While Xia Yihui spoke, the barrage in the live broadcast room rolled rapidly.

Love the long legs: This NPC is the principal, right? Yooooooo, who looks pretty in a suit

Adobe Family Tiankeng: This school is really magical. Students are forced to kill each other, but the principal enjoys it in such a luxurious place...

Braised Pot Crayfish: What No. 1? Does the anchor know him?

Huahua: No, this is NPC. Boss, your social circle has expanded to NPC?

Although everyone was still joking, they couldn't help but be curious in their words.

"No. 1?" The white-haired young man was also confused and tilted his head to think about it. He seemed to suddenly realize, "Are you talking about this building? That's right, this is the principal's office of the teaching building No. 1. I am the principal. Is there anything you need to ask me for?"

Hearing this sentence, Xia Yihui's messy mind paused. He carefully observed the young man in front of him and then realized something was wrong.

If this person was really number 1, he would have pounced over long ago, hugging himself tightly like an octopus, acting coquettishly and wanting to hug him.

The man in front of him looked leisurely and calm, which was really different from the soft and cuteness of No. 1. Their temperaments were too different.

And the most important thing is that the age is wrong.

Xia Yihui entered the institute at the age of 16 and met the 6-year-old experimental subject No. 1. At that time, No. 1 was too young and his body was fragile. He might die if he injected something casually, and it was difficult to take good care of it, so no one was willing to accept him.

Xia Yihui is a newcomer and was forced to take on this thankless task. Fortunately, No. 1 has a soft and sweet personality, which is quite worry-free. He is still happy to take such a child.

Ten years have passed.

Xia Yihui, 26, took over the new research project, and all the experimental subjects under his name were transferred, including 16-year-old No. 1.

A few days later, something happened to the institute. Then Xia Yihui entered such an escape game.

The number 1 I remember is still a 16-year-old pale boy with a little baby fat on his face.

Although the pale man in a suit had a face similar to No. 1, he was obviously bigger than No. 1 and looked twenty-five or sixty.

If you have to describe it, this person is more like the adult version of No. 1.

Either the first day suddenly grew 10 years old overnight, or Xia Yihui's memory was missing for ten years.

Another possibility is to recognize the wrong person.

There are all kinds of strange things in the world. China has so many people, and it is not too rare to have one or two people who look like each other.

Thinking of this, Xia Yihui shook his head and explained: "You look a bit like a child I know, and I just saw it wrong."

The white-haired man smiled curiously and said, "Do you look like me? Will there be children who look so anxious?"

"I don't know if the child is anxious or not." Xia Yi glanced at the black gold-plated nameplate with the word "principal" written on the desk, and said meaningfully: "But I have never seen a principal as young as you."

"You've seen it now." The white-haired man said with deep eyes and seriousness: "In everyone's impression, the principal is a middle-aged and greasy man with a bald beer belly. I can understand your surprise, but not seeing it before does not mean it does not exist. You must know that there are always people who are young and promising."

Xia Yihui didn't say anything, but turned his head and squinted his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.

This room is very strange. It can be seen that the overall decoration is in the style of a Chinese master, but the furniture in the room is luxurious European. When the two are combined, it looks very inconsistent and quite inconsistent.

In addition, Xia Yihui also saw two small nails on the south-facing wall with sharp eyes. These two small nails were hidden very deeply. If you didn't look carefully, you might just skip them.

Before entering the research institute, Xia Yihui had played digital oil paintings and often came into contact with such traceless nails. The nail head would be covered with a layer of plastic, and there was a small groove on the plastic, which specifically stuck oil painting frames and other objects.

This means that something has definitely been hung on this wall, including medals, oil paintings, ink paintings, etc. However, due to the hasty transformation of people and decorations later, some inconspicuous places naturally leaked.

At a glance, I could only get this information for the time being. Xia Yi retracted his gaze and turned to his face with a smiling face.

