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  Every part of the original information cube is dissociated, and photons flow through its gaps with a sense of mystery. But now the information square is dimmed, and those tiny squares don't move, as if broken.

  Outsiders will instantly see that the photon of the information party goes out, and then no new miners can enter.

  What about the people in the original information party?

  The inside is probably similar to... a landslide.

   Fu Anan told her story about what happened just now, and what she got was the other children looking at each other in blank dismay.

   "Fu Xiaoan and Nie Anan are still inside."

  Among the group of children, a child named Fu Pingan said.

   "Are they going to die?"

  Another child answered.

   "Maybe, maybe not, just wait."

  It is obviously an extremely sad topic that should not be understood at this age, but they talked about it so calmly.

   This is the kid who survived in the survival game.

  The immature children who couldn't risk their lives to find food were dead.

   It didn’t take much time for the information side to go back to normal after being turned off. These children stood guard in front of the information side for a long time until the time agreed upon by them was exceeded.

  The two children did not come out after all, and the children outside scattered and disappeared into the field.

  They are always like this, a group of groups, using their small bodies to hide and disappear. The youngest child is only a few months old, and he can't walk. He is hugged by the older child.

  Fu An'an stayed with them like this for a month apart. Everyone was poor, so they lived close to the information site, and they were forced to be neighbors for the sake of idol Fu An'an.

   One month has passed, and the game is about to begin.

  Listening to the familiar sound of the game, Fu Anan closed his eyes, and swiped his body to get a message out of thin air.

  【Welcome back to the survival game. This round is an interference game. There will be 15 players playing with you.

  Current Game: Choose

   If you live to be 30 years old in this round of the game, you will pass the game

  There is a dealer player in this round of the game, if you find him, you will have the possibility to get game props]

   "What is a dealer player? What do game props do?"

  The first time she heard this word, she was very curious.

  【In this game, you will know what dealer players and game props are. 】

   "The game will live to be thirty years old, so long?"

  【The system has no obligation to explain to you, please play hard】

  What a cool system.

   After saying this, it ignores people. The fog in front of him cleared, and there appeared... a classroom.

  On the podium, a middle-aged man with thick black-rimmed glasses was writing on the blackboard with his back facing her. His shirt was wet with sweat and stuck to his back. There is no air-conditioning in the classroom, and six ceiling fans are whirring around, blowing hot air downward. Fu Anan looked at the crowded classroom. The door sign outside said Class 2 of the third grade, and there was a mobile red flag hanging under the sign.

   Soon the man’s writing on the blackboard was finished. He picked up the branch on the podium and slapped it **** the table to attract the attention of the students below.

   "Students in the graduating class should look like junior high school students!

   After finishing speaking, the small voices and small movements below disappeared, and all of them looked up at the teacher above.

  The teacher looked at their cooperation, and the expression on his face softened a bit, "I told you before, have you discussed with your parents whether you choose to study in high school or vocational high school?"

   "We have discussed it."

   Dozens of students below responded cooperatively.

   "Well. The teacher will distribute volunteer forms to you now, and you can fill them out according to the content discussed with your parents."

  The teacher took a stack of volunteer forms and handed them out one by one.

  Fu Anan took the watch and looked at it, and there were only three simple lines on it:

  First-time promotion volunteers to fill in the form:

normal high school()

  Vocational high school ()

   Is this the first choice?

  Fu Anan held the pen, not knowing which one to choose, so she turned her head and looked around, wanting to see what others chose.

   "I fill in my own volunteers, do I still need to look at other people's for this kind of thing?"

  The teacher seems to have eyes on the back of her head, and can see her every move.

  Fu Anan quickly retracted his gaze, and refocused his gaze on the piece of paper.

  Ordinary high school or vocational middle school, which one is better?

  Ordinary high school sounds ordinary, and vocational middle school feels a little more powerful.

  But the more powerful it is, the harder it is.

  Because of careful consideration, she chose the one with common in that name.

   Not long after, everyone finished choosing.

The teacher asked the students in the last row to put away the volunteer forms, and then looked at the scores selectively, "There are high grades and low grades, and schools are close and far away, but there is no absolute life, and there is no absolute good or bad. Choose the one that suits you best, otherwise you will make a wrong step and make a wrong step.”

   After speaking, he looked towards the back row.

  The squinting eyes look like a smile but not a smile, which makes people feel flustered immediately, and can't help but wonder if they chose the right one? Or did you choose the wrong one? Why didn't you say this reminder when you first chose?

  Fu Anan looked at the teacher's smile on the stage, and suddenly felt a deep malice.

   "Okay, no matter whether you choose an ordinary high school or a vocational high school, you must study hard."

  The teacher casually reminded them, and then asked them to take out all the test papers under their desks, and began to explain the above questions.

  Foreign language, mathematics, Chinese, comprehensive literature, comprehensive science.

  Five subjects take turns.

  Fu Anan listened very carefully at first, but the teacher's lecture speed was too slow, and there were reference answers to the test paper at the back, and the analysis was very detailed, so she buried her head and never listened to it again.

  The teacher didn't care.

  In the background of the lecture, she spent one afternoon doing two-thirds of the test papers.

   Then, amidst a rush of bells for the end of get out of class, school was finally over.

  The NPC students in the classroom ran out of the classroom as quickly as birds released from a cage. Just as Fu Anan followed them out of the room, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and it was replaced by a slightly dilapidated room.

  The room is cramped and somewhat damp.

  There is only a small bed, a wardrobe, and a desk inside, and she is standing in this room with her schoolbag on her back.

  Before she put down her schoolbag, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a woman with a cooking shovel and an apron appeared from inside. What is a little scary is that the head of this woman is a cloud of black mist, and a voice came out of the black mist, "Fu An'an, fill out the volunteer form today, what did you write?"

  Her head was covered in black mist, and her voice was normal, but the shovel in her hand flickered, as if she would pick it up if she got a wrong answer.

   Fu Anan looked at the shovel in her hand, took a step back, recalled the two options just now in her mind, hesitated for a moment between lying and telling the truth,

   "I chose...ordinary middle school."

   Don’t you all miss Brother Fu? Take out the magnifying glass and look for it~

   Good night~