Really Want to Touchdown

28 hours later.

Zhu Yan pulled out his sharp knife and watched a player, corroded beyond recognition, fall before him.

"Congratulations, Hunter!"

A female broadcast voice echoed in his mind: "Congratulations on completing the third day's harvest mission!"

Zhu Yan stepped over the corpse on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.

To complete the Hunter mission, he had used the excuse of bringing up the rear and scavenging for items along the way to dawdle in the instance for over a day.

The novice mission for the Hunter was actually quite simple.

Those players, polluted by food laced with euphoria, would follow him relentlessly like flies swarming a corpse.

Zhu Yan didn't know the reason, but for him, killing these things that no longer looked quite human posed no difficulty at all.

After dawdling for so long, he had finally reached the finish line—

Xishan University.

A tall, elegant stone gate stood before Zhu Yan.

The stone pillars displayed an ancient, grayish-yellow hue, and the four characters for Xishan University were traced in gold, powerfully and vigorously carved into the main gate.

Zhu Yan could see the familiar security booth and the tree-shaded path behind the gate.

Two days ago, the art student had led him through here, explaining the origins of the Carnival Paradise.

But now, everything behind the gate was shrouded in a dense white fog, obscuring the view.

Zhu Yan steadied his nerves and took large strides forward, heading toward the entrance channel next to the security booth.

"Student?" a voice asked.

The security guard at the door raised an arm, and a scrawny claw poked out from a wide blue silk sleeve.

Zhu Yan was startled, but still answered obediently, "Yes, I am a student at Xishan University."

No way, no way.

Zhu Yan secretly raised his guard, looking at the guard's bald forehead, the rat-tail braid behind it, and a body as dry and stiff as rotting wood.

Since when did his school use a Qing Dynasty zombie to guard the gate?

Could this be another trap!

Twenty-two hours ago, Yang Zhanbai and the others had indeed contacted him, saying they had arrived at the school.

But since then, Zhu Yan hadn't received any messages from them; it was as if the signal had been forcibly cut off.

So, could it be a trap?

"Show your admission notice."

The guard's shriveled eyeballs rolled upward as he tried his best to prop open his stiff eyelids.

"Congratulations on passing the entrance exam, What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf."

If it were a trap, they probably wouldn't ask him to show his admission notice, right?

Thinking this, Zhu Yan pulled the notice out of his ring.

This zombie didn't seem to be of a high level.

It was definitely within the striking range of his level-five dining knife!

With this in mind, Zhu Yan stepped into the security room.

The zombie paused. "Just give me the admission notice. You don't need to—"

"Cut the crap!" The dining knife was decisively pressed against the guard's neck.

The zombie paused again. "What are you doing?"

Zhu Yan sneered. "Overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming."

"Speak, what's the situation with Xishan University?"

The zombie began to tremble all over, cursing furiously in anger.

"Audacious dog! Literary inquisition! Beheading at the Meridian Gate!"

Zhu Yan poked the knife forward.

The zombie shivered and fell silent.

After a good while, it adjusted its attitude and reluctantly answered Zhu Yan's question.

"Idiot player. Carnival Paradise can directly dictate the content of the entrance exam; do you really think it's still a normal university?"

"It's definitely been occupied. It's just like when our Great Qing entered the pass, and Huang Taiji ascended the throne..."

A brilliant analogy, which perfectly gave Zhu Yan's sense of humor a place to shine.

Zhu Yan made a mental note of it, deciding to use it to strike back later.

"What about the players inside? There should be others who cleared the game, right?"

"Is this university a real university, or is it just another instance?"

The zombie curled its lips, reluctantly submitting to Zhu Yan's despotic power.

"Class assignment, dorm assignment, getting your student ID card, joining the official freshman group chat, and then resting."

"This is a university. Your dormitory is an extra perk provided by Carnival Paradise."

"Just wait two months, and you'll see. You won't find such a safe place to stay outside!"

It sounded very normal.

Zhu Yan relaxed a bit inwardly—no matter what, he could finally get some rest.

"Why can't I receive their messages? Is there no signal inside?"

The zombie's teeth clenched tightly, and its muscles, drier than wood, made a creaking sound.

It said irritably, "The school uses campus WiFi. The campus network is terrible, and even the phone signal in the dorms is absolute garbage. Isn't that common knowledge?!"

"So what if you receive messages with a damn three-day delay?!"

Fair enough.

Zhu Yan slowly withdrew his knife.

"Have you checked the admission notice?"

The zombie impatiently waved its sharp claws. "Get out, get out, get inside and wait for the school to send you a message! What kind of rotten name is that? This official hasn't memorized a single bit of it."

Very well.

Zhu Yan walked out of the security room, then turned his head and asked it.

"Do you know how to tell a wolf from a dog?"

The zombie didn't know what he was playing at. "What other nonsense do you have?"

Zhu Yan grinned, baring his teeth. "Look at the tail. A slow wag is a wolf, but shaking too fast in a hasty frenzy—like your Huang Taiji—makes it a dog."

Two seconds later.

Zhu Yan strolled slowly toward the teaching building, listening with deep satisfaction to the guard's shrieks behind him.

"Zhu Zeyu!! You treasonous, heaven-defying rebel!"

Perhaps the network inside the campus and the network outside were not the same.

Not long after Zhu Yan walked in, his long-silent phone began to buzz continuously.

He took it out to look. Besides a long string of messages from Yang Zhanbai and Qi Yinming, there were also a few unfamiliar text messages.

Zhu Yan clicked them open and found that they were actually notices sent by Xishan University.

"Congratulations to the player for officially passing the entrance exam and becoming a freshman at Xishan University."

"Please proceed to Room 2-301 in the Moral Education Building to register, collect your campus card, pay your tuition and miscellaneous fees, and select your dormitory."

"You do not need to worry about daily necessities. As an outstanding student who actively participated in and successfully passed the entrance exam, we have prepared a full set of bedding and clothing suitable for all four seasons for you."

"For other items, you may go to the commissary to purchase them yourself."

"We will issue you the Xishan University Student Guide, and we hope you spend a pleasant four years at the school."

"Your seniors and other classmates will return to campus after the school term begins."

"Your beginning-of-term exams will be held concurrently with their entrance exams."

"Please prepare well, and we wish them a pleasant exam!"

Judging from this explanation, Xishan University indeed did not seem like a large-scale instance.

However, what exactly was that beginning-of-term exam?

It sounded a bit like an in-school instance, Zhu Yan thought silently.

He wondered what the difference was between participating in an instance inside the school versus outside...

And then there was that entrance exam for the other classmates.

Heh, he knew it.

Even if those people chose not to participate in the What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf instance, there would still be other traps waiting for them to jump into.

Zhu Yan scrolled down. The second message was a map of the university.

He roughly memorized the location of the Moral Education Building, and as he walked into the fog, he read the third message.

"[Xishan University] Notice from the Housing Office: Yang Zhanbai, the head of Dorm 303 in West Campus Building 15, has reserved a bed for you."

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"Current Dorm Status: Four-person room, not at full capacity. Available beds: 2."

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