He sat down casually on the chair in front of the desk, crossed his legs and put his palm down his chin, looking quite casual, as if he was coming to his own home. It was precisely because of this action that the two of them were getting closer.

The leisure on the face of the white-haired young man suddenly shattered, his pupils dilated slightly, his breathing became rapid, and even his eyes began to turn red, and his face was full of uncontrollable excitement.

Seeing his reaction, Xia Yihui frowned and inexplicably stepped back a little. He reached out and clicked the ashtray on the desk, half-supported his face and squinted his eyes: "Mr. Principal, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Smoke?" The white-haired young man was stunned for a moment.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was also confused. There were so many people with tiger teeth outside, and Xia Yihui didn't hurry up and asked about the dungeon. He actually had the time to ask about the matters related to the dungeon. He still wanted to smoke? Do you really think he was playing simulation management?

Some viewers were even more anxious than Xia Yihui and cursed in the barrage, urging Xia Yihui to do things quickly and not talk nonsense.

Although the fans wanted to speak for Xia Yi, they really couldn't think of a reason. After holding it in for a long time, they only said: It's not a waste of time to smoke a cigarette.

Obviously, the fans' explanations cannot soothe the manic masses, and for a moment, everyone scolded them even more.

The online world is a battlefield for the weak to vent their tyrannical emotions.

Many people are eliminated and are dissatisfied. Therefore, no matter what Xia Yihui does, there are always people who will pick on the bones in the eggs and keep holding on.

The two sides held their own opinions and argued endlessly, and the live broadcast room was in chaos.

Xia Yi glanced at the barrage without explaining, but looked at the white-haired young man with a bright look.

After experiencing the initial stagnation, the white-haired young man finally came back to his senses. He looked at the drawer with a "swish", and he was eagerly searching inside, saying happily as he searched: "It's such a great honor to serve you~"

Xia Yihui still had a smile on her face, and she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Under the desk is a chest of cabinets with three-layer drawers.

The white-haired young man opened the first floor first, searched in it for a few seconds, and quickly closed it. Then he opened the second floor and turned it over, and the documents and papers were flying everywhere, but there was still no smoke.

Just when he was disappointed, a bag of strawberry swelling beads was finally found in the third floor.

"Ah!" the white-haired young man screamed in surprise, and a smile appeared on his face. It was like a child taking out his most precious thing. He held the bag of strawberry swelling beads in both hands and carefully presented it to Xia Yihui.

Xia Yihui lowered her eyes and stared at the pack of cigarettes, reached out to pick them up, and pulled them back, but the cigarette didn't move.

The white-haired young man breathed rapidly, secretly observing Xia Yihui's expression, climbed up along the smoke, and slowly touched Xia Yihui's hand.

Xia Yihui: "...what are you doing?"

The white-haired young man did not answer, and almost obsessed with holding Xia Yihui's hand. He drew a little along the fingers, and finally stuffed his fingers into the fingers. His five fingers were intertwined, and he raised his head with satisfaction and sighed with lingering sigh.

"Have you touched enough?" Xia Yihui looked at him coldly, "Mr. Principal, do you have a hand-loving sex?"

"..." Realizing his loss of composure, the white-haired young man suddenly pulled his hand back. He paused, and raised his eyes and explained, "Your hands are so beautiful, I just want to see them."

Just want to see why I still touched it? Xia Yihui was speechless and had a slight disgust.

I wanted to deal with it for a while, but I completely lost interest.

Xia Yihui directly labeled the white-haired young man as a 'pervert' in his heart, and said coldly: "You don't seem to know where the smoke is. You just came to this place and haven't had time to investigate the scene yet?"

The white-haired young man was stunned and said, "The room has just been renovated, and I just don't remember where the cigarette is placed."

Xia Yihui was too lazy to deal with it and said bluntly: "Your skill should be related to disguising clothes. Although I don't know why you want to redecorate the room, it is these decorations that have exposed you too many flaws. Do you need me to understand it at all?"

