Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 996 Lin Yu’s High School Life

"Buzz-buzz-!"

The vibration of the phone in his trouser pocket made Lin Yu's thigh slightly numb. He woke up in a trance and turned off the vibration of the phone by instinct, and found himself lying on the wooden desk.

The spacious classroom was still very crowded because of the more than 60 desks crammed in. The ceiling fan above was turning slowly and making a creaking sound but it did not reduce the stuffiness much. The sliding blackboard equipped with a multimedia projector was covered with characters and above it hung the four big characters "Study Hard".

The Mediterranean teacher with a big belly and wearing a blue plaid shirt cleared his throat. The sound came from the little bee hanging on his waist mixed with the electronic music of Sala La, drowning out the sharp chirping of cicadas in the sycamore tree outside the window.

"...So, students, we can't just memorize ancient poetry and prose by rote. Once you understand the story behind today's ancient prose, then understand and recite it, it will be easier to memorize it."

The students below, who were already a little dizzy from the heat, did not respond much, but the old teacher on the stage was used to it and continued talking to himself.

"Today's article actually contains three layers of emotion from the author. The first layer is naturally the joy of seeing beautiful mountains and rivers and natural scenery..."

The teacher's voice gradually turned into some kind of white noise, and Lin Yu shook his head slightly.

Then, Lin Yu felt someone poking his arm.

"Hey, hey, Brother Lin, why are you sleeping so soundly today? I was eating some cookies just now and wanted to share them with you, but you didn't even wake up."

Lin Yu looked to the side. The boy sitting next to him was a little fat, had a few pimples on his face, and his thick hair was a little greasy.

Hearing the other person's words...

Lin Yu opened his mouth and finally came back to his senses from his sleep.

He had forgotten who he was for a moment, but now he remembered.

His name is Lin Yu, a student in Class 9 of Grade 11 at Yudu Bilingual Elite Middle School. He has average grades and an introverted personality, making him an insignificant figure in the class.

It is the second semester of senior high school and there are still two weeks before the final exams.

The boy next to him was his deskmate who had just changed last week. His name was "Zhao Shengwen" - just like himself, an ordinary student with average grades.

However, Zhao Shengwen is more extroverted and talkative than Lin Yu, so he is more popular in the class.

Although the two had no previous interactions, Zhao Shengwen had a super ability to make friends easily: even though the head teacher assigned Lin Yu, a taciturn deskmate, to Zhao Shengwen because he talked too much with his deskmate in class, a week was enough for Zhao Shengwen and Lin Yu to become familiar with each other.

"Hey, Brother Lin, are you lost?"

Zhao Shengwen poked Lin Yu again, and Lin Yu shook his head.

"No, I'm just too sleepy. I stayed up too late last night..."

He thought about why he stayed up late last night and soon remembered the reason.

"I found a very good play."

Zhao Shengwen was surprised and lowered his voice to say, "Oh, Brother Lin, you also understand drama!"

"Of course, I quite like watching it," Lin Yu rubbed his eyebrows, "Yesterday I watched the classic one-act play "Miss Julie..."

"What is a one-act play?"

Zhao Shengwen asked curiously.

"It's a one-act play, just take the literal meaning... It's more concise and compact than an ordinary play, and it also demands more of the actors, because the scenery in a one-act play usually doesn't change - which means you rarely have the stage scenery to assist your performance and character development. Plus, the time is shorter, so you need to mobilize the emotional tension and explosiveness to the extreme in a short period of time." Lin Yu was excited when talking about the play. He remembered that what he loved most was watching all kinds of movies and plays, and the focus of his appreciation was the performance and interpretation of the actors. "There are many versions of 'Miss Julie'. The one I saw yesterday was a re-enactment at a foreign drama festival four years ago..."

Lin Yu frowned slightly when he said this.

Because he couldn't remember the name of the foreign drama festival.

This really shouldn't happen.

However, Zhao Shengwen did not realize Lin Yu's abnormality. He was a little shocked by Lin Yu's sudden saying of so much.

"Brother Lin, you are amazing. I didn't know you knew this before. You never told me about it."

Lin Yu nodded when he heard what Zhao Shengwen said, but the disobedience in his heart became even stronger: "Maybe you wouldn't tell me if you didn't ask me."

right?

Adolescent middle school students, especially middle school boys, have something they like, especially a niche hobby like drama. Even if they don’t show it off, they won’t hide it, right?

What am I thinking? It's as if I'm not a middle school boy.

Lin Yu felt his thoughts running wild, and he quickly put the brakes on his thinking.

This time, Zhao Shengwen also felt something was wrong.

"Brother Lin, what happened to you suddenly?"

"Nothing, I just slept a little too much and my mind is a little confused."

Lin Yu smiled and passed it off.

Then...

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Jingle Bell--!"

The old teacher on the stage waited leisurely for the bell to stop, then waved.

"Okay, everyone, memorize the entire text today and check your dictation tomorrow—it's for the final exam."

"what--!"

There was a wailing in the classroom, and the loudest cry came from Zhao Shengwen, the funny guy.

Lin Yu finally took out his cell phone. His face was reflected in the pitch-black phone. No matter what, he was at least handsome.

Even... Lin Yu looked at himself for a while and felt that he was quite handsome.

"Is it incredible that I am still unknown in the class with my appearance?"

Lin Yu thought about it, then shook his head.

"How could I have such narcissistic thoughts!"

Zhao Shengwen's words once again interrupted Lin Yu's train of thought: "Brother Lin, I have to go to the canteen - the next two classes are Lao Zhang's continuous math class, and I need to buy some rations, otherwise I won't be able to hold on. Do you want to bring anything with you?"

Lin Yu shook his head: "No, I still don't feel well and don't want to eat snacks."

Zhao Shengwen didn't care about what he said. He called his friends and asked them to go to the convenience store.

This class is the second period in the morning, and now is the 30-minute free break.

Although Yingcai Middle School is also very competitive, the super cool half-hour recess without running exercises or radio gymnastics has always been a core advantage that Yingcai students are proud of and use to surpass other schools in Yudu.

Lin Yu sat in his seat, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Maybe I should review... It's the final exam after all. I failed the math exam last month, so I can't fail again this time. After all, if I fail, I'll have to take make-up classes during the summer vacation."

Lin Yu thought about it and felt something was wrong.

Is my math that bad?

Also, why do I subconsciously feel that this final exam is super important?