Chapter 42
Within the simulated combat zone, all students from the three classes had assembled.
The three class leaders each took the lead and stood at the head of their class's line. The students in each class were full of energy and looked eager to try.
Wu Jinghong stood at the forefront and began explaining the rules, "This city defense and siege battle will last for seven days. The support squad will be the defenders, while the ranged and melee squads will be the attackers. If the city cannot be breached after seven days, the attackers will lose. Conversely, if it can be breached, the defenders will lose."
"The purpose of this challenge is to exchange and learn from each other. Both sides must compete within reasonable limits. Do you all understand?"
"Understood!" the students from all three classes answered in unison.
Wu Jinghong surveyed the entire room and announced, "Everyone, prepare to enter the simulated battlefield."
Xu Jintang led the team to their class's simulation cabin area.
She put on her personal terminal, closed her eyes, and lay down.
A few seconds later, the familiar feeling of weightlessness returned.
When she opened her eyes again, her surroundings had transformed into a semi-abandoned main urban area.
The main city was somewhat dilapidated, with many buildings appearing to have been half-burned, revealing a black and gray surface.
The entire city streets were deserted, covered with fallen leaves and dust, as if no one had been here for a long time.
"Class monitor." A cautious voice sounded from the side.
Xu Jintang turned around.
Yan Yuting was seen crouching down, hiding in a small alley across the street.
She glanced around and, seeing no danger, quickly ran out. "Will everyone in our support team be teleported to the city later?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be." Xu Jintang nodded in response.
The siege and defense of the city has begun.
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Note: The protective shield over the main urban area will disappear in two hours.
The siege of the city has begun...
The announcement rang three times in the main city before disappearing, and the surrounding area returned to quiet.
Before long, the other students in the support class were teleported to the vicinity.
Meanwhile, several teachers, including Zhuang Silin, sat around in the office watching the live stream of the simulated battlefield.
Inside a second-grade tutoring class.
Looking at the students below, who were all daydreaming and not paying attention, the substitute teacher patted the podium and said, "Alright, I'm giving you a short break from class today. You can watch the live stream if you want."
This simulated battlefield match between the three first-grade classes was broadcast live, and all teachers and students of Leikedasi could log in to the intranet at any time to watch it.
Upon hearing this, the older students cheered and then took out their communication devices to access the live stream.
[Place your bet! Bet on the assist team to win! High odds! A chance to get rich overnight is right in front of you! Don't miss out!]
Students' comments floated into the live stream.
This is a battle for honor; we absolutely must bet on the support team to win!
[If that's your thinking, then the bookmakers are making a fortune. Objectively speaking, close-combat and ranged teams definitely have a better chance of winning right now, so to be on the safe side, you should bet on them.]
Just as everyone was engaged in a heated discussion, a message suddenly popped up. "[Which class is behind this gambling? Come to the grade head's office later.]"
Instantly, the entire live stream room fell completely silent.
"Goodness, I almost forgot the teacher was also in the live stream."
At this moment, inside the attacking side's battle camp.
"Xue Zhongqi, what do you mean?" Yu Wanyao held an ice shield, her eyes warily scrutinizing Xue Zhongqi had inexplicably appeared in their tent.
Logically, both sides should have a period of peace upon entering the simulated battlefield.
They will only begin their duel after they have become familiar with their surroundings.
Xue Zhongqi, however, suddenly appeared in their attacking camp without a word.
With a "snap," Xue Zhongqi flicked open his folding fan, shaking it with feigned composure. "You ask me? How would I know? I opened my eyes and found myself in your tent."
Wei Zixuan was also on guard nearby, leaned close to Yu Wanyao's ear and whispered, "If nothing unexpected happens, Xue Zhongqi should be teleported to the defending side. Is it possible... something went wrong?"
The simulated battlefield data is sometimes unstable, and there are indeed instances where data is accidentally transmitted incorrectly.
Yu Wanyao pondered for a moment, her gaze fixed on Xue Zhongqi, "Tie his hands and feet first, lock him in the tent, and have people take turns guarding him."
"A-Yao, for the sake of us being classmates for three years, you can forgive me for being so restrictive, but at least give me a chance to speak, okay?" Xue Zhongqi smiled slightly at her.
Yu Wanyao sneered, "I almost forgot, gag him too."
Xue Zhongqi: "..."
"Yes!" Wei Zixuan immediately stepped forward and restrained Xue Zhongqi.
At this moment, the other students in the long-range attack class inside the tent also remained vigilant, all staring at Xue Zhongqi, ready to strike at any moment should he dare to resist.
Xue Zhongqi glanced around and, seeing that there were people everywhere, had no choice but to extend his hand, "Fine, fine, you can tie me up."
Wei Zixuan snatched the folding fan from his hand.
