Chapter 11

Seemingly sensing Zhao Zhu's gaze, the student turned his head and looked out the window at Zhao Zhu. However, he did not stop his actions. Instead, he quickly turned his head back and began to accelerate his thrusts. The female teacher beneath him let out a series of high-pitched moans. Then, the student let out a low growl, apparently reaching the peak of pleasure. He continued to thrust a few more times before pulling out and wiping himself on the teacher's stockings, then put it back into his pants.

Zhao Zhu stood outside the window, watching all of this, feeling as if he were at an AV shooting scene. The student, without a doubt, must be Zhu Jianping. Only he had the ability to hypnotize people in the nearby area and stage such a scene. Zhao Zhu had studied psychology and, being a man himself, understood that many boys in their student days had fantasized about their female teachers (of course, the attractive ones, not the type of the head teacher). Indeed, most could only fantasize in their minds, never daring to act on it.

However, for Zhu Jianping, this was not a problem at all. He easily turned his fantasies into reality through his own methods.

"Snap!"

Zhu Jianping snapped his fingers, and the female teacher began to clean herself, put her clothes back on, and smooth out the wrinkles, including the white liquid on her stockings. However, her eyes and expression still appeared somewhat dazed.

"How was it, did you enjoy the show?" Zhu Jianping walked out of the classroom, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one for himself. After a moment's thought, he offered one to Zhao Zhu.

"I don't smoke," Zhao Zhu refused directly.

Zhu Jianping grunted, not appearing angry. He asked casually, "From the group?"

"Yes, I'm a new member of the group."

"I know you're new. The old members aren't that bored to greet and build relationships in the real world."

"Why?"

"Because it's useless. In the mission worlds, whether you survive depends on yourself—your abilities, potential, courage, and wisdom, not your connections. What are connections in the real world worth? Even if you were the son of the General Secretary, you couldn't do much to other group members in the real world. The administrators are all eagerly waiting for 'purge' missions." Zhu Jianping spoke while exhaling a smoke ring. His smoking posture was a bit strange but seemed more relaxed, as if he had seen through everything and didn't care about anything.

"But since you're close by, I came to check on you." Zhao Zhu's tone was calm. Being close by, it didn't cost much to come and see him, so it was worth it.

Zhu Jianping placed his hand on Zhao Zhu's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Relax, don't resist my consciousness entering."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhu relaxed his mind. He then felt a pressure from the outside of his brain, squeezing him. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he opened his eyes to find himself standing at the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss below. Beside him stood only Zhu Jianping.

"Is this the mental world you created?"

"Exactly." Zhu Jianping glanced down the cliff, somewhat surprised. "Tsk, not bad. Your mental potential is much higher than mine. This cliff represents the depth of your mind, which is crucial for mental development. My own mental depth can't even compare to yours."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you have great potential. If you don't die too early, when you get plot rewards, use 1000 points to enhance your mental abilities first. It will definitely be more effective. Here, I have some leftover mental stimulants from last time. They're not useful to me now, but they can help you stimulate your mental recovery and make your thinking more agile. Of course, the effect won't be as obvious as directly enhancing from the group leader."

"Why help me?"

"Because you have potential, which means you have value. I see potential in you; you're not the kind who can't complete three missions."

Zhu Jianping clapped his hands, and Zhao Zhu felt the sky suddenly darken. Then, a blinding light shone, and Zhao Zhu covered his eyes. After adjusting to the light, he found himself back in the real world, standing in the corridor outside the classroom.

"Heavy water is similar to ordinary water in appearance, but it is slightly denser, with a density of 1.1079 grams per cubic centimeter. Its freezing point is slightly higher at 3.82°C, and its boiling point is 101.42°C. It reacts more slowly in chemical reactions. A molecule of heavy water consists of two deuterium atoms and one oxygen atom, with the molecular formula D2O and a relative molecular mass of 20..."

The female teacher was standing on the podium, earnestly teaching the class. Some students were listening attentively, some were daydreaming, and some were secretly reading novels. Zhu Jianping was one of those who were attentively looking at the blackboard, which Zhao Zhu found somewhat comical, filled with a sense of black humor.

It was still early before the middle school class ended, and Zhao Zhu couldn't stand outside the classroom forever, so he went downstairs and returned to his car to wait. Sitting in the car, he took out his phone. The group chat messages for "The Horror Web Novel" had been flooded to 99+, and he wondered where these people, whose lives were not in their own hands, found so much to talk about.

The current topic of discussion was "human sashimi," a practice where sashimi and sushi are placed on models in some Japanese sushi restaurants to attract more customers. The models, who are usually beautiful and slim, serve as "tables" for the food, making customers linger. Of course, these models are completely naked.

The group was discussing this topic intensely, and many people posted photos, most of which were copied directly from the internet, though some appeared to be taken by the members themselves during their visits. It seemed there were quite a few wealthy members in the group.

"I say, let's charter a plane. Anyone in the group who wants to go, we'll all go to Japan together. I'll cover all the expenses for the round trip. We can visit some high-end shops and maid cafes, not just human sashimi."

This message was sent by a member with the ID "Scholar," and it received many responses, mostly from new members who had only completed one or two missions. The veterans seemed less interested in such activities.

"By the way, don't we have an administrator in Japan?" a member with the ID "Bing" asked.

"Ah, yes, the last purge order, that guy hid in Japan, right? Our administrator 'Time' is a student in Japan, so it's like delivering it right to his doorstep," "Scholar" confirmed.

"I now have a fear of cities with administrators."

"Just don't break the rules, and you'll be fine. If you want to go, please message me privately to sign up. We'll meet in Shanghai," "Scholar" continued organizing.

After reading the group messages for a while, Zhao Zhu touched his nose and looked out the window, only to find that the sky had suddenly turned dark. But how could this be!

The sky darkened suddenly and eerily!

Zhao Zhu instinctively tried to open the car door to check, but it wouldn't budge, as if a huge force was pressing against it from the outside. Then, he saw a face appear in the car window. It was a woman's distorted face, twisted and extremely terrifying. She opened her mouth wide, pressed it against the window, and stared at Zhao Zhu with dead eyes. Zhao Zhu was startled and instinctively moved to the passenger seat. However, a face also appeared in the passenger window, that of a child, pale and cold, with eyes full of cruelty and indifference.

At that moment, his phone vibrated, and a group message appeared. It was a message from an administrator, who likely had the privilege of making messages more noticeable. The administrator's name was "Beiyue."

"There is an abnormal magnetic field change in SZ City. Who from the group is there?"

"It's me. I went to take revenge on Zhu Jianping. Administrator Beiyue, I used my own power, not social connections," a member with the ID "I Am Just a Commoner" said in the group.

"Since the group leader hasn't issued a purge order, it means you haven't violated the rules. The group rules do not prohibit members from fighting and killing each other using their own power."

"Thank you, Administrator Beiyue, hehe."

Reading these messages, Zhao Zhu felt a mix of amusement and frustration. He had truly been caught in the crossfire this time.

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