I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

The nap was short. Qin Nuo lay on the desk, just resting for a moment before waking up.

Although he had no memories from his childhood, a familiar feeling always surged in his heart. Looking at the scene filled with childhood memories, Qin Nuo seemed to recall his younger self, playing with classmates in the classroom, and being accompanied home by his parents after school.

He wasn't an orphan, growing up in loneliness.

Did he really have parents?

Or was it just as Qin Yushi said, that he was abandoned at birth, and if it hadn't been for the torrential rain that day, when the director passed by the garbage dump and found him, the rain would have been enough to drown him.

Qin Nuo felt a bit numb.

When a person suddenly discovers that their perfect life is just an illusion created by others, and they don't even have a real family member.

It's like a person full of life suddenly having all their flesh and blood dug out, leaving only a skeleton, living like a walking corpse, cruel and harsh.

Such a blow could cause a mentally fragile person to have a nervous breakdown on the spot.

He just wanted to figure out what had happened to him and resolve his own inner turmoil.

Even if those two people on the phone were really his biological parents, Qin Nuo wouldn't feel much joy. They were just two strangers who suddenly barged into his life.

Abandoning him back then, how was that different from being a murderer?

Cold-blooded, irresponsible, detestable and hateful people, do they need sympathy?

No, they don't.

The ringing pulled Qin Nuo's distracted thoughts back. He flipped through the course schedule on the cover of his book. The first class was a main subject, and the second was physical education.

After the first class ended, the surrounding classmates began to get excited.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Who doesn't like physical education class? Especially when it's the last class.

The excitement was only among the classmates. For the players, it was a new round of unease. Who knew what kind of temper the physical education teacher would have?

The classmates, holding basketballs and badminton rackets, cheered as they went downstairs to gather on the playground.

The playground at Black Crow Ghost School was very simple, more like a wasteland, with rusty and broken equipment, and various strange graffiti on some walls.

On the worn-out basketball court, elementary school students were happily dribbling basketballs.

"Ming, you love playing basketball the most. Why aren't you joining today?" a few classmates asked, holding basketballs.

Qin Nuo intended to refuse, but the role he was playing made him agree.

"Playing basketball with these ghost kids, hopefully, it's really just as simple as playing basketball."

Qin Nuo muttered, just as he rolled up his sleeves, the class bell rang.

The students suddenly dropped their basketballs and hurriedly gathered under a large banyan tree, especially the mischievous ones who suddenly became very obedient.

"Judging by their expressions, this physical education teacher doesn't seem like a good person," Qin Nuo muttered.

The other players noticed this too, frowning and gradually becoming tense.

Suddenly, the fallen leaves on the ground were swept away by a gust of wind, and a tall, dark figure approached.

Qin Nuo was taken aback when he saw him.

Wasn't this the scar-faced man he bumped into in the morning?

So he was his physical education teacher.

But thinking about it, it wasn't surprising. With that physique and face, there wasn't much else he could teach besides physical education.

"They say physical education teachers are often sickly. Hopefully, this one won't have such issues," Qin Nuo muttered.

The other players' faces changed involuntarily when they saw him, because that face was truly terrifying. Newcomers participating in the horror game for the first time might have been scared out of their wits.

"No wonder these little devils are so well-behaved. He looks like a murderer. Who wouldn't behave in front of him?"

Mr. Mu's face was expressionless, or rather, his cracked face, even if it had expressions, would only be more terrifying, showing no emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

He stood there, and the terrifying aura spread, causing the students to instinctively step back, afraid of being swallowed by him.

After scanning the area, his cracked lips curled up, seemingly trying to change the students' perception of him with a smile.

"Students, don't be nervous. Don't be fooled by Mr. Mu's scary appearance. In fact, he loves children the most. Haven't you noticed after so many classes?"

The words were spoken, but there was no response.

The students were still wary of something.

Mr. Mu wasn't angry, saying, "Then let's continue with the stretching exercises from the last class."

"Stretching exercises should be done every day. They are very beneficial for your body and help with bone growth!"

He spoke while walking.

The students began doing stretching exercises. Qin Nuo and the other players, without memories of their roles, could only imitate.

Mr. Mu walked among the group, occasionally giving pointers. Although he looked scary, his tone was indeed gentle.

The players' unease eased considerably.

This physical education teacher, aside from looking scary, didn't seem to have anything terrifying about him.

Listening to Mr. Mu's gentle tone, the students, like the players, relaxed a lot and started to become enthusiastic, affectionately calling out to Mr. Mu.

"Mr. Mu, is my stretching exercise standard?"

"Mr. Mu, you look really handsome today..."

"Mr. Mu..."

The students almost surrounded Mr. Mu, their words filled with affection.

The initial unease and fear suddenly disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Qin Nuo was a bit puzzled.

These students should be very familiar with Mr. Mu. Why did they initially react like them, feeling unfamiliar?

And now, suddenly, that unfamiliarity was gone, and their attitude changed 180 degrees?

The classmates competed to get Mr. Mu's praise.

One student went all out, holding his head with both hands and twisting it hard, his head spinning several times, his neck twisting like a pretzel, his face turning to the back of his neck.

The cracking sound from his neck was the sound of the throat bone breaking.

The terrifying scene startled the player behind him.

The student didn't mind, instead grinning and shouting to Mr. Mu, "Teacher, look, isn't this impressive?"

Mr. Mu walked over, carefully turning his head back with his large hand, gently saying, "Some movements shouldn't be overdone. Doing this can harm your neck and spine."

Qin Nuo's mouth twitched.

The neck was already broken. Does it even matter if the spine is okay?

Then, Mr. Mu's gaze fell on one of the students.

It was Liao Chen.

Perhaps because of the role he was playing, or maybe because of the slap from Huang Xia at noon, his movements were very stiff and not standard.

Mr. Mu walked over, grinning, "Student, there are quite a few mistakes in your movements."

"No worries, the teacher will patiently teach you and correct them step by step."

Cold sweat broke out on Liao Chen's face as he forced a smile, "Thank you, teacher."

However, he soon couldn't smile anymore.

When the large hand grasped his thin arm, it was like an iron clamp on a noodle. With a cracking sound, the bone in his arm shattered instantly.

The intense pain made Liao Chen scream, "Damn, my arm is broken!"