I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

The time during breaks always flies by quickly. When the bell rang for class, Qin Nuo had already picked up his textbook and left the office.

In the hallway, Qin Nuo happened to run into Qiu Tong again. She seemed to have not slept well, her face full of exhaustion.

Qin Nuo greeted her, and Qiu Tong barely managed a smile and nodded before walking away without a word.

"Is it because of the peeping incident yesterday? Ugh, just thinking about it is embarrassing. How should I explain it?"

"No, I'm playing the role of Liang Zisu. Why should I explain? He's the peeping tom, not me."

With that thought, Qin Nuo felt it didn't matter and turned to leave.

When he arrived at Class 1 of the sixth grade, there was no sound of students reciting textbooks before class, only the noise of playful chatter.

Qin Nuo composed himself, cleared his throat twice, and knocked on the door with his thermos cup.

Inside the classroom, it suddenly became quiet, and countless eyes turned to look at him.

They were faces filled with horror, some pale and bloodless, some swollen with protruding eyes, and some with dark eye sockets.

Coupled with the dim and eerie atmosphere of the classroom, the terrifying scene was rendered to the extreme.

Qin Nuo always thought he had a strong heart, but at this moment, being stared at by so many eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.

"Why do all the students in this class look so scary? Compared to them, the kids in Class 3 are downright adorable."

Qin Nuo thought to himself, puzzled as to why just knocking on the door would elicit such strange looks from them.

"Teacher, you're so strange today. You actually knocked before entering. You never used to do that," said a girl with black blood dripping from her eye sockets, tilting her head.

Qin Nuo was embarrassed, having just made a mistake in his role-playing as soon as he entered.

"I knocked just to get everyone to quiet down. After all, it's class time, and it's time to put away your playful spirits," Qin Nuo said.

"Player role-playing error, deducting 2% role-playing accuracy!"

"??"

Qin Nuo was full of confusion. What was wrong with what he said?

Reaching the podium, Qin Nuo found the desk covered with various gift boxes, arranged together, each with a smiley face drawn on it, no names, just blessings for Teacher Liang.

"What's this?" Qin Nuo raised an eyebrow and picked up one of the gift boxes.

"Teacher, we heard you were sick for two days, so everyone prepared some small gifts as blessings," a student in the front row said with a smile.

"Really? You all are so thoughtful, and I'm very touched," Qin Nuo said with a smile, looking at the beautifully wrapped boxes, though feeling a bit uncertain inside.

Previous teachers had said that the students in Class 1 were very mischievous. Could they really be so kind as to care about the teacher?

Perhaps it's a trick.

Of course, it might just be overthinking on his part.

In the videos of public classes he watched last night, Liang Zisu often interacted with the students in class, and the teacher-student relationship seemed very good, with no mischievous behavior.

Perhaps Liang Zisu was an exception, and the students in Class 1 only played tricks on other teachers.

As Qin Nuo pondered, the game's prompt sounded in his mind again: "Ding, player role-playing failed, deducting 1% role-playing accuracy!"

"Why did it say I failed again? What step did I do wrong?"

Qin Nuo was at a loss.

"Teacher, do you want to open the gift boxes now? They're all filled with our heartfelt intentions," said a boy with a slightly decayed face, looking at Qin Nuo with anticipation.

Qin Nuo blinked and cautiously said, "Let's finish the class first. We've fallen behind by two days, and we need to catch up with the other classes."

"Okay!"

The students were very obedient, but their smiles, paired with those terrifying faces, lacked innocence and were instead chilling.

Qin Nuo unscrewed his thermos cup, took a small sip, and then took off his glasses, wiping the frames with a cloth before putting them back on.

These were some of Liang Zisu's small habitual actions before teaching, which Qin Nuo had practiced with great spirit last night.

Then, holding a book in one hand and a piece of chalk in the other, he continued from where the last class had left off.