I thought that after saying these words, the white-haired youth would continue to defend or be upset. As a result, he was not only not able to see through the embarrassment of tricks, but instead said excitedly: "It is worthy of being Xia Yihui of no.7. Your insight is so scary."

"Going the award." Xia Yihui shrugged, "Can you answer my question now?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly exploded, and everyone was confused about this development.

Countless people exclaimed in front of the screen. Is this principal fake? Is it the player pretending to be NPC?

Those who cursed Xia Yihui's time just now also shut up and felt that the face was being beaten.

The school uniforms cannot be taken off in the dungeon, nor can they add a coat. Under this premise, if they were facing the current situation, they would definitely not question the identity of the man in the suit. If they continue to develop, they will be completely disappointed.

Simply put, the rules of the dungeon are like a shackle to trap everyone's thinking. Everyone cannot break out of this inherent pattern and can only follow the rules of the game. But Xia Yihui is different. He jumps out of the rules and looks at the problem from a third-party perspective.

Thinking about this, those who scolded Xia Yihui all had a hot face and wanted to eat the words they had just posted. It was so embarrassing.

While everyone in the live broadcast room was thinking about it for a long time, the matter in the dungeon continued.

"I'm no.3 Xin Zhu." Xin Zhu shook his arms, took out a headband from the drawer, tied a small white hair shoulder-length, and his whole temperament was very different.

Before, Xin Zhu had his hair, but his personality was a bit perverted, but his appearance was gentle and obedient. Now he tied his hair and his cheekbones were all exposed. With his eyes, he seemed like he had changed someone else and looked very perverted.

"I guess you are Xin Zhu." Xia Yihui shrugged, "All the way, there were people from Huya. Only this place has been redecorated with a lot of troops. No one has watched it. Except for Huya boss who lives here, I can't think of any other reason."

"So you asked me for cigarettes as soon as you came in, just to test whether I was familiar with this environment." Xin Zhuriran, "If I had known that I would have put a few obstacles at the door to confuse the public, maybe you would not have discovered my flaws."

Xia Yihui shook her head dissatisfied, "Yan is just the last step of testing. As soon as I came in, I found that this room was weird."

"The whole layout is very messy. I can imagine a group of people moving furniture in to make up for the numbers in a mess. Besides, I just touched your hand and touched the calluses on your hand."

"There are cocoons on the fingertips, not on the side. That is the thick cocoon that only people who often use computers will have."

Xia Yihui did not guess Xin Zhu's profession, he just said what he had observed. Even so, everyone in the live broadcast room was still frightened by him.

There were tiger teeth outside, there was a white-haired man in front of him, and a branch line hanging above his head. All kinds of crises were gathered together, and Xia Yihui could still observe so meticulously.

Who can still have the heart to tell where the calluses on the other person's hands are when someone is taken advantage of? Thinking of this, everyone sighed that Xia Yihui is really a strange person.

"I specially asked someone to change the decoration of the room, so the coordinates will become garbled. I didn't expect that the cleverness was mistaken by cleverness, which made you see through." Xin Zhu's eyes bent, without any embarrassment.

He held Xia Yihui's neckline and brought the two closer together. Xia Yihui did not stop it, only thinking that Xin Zhu had any news about the dungeon.

Who knew that Xin Zhu just smiled and said, "You look so beautiful now."

Xia Yima was stunned, frowned, and was about to push Xin Zhu away.

There was a loud "click" sound from the side bookcase, and a middle-aged man tied up in big circles struggled and rolled out. Many books were thrown out beside him and paddled around him.

He spit out the smelly socks stuffed in his mouth with a 'pa' and shouted: "Don't believe him! I am the real principal!"

After shouting this sentence, he looked up and saw the two people with extremely ambiguous postures at a glance.

From his perspective, the two men seemed to be kissing.

headmaster:"……"
Chapter completed!