CH 136.2

The discussion among the players intensified, “Fuck, so the people who disappeared were from our class?”

“Oh my god, what the hell is going on? After nine days of peace, has the school started killing people?”

“Maybe they are just late?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, can someone explain what’s going on?”

“Although I know that three students have disappeared from our class, the strange thing is that I don’t know who the three players are. Do any of you remember?”

“No, I don’t remember.”

“I don’t remember either.”

“Three players disappeared from our class? It was really our class, wasn’t it? Didn’t our class start out with only 47 people?”

“Huh, yeah, there were only 47 people, were there 3 extra players?”

Bai Lixin silently observed the players’ reactions, in just a few minutes, they went from the initial panic to numbness, and finally completely forgot about those three players.

It was as if they had never existed.

Bai Lixin patted Xia Chi’s hand and pointed to a position at the end, “Xia Chi, do you still remember the students there?”

Xia Chi looked at Bai Lixin in confusion, “Brother, no one has ever sat there. Wasn’t it always empty?”

Bai Lixin and Su Fan looked at each other: “……”

There was nothing more despondent than having existed but being forgotten.

Bai Lixin remembered Chairman Huang’s meaningful sentence at the award ceremony.

When he heard he was in Class B, Chairman Huang said, “the road is paved with hardships”, was this the hardship he was talking about?

A shock went through his mind, and he felt a blur in his mind, as if some memories were disappearing.

He took out a small carving knife from his backpack.

As soon as he finished writing with the carving knife, the memory of those three players completely disappeared from his mind.

He turned his head to look at Su Fan, and heard Su Fan ask, “What are you doing with a knife?”

Bai Lixin lowered his head and was also a little stunned to see the marks that had just been carved on the corner of the table.

What was he doing with the knife?

He had a good memory, but he had forgotten why he had picked up the knife and carved it on the table.

Had he lost some memory?

What memory had he lost? Why did he want to carve on the table?

In a trance, Bai Lixin asked S419M in his head: [Do you know what just happened?]

S419M: [I don’t know, Lord Host].

Escape System: [I don’t know either.]

Bai Lixin stared at the tabletop in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He stared at the desk for a while, then looked up at the classroom, and his attention finally fell on the last three empty desks.

He tugged at Xia Chi, “Xia Chi, were those three tables occupied before?”

Xia Chi’s expression was full of confusion, “No, brother, you asked me earlier, why are you asking me again?”

Bai Lixin froze.

He had already asked about them?

How could he not remember?

Bai Lixin, “When did I ask you?”

Xia Chi, “Two minutes ago.”

It was no coincidence that he had asked the same question twice and within two minutes.

The teacher had not yet entered the classroom and Bai Lixin walked to the last three desks.

The desks were clean, with no sign that anyone had been sitting in them.

Just as he was about to return to his place, the corner of eyes swept over a corner.

In the crevice of the top right corner of the table was a strand of yellow hair.

Yellow hair? Did any of the players in this copy have yellow hair?

He took the yellow hair and twirled it in his hand, then returned to his seat and stared at it in thought.

He opened the task bar, looked at the death toll on it, and his expression became solemn.

“Xia Chi,” Bai Lixin called out to Xia Chi again, “The task bar says 19 players have died so far, do you remember how they all died?”

Xia Chi didn’t even have to think about it, “18 people died at the beginning when we ran to the gate and one died at night when he left the school.”

He blinked, “What’s wrong, brother? You look a bit stoned, is there something wrong with you?”

Bai Lixin, “So, do you remember any player with yellow hair this copy?”

Xia Chi thought hard and finally shook his head, “No, I don’t think so, except for Su Fan, who killed the matte with white hair, the rest have black hair.”

Su Fan: “……”

You don’t want to live, do you? You’re the one who’s killing the matte, your whole family is killing the matte.

Bai Lixin twirled the blonde hair around his index finger and thumb, and nodded, “Okay, I get it.”

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In the live broadcast room.

[What’s going on? They seem to have collective amnesia.]

[Not amnesia, but forgetfulness. They forgot the players who had no sense of existence.]

[Even God Xin lost his memory, it’s scary.]

[They seem to have been there, and then they weren’t.]

[Isn’t this the punishment for failing in the game? If we die in the game, any trace of our existence in reality will be completely erased.]

[Hiss, the irony of a copy. You see, the pressure on the top students is to study hard, the pressure on the middle band students is to be too mediocre, and the pressure on the bottom students is to be abused and despised. It’s not easy in any section, eh.]

[I can’t even tell which class is the worst.]

[I think they’re all pretty bad, but I think Class B is the worst, at least Class A and C have a presence, but not Class B. I feel it’s the worst because I am a mediocre person, what I do is ordinary, and I can’t stand out if put in a pile of people. The worst thing about people like us is that we have very little to say so we can’t stand out no matter what we do.]

[Actually, most people fall in the Class B category, and there are fewer A and C categories.]

[Yeah, we’re all ordinary. When a person can honestly accept their mediocrity, then they are awake.]

[Laughing to death, you can choose not to compromise.]

[I envy you guys. I would be in Class C if this analogy is true. The teacher would catch me whenever I got a little lazy. I was always the focus of the teacher’s attention, it was hard.]

[I was in the top three in junior high, middle school and high school, but whenever I dropped out of the top three, I’d get pressure from my parents, teachers and myself. People say that students who do well enjoy studying, but I never felt happy, I only felt pain. I was always afraid, afraid of doing badly in my exams. I used to be the top student in my area, but when I went to university I realized that others were even better.]

[I can only say that no one is perfect, so refuse to pressure yourself and stay safe. Guys, we are all mortals it is not difficult to admit defeat when it comes to it.]

[…You’re the one who can’t! I can do it!]

[Hahah, I also can.]

[Who? You?]

[Roll!]

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