To Qin Nuo's surprise, after about ten minutes of teaching, the students were very well-behaved, all listening attentively, with not a single one daydreaming.

Rather than saying they were listening attentively, it felt more like they were all staring at him, as if there were words written on his face.

Every time Qin Nuo lowered his head to look at the textbook, a creepy feeling would grow in his heart, as if something terrifying was about to appear. But when he looked up, the students were all sitting quietly in their seats.

Aside from their unsettling stares, there was nothing particularly strange.

"Teacher, why did you stop? We're all listening carefully," said a girl with twin ponytails by the window.

Qin Nuo said, "Since you're all listening so intently, I'll set a few questions and have some students come up and solve them to see how it goes."

Turning around, Qin Nuo held the chalk and began writing on the blackboard.

As he wrote, he felt a bone-chilling coldness behind him, and it seemed as if someone was breathing down his neck, a warm breeze swirling around his ears.

Qin Nuo frowned, paused for a moment, then continued writing.

But his nerves remained tense, like an old, dying lion surrounded by hyenas, exposing its back to them, with a growing sense of unease in his heart.

His hand stopped, and Qin Nuo suddenly turned around, but all he saw were the students sitting obediently in their seats.

They made no sound, slightly tilting their heads, as if puzzled why Teacher Liang suddenly turned around halfway through writing.

The girl with the ponytails by the window asked, "Teacher Liang, are you still not feeling well? Maybe you should rest for another couple of days. If you collapse, we'll be very sad!"

"I'm the class monitor, and I'll manage the class discipline."

"That's thoughtful, but I'm fine, don't worry," Qin Nuo smiled at the girl with the ponytails.

She didn't respond, instead pouting, as corpse spots gradually appeared on her face, adding to the horror.

"Ding, player role-playing failed, deducting 2% role-playing accuracy!"

"Failed again, why?"

"What did I say wrong?"

Qin Nuo was even more troubled. At this rate, his role-playing for the day would soon be over.

Unable to figure it out, Qin Nuo picked up his thermos cup, thinking of having a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

Just as he unscrewed the lid, the Blood-Eyed Ghost suddenly spoke: "There's something in the tea, the little ghost with the missing tooth in the third row put it there."

Then, it added, "Those little ghosts completely change their faces when you turn around."

The Blood-Eyed Ghost's words made Qin Nuo's expression darken.

This meant his earlier guess was wrong. These little ghosts had no fondness for Liang Zisu, and their pranks were no exception for him.

"What did they put in it?"

"Who knows, but if you drink it, it'll surely be a wild ride," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

Qin Nuo looked at the thermos cup, bringing it to his lips, while the students below watched with eyes gleaming with strange light, their cracked, pale lips curling up bit by bit.

Just as the thermos cup reached his lips, it suddenly tilted, spilling all the tea onto the floor. Quickly, a large patch of foam began to evaporate, and the surface of the cement was corroding bit by bit.

The poison was so strong, it was visible to the naked eye.

Whether or not it would be a wild ride after drinking it was unknown, but it would certainly be a peaceful departure.

"Oops, slipped my hand. But this tea looks off, doesn't it?" Qin Nuo said as he scanned the area below the podium.

The students, clueless, asked, "Teacher, is your tea expired?"

"Maybe."

Qin Nuo replied casually, his gaze falling on the gift boxes, a smile appearing on his face. "Let's take a break. I suddenly want to see what kind of caring gifts my dear students have given me."

With that, Qin Nuo picked up one of the blue gift boxes, adorned with a carefully tied butterfly ribbon, the blessing on it full of sincerity.

"Good health and prosperous career, auspicious and long-lasting affection."

Unmoved, Qin Nuo tore off the label and opened the gift box.

The moment it opened, a shiny black centipede suddenly sprang out from the dark box, wrapping around Qin Nuo's hand.

In the next second, the centipede bit into his right wrist, its pincers tearing open a wound, quickly burrowing into the flesh, wriggling under the skin, and crawling rapidly.

