"A transfer student? Who are you trying to fool?"
Hearing Lilia's answer, the player who had first questioned her spat and said disdainfully:
"Classes were assigned when the Instance opened. I've never heard of anyone being able to transfer."
"What, are you telling me you sneaked in here yourself after the Instance opened?"
The skinny male player with a mohawk, tattoos all over his body, and a nose ring clutched his stomach and laughed, as though he had just told the funniest joke in the world.
Beside him were seven or eight players of various builds, apparently part of the same team.
Some laughed along with the mohawk, while others eyed Lilia suspiciously.
Most of the others in the classroom simply watched the scene in silence, making no move, their eyes rather numb.
A small number, especially some female players in the smaller teams, cast covert looks of disgust at the mohawk.
The mohawk laughed for quite a while before finally stopping.
Then he stepped forward, licked the corner of his mouth, and reached for Lilia with a lecherous grin:
"Babe, I don't care what you're here for, but that outfit is just my type. Come play with me first!"
"Lilia, don't let him touch you." Lin Yuan frowned and immediately sent her a mental message.
If he touched her, Lilia's wooden body would be discovered.
Although these players dressed strangely, their bodies were still human, after all. They would certainly realize Lilia wasn't a player, and that might lead to them ganging up on her.
Neither Lin Yuan nor Lilia actually feared being mobbed, but there was no benefit in inexplicably becoming enemies with the players.
Besides, the situation in this Instance was still unclear, and Lin Yuan didn't want to stir up trouble for no reason, so he