This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"So that's the case, I know."

After asking the last classmate question, take off your clothes and record the current situation, and then start to analyze.

Right now, he can't be sure whether he is dreaming, traveling through time, or something else. The only thing he can be sure of is that his memory and body have returned to the state of twelve years old, but his experience and technology accumulation seem to be still there.

Through interaction and questioning with other students, he found that he has mastered a lot of skills, including but not limited to the ability to identify whether the other party is lying in a few seconds, the ability to feel the key information of the other party through intuition, and the ability to quickly grasp the other party's XP system ability etc.

After rationally using these special abilities, he successfully made several classmates die perfectly.

After warning them not to tell what happened today, he took off his clothes and hooked his fingers at the student closest to him.

The male classmate looked at him blankly, then began to take off his pants with a look of grief and indignation.

"...I just asked you to hand over the snacks in your pocket, I'm a little hungry now."

Only then did the other party suddenly realize, and in a panic, he took a bag of "Mimi" with both hands.

This kind of shrimp crackers costs 50 cents a pack, but I can't afford to take off my clothes, and now I feel a little bit emotional when I see it.

He tore open the package, took off his clothes, put half of the shrimp sticks in his mouth, chewed hard, and then frowned suspiciously.

"Why do these shrimp crackers have no taste?"

"Impossible! I promise this thing is purer than my virgin body!"

"Have you been developed something incredible. Forget it, everyone, hand over your snacks!"

Faced with taking off their clothes in the form of a big devil, these students could only line up one by one and put the snacks in their pockets on the podium.

Suddenly, a student raised his hand, pointed at another student and shouted, "Brother Wang, I will report! He has hidden crispy noodles!"

Another student blushed instantly, pointed at the other party and stammered, "You, how can you defile someone's innocence out of thin air!"

He took off his clothes and walked directly over, knocked on the other party's En Macao, and then took out the crispy noodles that he had kept privately from between the other party's legs, and gave half of it to the informant.

Ignoring the whistleblower's thanks, he took off his clothes and poured the crispy noodles into his mouth, wiping the corners of his mouth.

"It smells."

Returning to the podium, he began to eat the students' snacks under the envious eyes of everyone.

"Coke has a taste."

"Tang monk meat has no taste."

"Hillbilly marinated eggs, delicious."

"Spicy strips, with flavor."

"Taibai rabbit toffee, tasteless."

After trying all kinds of snacks, I took off my clothes and found that as long as I have eaten something before, it must have a taste.

If it's something you haven't eaten, it may or may not have a taste.

"In this way, I understand that the things I have eaten have taste, and the things I have not eaten may be eaten in the future, so this part of the memory is preserved, so there is a taste. It seems that the shady cause of all this There is no way to create memories that don't exist out of thin air, all memories must be extracted from myself."

After thinking for a moment, I took off my clothes and heard the bell for the end of get out of class.

After clapping his hands, he kicked the teacher on the ground: "What are you doing in a daze, get out of class is over, ready to leave school."

"Oh, oh, ok. Wait, we have three classes left."

"Yes, sorry, my memory is a bit confused."

"Then the next class...is it still on?"

"You are a teacher, you ask me? Whatever you want."

Walking out of the classroom, taking off his clothes, ignoring the breath of relief behind him, he began to check the school.

Walking all the way to the school gate, took off his clothes, walked around the security booth at the gate, and looked outside.

Outside the school is the street in memory.

It had just rained at this time, and the rainwater mixed with the soil on the ground, and was run over by bicycles and motor vehicles, forming twisted soil traces.

The willow tree at the door is still pouring down the rain,

The dust attached to the leaves is washed away by the rain, so that the leaves reveal a new green color.

Not long after the rain stopped, the vehicles transporting coal were noisily passing by the door, and the splashed sludge hit the tricycles of the open-air vendors nearby, causing a series of shouts and curses.

He took off his clothes and squinted his eyes for a while, until the security guard found the sneaky junior high school student at the door and ordered him to go back, then he ended his observation and turned back to the school.

The second class has already started.

Instead of going back to class, he looked through the back door from classroom to classroom to see if it was full.

If his conjecture is correct, the shady here cannot create non-existent memories, then the number of people in other classrooms should be very small.

And his observations confirmed his inference.

Almost half of the classrooms of the same grade can be filled, but once the classrooms of the higher grades are reached, there are very few people inside.

There are even no teachers in some classrooms, which indicates that he may not have seen these teachers in the future.

The only exception was in two classrooms of the same grade.

The students in these two classrooms were full, and he took off his clothes to make sure that he didn't know at least half of them.

"There are two classrooms that are full. It may be that I will transfer to another class in the future. But I am more inclined to another possibility, that is, there are my kind here."

Pushing open the door of Class One, Grade One, he walked towards the teacher politely, and whispered in the other's ear: "I know what you watched last night."

The teacher turned pale in an instant, pulled out the wallet tremblingly, pulled out the pink banknotes and asked, "How much do you want?"

"No money, I will lend you a lesson."

"This is the physical education teacher's class."

He took off his clothes and glanced at the mathematical formulas on the blackboard, and waved his hand helplessly: "Then please tell the physical education teacher, I will lend him a lesson."

Send the math teacher away, take off your clothes and start observing the students here.

Normal students should be at a loss and puzzled at this time, which is the proper reaction to sudden situations.

But in the eyes of a student, undressing detects distinctly unusual emotions.

The other party is excited.

I don't understand why the other party is excited when I take off my clothes, but as long as I know that the other party is different, then he is likely to be the target I want to find.

Pointing to the handsome boy, he took off his clothes and said directly, "You, come out with me."

"okay!"

The other party jumped up excitedly like a puppy who was going for a walk, followed behind taking off his clothes, and came to the stairs outside the classroom together.

Sitting down on the stairs, the boy who was called out asked excitedly: "Are you also a person who feels abnormal? After I woke up, I felt that my whole body was not right, and I felt that I shouldn't be here. And I also awakened super Ability, I can see the surrounding situation clearly with my eyes closed, and I can even see through! See through, what did you do! I can even see the paper of today's math test!"

"Didn't you do anything else? You look like one of those criminals."

"No! Don't insult my character, okay? You won't have a sense of mystery after seeing that kind of thing."

"I don't think anyone who peeks at the exam papers has any character."

"You look cute, but your words are so poisonous."

"Don't worry about those details, call me classmate Wang, how do you call me?"

"Ji Ruoxia, the hero of the hero, not the Xia of Wanxia. My father, old Jin Yong, is fascinated, so he named me this."

With a long sigh, Ji Ruoxia continued: "But I don't know why, they always like to reverse the first two words of my name, and I become a weak chicken man in the end."

"Pfft." He took off his clothes and smiled unscrupulously.

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