Qin Nuo's eyelid twitched, and he showed a pained expression.

He leaned against the wall, clutching his throat with both hands, his mouth agape, his face flushed with blood, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the students below the podium.

Below the podium, however, a burst of joyful cheers erupted, with small fists waving, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The girl with the twin ponytails, who had been so well-behaved and sensible, now shed her facade, her mouth splitting open to reveal white teeth.

She waved a small hand at the dying Qin Nuo, "Teacher, you're so lame, falling for such a simple trap."

Qin Nuo's chest heaved, as if he couldn't catch his last breath, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Below the podium, the students' cheers and jubilation grew even louder.

A blond boy in the front row loudly claimed credit, "That gift box was mine. I'm the one who killed the teacher, don't you all try to take my credit!"

"Teacher Liang is finally dead. Who will be next? I'm so excited."

"Why did the teacher fall for it so easily this time? He's usually so clever. Did he burn out his brain?"

Despite their doubts, all the students were excited.

It seemed that in this class, the highest honor was to kill the teacher.

Laughter filled the classroom, the joyful atmosphere dispelling the eerie vibe.

If you ignored the person collapsed on the podium, it almost seemed like a normal scene.

But soon, the laughter gradually subsided, not because they were tired of laughing, but because they couldn't laugh anymore.

Many students looked at the podium with astonished eyes, their mouths agape, looking quite comical.

On the podium, Qin Nuo stood up again, the dying grimace on his face gone, and he exhaled, muttering, "Feeling a bit dizzy."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and the black centipede emerged from the wound on his wrist, trailing blood as it fell onto the desk.

After writhing a couple of times, it stopped moving.

Qin Nuo picked up the centipede, half-jokingly saying, "While it's understandable to play a little prank, saying blessings while pulling pranks, being two-faced, that makes the teacher a bit unhappy."

With a snap!

Qin Nuo's hand suddenly clenched, crushing the entire centipede in his palm, blue liquid splattering, and when he opened his hand, it was just a pile of remains.

The students below were dumbfounded.

Qin Nuo leaned on the desk, smiling at the many young yet eerie faces, and asked, "Whose gift box was this?"

No one spoke.

The class monitor by the window stood up, lowered her head, and said, "Teacher, we know we were wrong, we won't do it again next time."

"Actually, it's my fault, as the class monitor, for not stopping them immediately. I'm the most guilty, if you want to punish someone, punish me!"

After saying that, she closed her eyes tightly, as if determined to accept punishment, but her small body trembled slightly, showing her fear.

The other students looked at the class monitor, their expressions quite touched.

A few students also stood up, voluntarily taking responsibility.

In an instant, it seemed that Qin Nuo had become the villain!

Qin Nuo looked at her, sighed, and said, "As the class monitor, it's commendable that you realize this."

"You're so sensible, the teacher can't bear to."

The class monitor opened her eyes, blinking her eyelashes, and asked in surprise, "Does that mean the teacher will forgive me and everyone?"

"No, seeing how sincere you are in taking responsibility, we'll go with your suggestion and just punish you," Qin Nuo said.

With that, he pulled out a blood-stained chainsaw, pulling the starter cord, the engine roaring like a wild horse, the iron teeth spinning rapidly, still stained with red flesh.

Seeing the chainsaw, the students were dumbfounded.

The class monitor's already bloodless face turned even paler.

Qin Nuo held the chainsaw, smiling, "Don't be afraid, you know the teacher's temper, I can't bear to be harsh on my beloved students, just a little punishment."

With that, he stepped off the podium with the chainsaw.

Seeing the chainsaw approaching step by step, the class monitor's body truly trembled, retreating two steps in panic.

Originally full of responsibility, she suddenly looked serious, pointing to a seat, and said, "Teacher, on second thought, the one who did wrong should take responsibility, otherwise they won't learn."

"The one who put the bug was Tang Xiaolong, you should go to him!"

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