I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

"Do you have any perfect solutions?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked calmly.

Answer wrong, get hit with a ruler; answer right, still get hit with a ruler.

It seemed entirely dependent on that guy's mood.

Not answering wasn't an option, and hitting the teacher was even less so. It was as if all possible escape routes were blocked.

"There must be a reason," Qin Nuo murmured.

The previous students answered correctly without issue, so why did Gu Shuqin have a problem?

Qin Nuo opened his math notebook, looking at Li Xiaoming's previous notes, then glanced at the blackboard.

Meanwhile, the noise from the classmates grew louder.

Mr. Yan stood on the podium, still wearing that warm, sunny smile.

Was he planning not to go up and answer?

That might be an even worse choice.

That Mr. Yan was an unpredictable guy, with a twisted and perverse mind hidden beneath his refined and handsome exterior.

Simply giving an answer that displeased him could get your throat slit.

Defying him openly would likely lead to an even worse fate.

Unaffected by external influences, Qin Nuo quickly observed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. At that moment, Mr. Yan also spoke with a smile: "Class monitor, you don't seem too eager to come up and answer?"

Seeing his smiling expression, the players' hearts skipped a beat.

Qin Nuo looked up and smiled slightly, "Teacher, you misunderstood. I was just thinking about the question."

With that, Qin Nuo stepped out of his seat, picked up a piece of chalk, and began solving the last problem on the far right of the blackboard.

Soon, he solved the problem with ease.

Qin Nuo put the chalk back in the box, looked at Mr. Yan, and asked, "Teacher, how did I do?"

The players watched Mr. Yan's expression change.

Mr. Yan looked for a few seconds before retracting his gaze and smiling with satisfaction, "You answered very well."

Like a magic trick, four candies appeared in his hand, which he handed to Qin Nuo: "These are your candy rewards."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Qin Nuo thanked him politely and accepted the candies, which were common candies, wrapped in plain paper similar to White Rabbit candies but without any designs or logos.

"They seem ordinary, just regular candies?" he thought, but instinctively felt they might have another use, so he stored them in his pocket.

Then, he stepped down from the podium.

"Wait a moment."

Mr. Yan's voice suddenly came from behind.

Qin Nuo felt a chill run down his spine.

The players below twitched at the corners of their eyes, as if they could already see the impending horror.

"There's no escaping it."

"This is a death sentence question; whoever answers dies!"

Feeling the chill behind him, Qin Nuo paused and calmly turned around, "What's the matter, teacher?"

Mr. Yan extended a hand, not with a ruler, but with two more candies.

"Your answer was very satisfactory. As the class monitor, you deserve an extra reward of two candies."

Qin Nuo accepted the candies, thanked him again, and returned to his seat.

The players were momentarily speechless.

He actually got back to his seat without incident?

"How did he do it?"

"Or was it all up to Mr. Yan's mood? Or maybe because of his status as class monitor, he wasn't punished?"

The players were baffled, each feeling confused.

But soon, one or two quick-thinking players noticed something, and their expressions calmed down.

Back at his seat, the Blood-Eyed Ghost couldn't help but ask, "Was it just luck?"

"When he called you, I was already thinking about how to pull you back."

Qin Nuo shook his head and replied, "It wasn't luck."

"This Mr. Yan, he seems refined on the surface, but he's actually twisted inside."

"His unpredictable nature is due to his narrow-mindedness. On those math problems, I noticed he has his own way of solving them, and the whole class must follow his method."

"Using any other method, in his eyes, becomes a form of provocation and humiliation."

"Moreover, the students who weren't punished all added a smiley face at the end of their answers, which I think is his way of expressing possessiveness."

"Like a forbidden fruit, it must have its own mark."

"Gu Shuqin, however, used her own method, solving it more perfectly. Perfect as it was, in his eyes, it became a challenge."

"That's why her outcome was so tragic."

"She was being too clever for her own good."

At this point, Qin Nuo couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "What a 'good teacher' indeed."

It wasn't a particularly difficult mystery to uncover.

Some quick-witted and observant players would generally notice.

Those still in the dark, thinking it was just luck, would be eliminated sooner or later.

Every instance was like this.

Only the quick-thinking and observant players could continue playing; the rest were mostly eliminated in various courting death ways.

The game's duration would effectively filter and categorize these two types of people.

To the relief of the other players, the thrilling question session ended with Qin Nuo.

But this was just the first lesson, akin to a time bomb temporarily paused.

The subsequent classes were much more normal.

Mr. Yan stood on the podium, explaining simple sixth-grade knowledge, occasionally interacting with the students in the front row. Some active students would also raise their hands to ask questions during the explanations.

The students' joyful laughter occasionally echoed in the classroom, and Mr. Yan's gentle and refined image captivated many female students.

If you ignored the bloody things on the podium, any normal person would think this was a handsome, good teacher imparting knowledge to well-behaved students.

Ding ding ding!!

The long forty minutes finally ended with a crisp bell signaling the end of class.

"That's all for today's lesson. When you go home, review today's content well. I'll continue asking questions next class," Mr. Yan said as he organized his textbooks.

"Okay!" the students responded enthusiastically.

The players, however, broke out in a cold sweat.

Nodding with a smile, Mr. Yan picked up his textbooks and umbrella at the door and left the classroom.

The heavy rain outside gradually lessened and stopped at this moment.

The students picked up their backpacks, organized their textbooks, and left the classroom.

The players, in order to play their roles, didn't talk to the other players. After packing up, they picked up their backpacks and followed the crowd out of the classroom.

The girl with twin ponytails, named Huang Xia, wanted to walk home with Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo, playing Li Xiaoming, coldly refused, saying he had something to do and told her to go home by herself.

He also handed back the glass bottle filled with Thousand Paper Cranes to Huang Xia.

Huang Xia's expression was dazed, not quite understanding, and her small face showed obvious sadness.

Qin Nuo watched her, afraid she might suddenly turn ghostly and do something terrifying.

But Huang Xia suddenly laughed, a smile that was indescribably strange.

"I know, you're not satisfied with this gift, right? Don't worry, next time I'll give you a gift you'll be satisfied with!"

With that, Huang Xia crushed the glass bottle, scattering the Thousand Paper Cranes and glass shards all over the ground, stomping them into a dirty mess.

"No, what I meant was..."

Qin Nuo wanted to explain, but Huang Xia had already skipped away.

Qin Nuo felt helpless, unable to understand.

How could such a young girl insist on being a simp?