Chapter : 299 Chapters + Extras Author : 十尾兔 Description : Blue Star No. 2333 player He Yu, a sick teenager with pale skin, a thin figure and a "broken feeling", when he stumbled and entered the largest top draft competition in the universe for ten years with a blank face... The audience laughed crazily: "Is this the wrong place?" In this game, combat effectiveness is used as the criterion. If it is less than 100, it is collectively referred to as "weak chicken". He Yu's combat effectiveness: 2. ...Children in the cosmic kindergarten can get 20 points in the test!! The audience asserted that He Yu could not live on the first day. It is asserted that he, like other Blue Star players, can only be brutally killed in this death game! They waited and waited until He Yu, who was like a game bug, showed more than the wave - the copy of "Dawn Training School", countless players jumped in with He Yu and prepared to kill him. However, after three hours apart, He Yu became an irrepable NPC teacher. He Yu: Are you surprised? Isn't it surprising? The copy of Who is Undercover? This time, the players are not going to kill He Yu. They worked hand in hand. Under the leadership of He Yu, they broke through to the last level, only one step away from the door - He Yu: Showdown, I'm an undercover agent, you are gone. The copy of "National Love"... One after another, reversal and reversal. By the last moment, no one knows what the result of He Yu, who has 180 hearts, will reverse! He is weak, he is weak, but he is invincible! The audience: "God of He, stop! Let us analyze, what on earth have you done?!" cp: broken fan bking subject & only listen to the command of the slicing big boss attack -- --- mtl

PS: Not mine. Credits to the 'Real author' and 'Translator'. FOR OFFLINE PURPOSE ONLY. Source: NU (Novel Updates) Author(s): Cyan Wings 青色羽翼 Status in COO 42 Chapters + 5 Extras (Completed) Licensed No Completely Translated Yes Original Publisher jjwxc Description Hello, everyone! My name is Shen Jianguo. I am a night school instructor teaching ideological development and Marxist philosophy, occasionally analyzing recent policies and measures for my students. All my classes are held in the middle of the night; I've never seen my coworkers or students during the day. The training institute's classrooms are all in abandoned schools, hospitals, or residences. The license plate number of the bus that picks me up is 444; it always arrives at my house at precisely midnight and disappears at five in the morning. What? You're saying I've met a ghost? Impossible! As a staunch scientific materialist, I absolutely don't believe there's any such thing as ghosts! I've only had one problem recently: couldn't the training institute hold its classes a little earlier? Wouldn't around 8 PM do? I fear neither heaven nor hell, but I do fear going bald. Associated Names They All Say I Encountered A Ghost 他们都说我遇到了未知生物 他们都说我遇到了鬼