"No, don't take my fan!" Xue Zhongqi protested, but clearly no one listened.
Yu Wanyao glanced around. "Let's check if everyone from both classes is here. Xue Zhongqi was unexpectedly teleported here, and some of our students might have been teleported to the other side."
"Yes, I'll go take attendance right away." Wei Zixuan quickly escorted Xue Zhongqi away.
At this moment, the defenders are inside the city.
Yan Zitao was unexpectedly teleported to this camp, was already tied up, with only his mouth able to move.
Xu Jintang moved a dusty stool over, sat down opposite Yan Zitao, and began questioning him. "Tell me, what is your purpose in coming here?"
Yan Zitao was on the verge of tears. "I had no purpose! I just came here the moment I opened my eyes."
Xu Jintang remained silent for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Yan Yuting beside him.
Yan Yuting cleared her throat and immediately stepped forward, "Brother, just confess what's wrong. Even siblings can't help you now."
"Sister Jintang, think about it, you guys still have a protection period here. How could I possibly come here alone to seek my death? I guess there must be a bug, and they teleported me to the wrong place," Yan Zitao quickly explained.
Xu Jintang pondered for a moment.
That's right, the protective shield is still in place, so it's impossible for anyone outside to get in.
The only way Yan Zitao could appear in the city is by teleportation.
"Okay, lock him up first. We'll discuss what to do with him after we've counted the number of people." Xu Jintang decided immediately.
Yan Yuting, standing beside her, added, "My brother is cunning by nature, so we have to keep a close eye on him."
Yan Zitao's lips twitched. "Yan Yuting! Am I still your brother?!"
Yan Yuting stood to one side with his hands behind his back, looking completely selfless. "No."
Soon after, the other students in the support class were also teleported in.
Cao Xing'an volunteered, "Squad leader, let me keep an eye on Yan Zitao. I promise I'll keep a close watch on him!"
"Go ahead." Xu Jintang waved his hand.
Two minutes later, Yan Yuting finished taking attendance and came over to report, "Of the thirty-two students in the auxiliary class, only thirty-one are present; the vice-class monitor Xue Zhongqi, is still missing."
Xu Jintang frowned slightly.
She said it felt so quiet today; it turns out someone was missing.
"Has it not been teleported in yet, or... like your brother, was it teleported to the next tent?"
Yan Yuting hesitated for a moment, "It's been almost ten minutes now, I guess... the sound must have accidentally reached the next room."
[This is hilarious! The bug in this simulated battlefield is really funny; at the start of the game, both sides swapped a player.]
[I think Xue Zhongqi ranked fourth in this year's freshman joint exam. The support class is at a disadvantage without such a strong player.]
[Listen up, students who were just gambling! Stop with this dirty business among yourselves. And don't let me find out which class you're from.]
The students, who had just become lively, immediately fell silent.
Chapter 42
Fifteen minutes after entering the simulated battlefield, light snow began to fall from the horizon.
When the pure white snowflakes fall to the ground, they quickly melt into a puddle of water, which then freezes into ice.
"Squad leader, I've taken stock, and we have just enough heating fuel and nutrient solution for seven days," Yan Yuting reported.
Xu Jintang stood outside the window, gazing at the still-falling snow, and replied, "Tell the team to rest first. The main city still has two hours of protection left, no rush."
"Okay." Yan Yuting turned and left.
Xu Jintang opened the window, and the cold wind howled against her cheeks, making her shiver.
"Phew..." She blew warm air into her palm and quickly closed the window.
He turned around, sat down on the somewhat worn sofa, and fell into deep thought.
In her plan to defend the city, Xue Zhongqi's combat capabilities were still very important.
We have to find a way to bring Xue Zhongqi back.
Inside the attacking force's tent at this moment.
Due to the sudden snowfall, the temperature here plummeted. The tents were definitely not as effective at blocking the wind and keeping warm as they were in the main urban area, and many students were shivering from the cold.
"Let's distribute some heating fuel to everyone first, and then everyone can go back to their tents to warm up and rest," Yu Wanyao decided immediately.
Wei Zixuan quickly went down to help distribute the heating fuel.
Inside the main tent, only squad leaders Yu Wanyao and Mu Guang remained.
"We just did a headcount, Yan Zitao from our class might have been accidentally teleported to the other side. Both sides have lost a player this time."
Yu Wanyao pursed her lips, "We have plenty of Second Tier ability users here, we don't need Yan Zitao. Xue Zhongqi is different, he's in the support class, and his combat strength should be among the strongest. This accident is still a win for us."
Mu Guang smiled. "It seems even the heavens are on our side."
He suddenly remembered something and cautiously asked, "Do you think Xue Zhongqi Xu Jintang and the others will come to rescue Xue Zhongqi now that the news has reached us?"