The door of the virtual classroom will not open easily. Every time it is opened, it is because the students are smart and need to accept the inheritance of martial arts - this is also the origin of the three words "Transmission Room".

The door slowly opened and Zhang Ping saw a simple space.

The virtual classroom is very spacious inside, almost two large classrooms - it is no problem to accommodate 200 people; if you squeeze in, five or six hundred people will be fine.

But now there are more than 80 "beds" here.

Cheng Feng walked to the front, and there was a simple podium with a 'bed' on it.

Standing on the podium, Cheng Feng looked at everyone: "Students, everyone else congratulates you on entering the martial arts class, but I won't. Because entering the martial arts class means responsibility."

As he said that, Cheng Feng smiled, "In a sentence of complaints on the Internet, you must bear the responsibilities and pressures that you should not bear at this age.

Cultivating the truth requires consuming resources. But the country's resources are always limited. Why do we choose only 80 people? Because we really can't distribute more resources."

However, the boy didn't know the taste of sorrow, and everyone didn't feel much about Cheng Feng's words. They just had a little bit of feelings.

Cheng Feng smiled, you will understand in the future! Then he changed the topic: "There are 80 virtual warehouses on site, and everyone can choose freely.

Take out your ID card, insert it into the card reader on the head of the bed, and then verify your fingerprint and pupils."

Zhang Ping started to operate, verified his fingerprint, and after his pupil, the bracelet also received verification information. After a series of strict operations, he finally bound it.

From now on, you can't change the "virtual warehouse" at will.

Then, under the guidance of the teacher, Zhang Ping lay down on the bed, and light curtains appeared around his head, and then Zhang Ping felt that his eyes were dark.

After regaining my vision, I found myself in the virtual classroom again... No, there is nothing here, there is no previous virtual warehouse, and no operating guide on the wall.

Of course, the principal is not there either.

Only Cheng Feng stood on the empty podium and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Students, welcome to the virtual space. Students who have received the inheritance of martial arts may have been here, but you must have never seen the outside world.

Today, I will take you to see the outside world.

I would like to say in particular: No matter what you see, don’t be surprised, don’t panic, this is a virtual world.”

While speaking, the door opened automatically. The person closest to the door looked out, but he stepped back with a wow.

Then, Zhang Ping saw several "incomplete" people walking past the front.

One, with only half of his body, two legs, one of which was completely "off the body", and he walked past the door staggeringly.

One, without a complete head, the neck seems to be like rotten wood, and it is seriously hollowed out, and there seems to be only a few blood vessels in some places.

One, his figure is blurred, and there are "holes" in many places. The whole person looks like a carved carving of rotten wood. As he walks, fragments collapse...

Cheng Feng slowly came to the door and took the lead and walked out: "Students, come out. This is a virtual space."

Zhang Ping was bold and followed Cheng Feng and looked at the world outside the door curiously.

There are tall buildings here. But many tall buildings, like the people I saw before, are "incomplete" or fragmented, even floating in the air or hanging upside down.

As soon as I looked up, I happened to see a "fairy" flying over my head.

But this fairy was left with only a floating, extremely gorgeous clothes, and a vague head. There was nothing in the clothes. Well... I'm not a voyeur~

There is a bustling commercial street in the distance, but there are many "normal people" in the commercial street - it should be said that they look normal.

Cheng Feng took the lead and walked forward. A door opened next to him. He saw the teacher and the students walking out, like an old hen with a chick.

Zhang Ping looked around and found that according to the school uniform, there were Changping No. 2 Middle School, No. 3 Middle School, No. 4 Middle School, and other school districts.

I saw a girl walking side by side with the teacher from a distance.

Liu Shaobing shouted: "It's Sha Xiaoqing from Class 1, Grade 3, No. 4 Middle School in the city, and that genius with the best mutant spiritual roots!"

Sun Incheon next to him muttered in a low voice: "It's not that the entire martial arts class in Qizhou City have come to this virtual space, right?"

"No!" Cheng Feng said softly, "It's the entire Qin Huangxing student, all of whom have come. Of course, some of them have not come yet because of time zone problems and server problems. But everyone will encounter them in the future."

Zhang Ping couldn't help it, "Teacher, is this really just a virtual space? But if it was just a virtual space, why would the scenery and characters be so... weird?"

Cheng Feng smiled, but his smile was a little weird: "Let's go and take you to see someone. My grandfather."

Cheng Feng greeted the teachers around him and took Zhang Ping and others directly to the platform. A "train" with air leakage everywhere came from the clouds.

The train stopped, and Cheng Feng took Zhang Ping and others onto the train.

The train was old and the passengers on it were broken, but they talked to each other, making the students feel tired.

Below the train... there was nothing, completely empty, without the floor. But everyone stood safely in the train.

The train accelerated, and everyone exclaimed constantly.

Chu Yi leaned against Zhang Ping, her little face turned pale.

Zhang Ping looked down at his feet, and suddenly there was a 'tratform' under his feet, and a shiny floor was outlined bit by bit, and the range became wider and wider.

"Huh?" Zhang Ping exclaimed quietly, and found that the newly appeared 'floor' was exactly the same as the train he had been on for more than ten years.

No, this is the memory in my mind!

Following this idea, Zhang Ping began to recall the situation inside the train in his mind. The surrounding environment changed.

New floors appear, new seats appear, new advertisements appear...

With Zhang Ping's "memories", the old car quickly transformed into a slightly older train car, becoming what Zhang Pingzhong remembered.

Zhang Ping exclaimed: "It is reading my memory!"

Cheng Feng turned his head to look at Zhang Ping, and his eyes flashed with surprise, "Yes. This is a virtual space, but it should be called a memory space."

Zhang Ping looked at the fragmented figures around him and suddenly asked, "Whose memory are they?"

"No, they are not someone's memory. They have forgotten their own memory!"

Um???

Three super big question marks appeared above Zhang Ping's head, the kind that could support the sky. And it really appeared - don't forget that this is a virtual space.

Cheng Feng sighed slightly: "They... are dead."

What!!!

Three super exclamation marks appeared above Zhang Ping's head, and an exclamation mark appeared above countless students' heads. Even shaking flowing water symbols appeared above the students' heads - that was fear.

Suddenly, Zhang Ping had an idea: "Memory upload?!"

Cheng Feng nodded slightly, "Not bad. It's just uploading memory! They leave memories here, and you get memories from here."

Zhang Ping was suddenly shocked: "When we get the memory, what's going on?"

"No. Memory can be copied. Just like you copied the carriage, everyone saw it. They just came to this world for too long and forgot themselves."

Zhang Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the fragmented "people" around him, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

No longer fear.
Chapter completed!