This Group of Players Are All Slimes

After reading the translation sent by Wang Lang, the three players were speechless.

The scumbag and weak chicken man frowned, and was the first to remember the horror of being dominated by the quadrant back then.

Rubbing his face, he said helplessly, "Look at what you've done to these children, how did you make them look like?"

"If it's really those children from back then, they should be your grandma."

"Grandma is pretty good too, don't worry, I'll go in first. Veterans in the live broadcast room, I opened the door to the new world for you!"

Pushing open the door at the end of the tunnel, Weak Chicken Man jumped in first.

Then, he couldn't get out.

He took off his clothes and carefully stuck 3l to the door, then poked his head out, showing half of his face to look at the situation inside.

Here is a classroom.

From the decoration point of view, it is not much different from the classroom in reality.

There are portraits of slimes of various colors hanging on the wall. The portraits have been a little yellowed after time, but it can still be seen that the paintings on them are all players.

On the other side facing the secret door are several windows, from which one can see an exquisite and elegant city, dotted with dots of light, but there is not a single walking demon.

These demons should all be in different classrooms.

At this moment, the classroom that can accommodate forty people is full of demons of all colors.

Some of these demons are sound and light, and some are slugs.

Now, they were all staring at the blackboard in front of them with dull faces, singing those formulas like machines.

The weak chicken man who jumped in first also sat down in a corner, looking at the blackboard, as if he had lost his ability to move, and only looked at the blackboard.

Turning his gaze to the blackboard, he took off his clothes and found that there was no one there.

On the flat blackboard, there was only one piece of chalk standing on the blackboard in an absolutely vertical relationship, and lines of bloody characters were written on it.

While taking off his clothes to observe the chalk, he suddenly heard a stern voice: "Why don't you come in?"

He took off his clothes and froze for a moment.

There was a trance in front of his eyes, as if someone had added a blur filter to his eyes, making everything around him unreal.

After the filter disappeared, he found himself standing in front of the junior high school classroom with a tattered schoolbag on his back.

Raising his hands, he looked at the immature hands suspiciously, full of confusion in his heart.

Why am I here?

He always felt as if he had forgotten something.

He shouldn't be here.

"Why don't you come in! You're so arrogant when you're late!"

A piece of chalk flew over from the front and hit his undressed forehead directly, causing him to feel a burst of pain.

Not dreaming?

Squinting his eyes and looking at the podium, he saw the disgusted middle-aged female class teacher, and saw a room full of classmates, all looking at him maliciously.

"Crazy son, he is also crazy in the end! If you don't want to come in, forget it, don't come in in the future! You can go wherever you like in the future, don't be in my class!"

The laughter in the classroom became louder.

Looking over one by one, I gradually remembered the names of these people after taking off my clothes.

Shit baby, shit egg, toilet big eater, undressed little prince...

But after taking off his clothes, he couldn't remember why he was here.

There seemed to be a fault in his memory, which made him feel like he was just a twelve-year-old junior high school student, and he couldn't remember anything after that.

"No, I shouldn't be twelve years old. I was obviously confused just now, and my current intelligence level doesn't look like twelve years old. In other words, my memory after twelve years old was artificially erased , and sent it back here? Why?"

He picked up the chalk on the ground, took off his clothes, and went to the chemical preparation room directly according to the layout in memory.

After rubbing some chalk powder in the keyhole, he pulled out the wire from the strap of the schoolbag, easily opened the old-fashioned door lock, and walked in.

It's class time now,

So the chemistry prep room was empty.

He took out the mask from the cabinet, a few test tubes and a few small pieces of sodium stored in the reagent. He filled the test tube with half a glass of water, wrapped the sodium carefully with wire, and hung it on the wall of the test tube. Use the cork to tightly match the tightness.

After preparing three devices of the same type, he returned to the classroom.

The homeroom teacher who saw him coming back was about to tell him to get out, took off his clothes and threw the things he had prepared at the other party's feet.

The water and sodium in the test tube began to mix with each other in the air, immediately began a violent chemical reaction, and produced a large amount of white mist.

The rapidly rising pressure caused the entire test tube to burst directly, and the scalding water directly sprinkled the class teacher all over, making her scream uncontrollably.

He locked the classroom door behind him, took off his clothes and raised another beaker, and shouted to the stunned students: "Don't move, sulfuric acid, don't come here if you don't want to die."

The few students closest to him stood up quickly, and then stiffly retreated to their original positions.

He kicked the head teacher aside who was still screaming, took off his clothes and stepped on the other's head, and asked softly, "How many children do you have?"

"What are you doing to my child!"

"Mother instinct, I have to say, although you are a hopeless scum-level teacher, you are still remarkable in this respect. Daughter? Three years old?"

"You, what are you going to do?"

The head teacher was no longer as rampant as before, and his voice was trembling.

"Don't be nervous, just to make sure, I'm different from a lowly guy like you, I won't start with other people's children. Interesting, I don't know your child's information, but just now I have an intuition that you should have A daughter, and it's three years old. It's funny, I was erased after the age of twelve, but I should have some special abilities, intuition is one of them. Who am I in the future, X Professor?"

Standing up, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the classmates in front of him.

I have to say that twelve-year-olds are really easy to deal with.

If someone just escaped when he was bullying the teacher and called other teachers, then he should be taken away now and the parents should be invited.

Unfortunately, they wasted the most precious opportunity.

However, he is still twelve years old now, so he doesn't have to bear criminal responsibility. In addition, because of his father's illness, his family has been ruined, and he can't pay anything civilly. It can be said that he is the most suitable age.

Perhaps the thought of taking off his clothes was regarded as hesitation by the head teacher, and the head teacher lying on the ground shouted again: "Student Wang, I warn you..."

"Do you think I will be sentenced to several years if I kill you now?"

The teacher in charge quickly shut up.

Taking off his clothes now made him feel extremely strange, and she had a feeling that the other party seemed to really do it.

Although she looked like a twelve-year-old child, there was a strong aura on the other party that made her give up resistance.

Satisfied, the class teacher nodded, took off his clothes and looked at the silent students in front of him, and said with a smile: "Now, please help me complete a small experiment. I always feel that there are more secrets in me."

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