the role of a poor student and unexpectedly solved a math problem that was difficult for their character, their role-playing score would undoubtedly decrease.

So, the players all tried to figure out from their textbooks whether the student they were playing was a poor student or a top student.

Mr. Yan called two students up, and both answered correctly.

They both received two candies and happily jumped off the podium.

"Li Zicong, come and solve the third problem."

Mr. Yan called the third name.

A student slowly stood up, looking uneasy.

Clearly, this was a player.

He appeared very anxious, walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and stood in front of the problem, deep in thought.

Just as he was about to write, he stopped, looking extremely troubled and panicked.

Qin Nuo found it amusing.

This was a very simple problem, one that anyone with a middle school education could solve.

It was clear that this player was acting. The student he was playing was probably a poor student, and his anxiety and unease when called upon, along with his hesitation and confusion when solving the problem, were performed masterfully.

"This guy's acting is incredible. If nothing goes wrong, his role-playing score will increase significantly."

On the podium, Li Zicong, seeing that his performance was about right, put down the chalk weakly, looked at Mr. Yan with a defeated expression, and said, "Teacher, I can't solve it."

Mr. Yan didn't make things difficult for him, comforting him, "It's okay, just try harder next time."

"But as per our agreement, you have to take a hit with the ruler."

Li Zicong nodded seriously, "Yes, I'll try harder. Taking a hit with the ruler will motivate me!"

"What a good child," Mr. Yan seemed very satisfied with this kind of student.

Even though he couldn't answer, his attitude towards learning was very correct.

"Congratulations, player, for completing the role-play, increasing your role-playing score by 2%."

Hearing this voice in his mind, Li Zicong felt a surge of joy.

At the same time, he extended his palm to accept the punishment of the ruler.

Mr. Yan picked up the plastic ruler and said, "Seeing your good attitude, I'll go easy on you."

With that, he lifted the ruler and brought it down.

Swish!!

The moment the ruler came down, Li Zicong's expression froze, and on his trembling face, bright red beads of blood splattered and blossomed.

His trembling pupils followed the severed arm that flew away.

Thud!

The arm hit the wall and fell into the corner, the golden silk curtains by the window seemingly adorned with a few strokes of crimson red, becoming even more striking.

Li Zicong looked at his severed right shoulder, the ruptured blood vessels still spurting blood, and amidst the blurred flesh, a piece of stark white bone was exposed.

"You..." Li Zicong turned back, staring at Mr. Yan in horror.

"Child, didn't I tell you? I said I'd go easy."

His smile remained gentle and sunny, but now it carried a hint of madness.

That handsome, approachable face was stained with blood, and his bright red tongue extended to lick away the blood at the corner of his mouth.

The smiling face was like that of a demon.

Li Zicong took a trembling step back.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the classroom seemed to become much livelier.

The students opened their mouths wide, laughing strangely as if amused by Mr. Yan's words, paying no mind to the bloody scene, or perhaps they were used to it.

"Go back to your seat, remember what you said, work hard, and next time the teacher calls you, aim for delicious candy!"

Li Zicong, panting heavily, trembled as he returned to his seat, his face turning pale.

He looked at the severed arm, his face pale and ghastly.

On the first day of the game, he had already lost an arm, which would undoubtedly have a huge impact on the game's progress!

The other players' faces also turned grave.

Qin Nuo's mouth twitched.

What a light smack.

Damn it, the arm was smacked off!

It seemed he had been too naive. In a horror game, there were no normal instances.

Horror happened at every moment and never followed your logic!

Qin Nuo's situation wasn't too bad.

Those playing poor students were in trouble.

Answering correctly would lower their role-playing score.

Answering incorrectly meant losing a limb.

Either way, it was a painful choice for them.

At this moment, they only hoped not to be called and to finish this class safely.

Mr. Yan showed no signs of stopping his roll call for answers.

He wrote four more problems on the blackboard, calling students up in turn to solve them.

The first problem of the new round was assigned to a boy in the front row, who didn't seem to be a player.

He nervously walked up to the podium, his small hands twisted together, his expression extremely conflicted.

Mr. Yan continued to encourage him gently, "It's okay, write boldly. You might get candy!"

Encouraged, the boy nodded, picked up the chalk, and began to solve the problem on the blackboard.

Soon, the boy finished writing.

Below the podium, Qin Nuo frowned slightly.

It was wrong.

And it was quite off.

Below the podium, many students began to jeer.

The boy seemed to realize his mistake, pouting, perhaps disappointed about not getting candy or afraid of the ruler, his little face full of grievance.

"Teacher, can you go easy?"

Mr. Yan's smile remained, but it seemed to carry a hint of ferocity.

"Sure, but remember how the teacher taught you next time."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The boy nodded, clasped his hands, and closed his eyes, waiting for the punishment.

Mr. Yan lifted the ruler, and the smile on his face vanished the moment he brought it down.

Swish!

With a sound of flesh tearing, blood splattered, and the boy's head flew off, hitting the window and instantly staining the glass red...

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