The people inside exchanged glances.

Finally, Shen Mo reached out and opened the dormitory door.

Tu Dan had already made several mental preparations outside. Even so, when the dormitory door opened, she still paused.

It was really…

The double bunk bed that Bai Youwei lay on shocked her.

However, being willing to go to such trouble for a disabled little girl further proved her judgment was correct—this team’s people were trustworthy.

Tu Dan quickly adjusted herself and calmly walked into the room.

“Is there something you need?” Shen Mo asked flatly.

Actually, he could roughly guess seventy to eighty percent of the other party’s purpose, but still had to ask symbolically.

Tu Dan looked at them, her gaze finally settling on the rice and flour leaning against the wall. With an apologetic expression, she said to them: “Just now… what Teacher Cheng used on Zhang Tianyang should have been a game tool, right? Making you use such a precious tool—I feel truly terrible. I should properly thank you, but at the moment, aside from some food, I don’t know what else I could offer to show my appreciation. I’m so sorry.”

Saying this, she bowed very sincerely to everyone.

Tan Xiao hadn’t received such grand courtesy before and was immediately startled.

Cheng Weicai quickly stepped forward to support her. “You’re too kind, too kind! That child was injured so severely—how could we stand by and watch? Ah! Is he alright now?”

“Yes, he’s completely recovered.” Tu Dan smiled. “He wanted to come down and thank you personally, but he’d been lying down for days without eating properly. Though his wound has healed, his body is still weak, so I had him rest in the dorm.”

“He should rest well. Let him rest peacefully—health is most important!” Teacher Cheng said.

Tu Dan smiled and nodded, then looked at Shen Mo. “We don’t have any tools that could help you, but regarding games, we can chat together. It might be helpful in the future.”

This was getting to the main point.

Shen Mo glanced at Bai Youwei.

She’d been lazily leaning against the bed with her head down, not making a sound, as if detached from everything. But Shen Mo was certain she was paying attention to this female teacher’s every subtle movement.

“Your student’s injury was severe. Was the game you encountered very dangerous?” Shen Mo asked.

“What game isn’t dangerous?” Tu Dan smiled bitterly. “However, his injury… wasn’t caused by the game, but by another player…”

“No way?” Tan Xiao interjected. “That wound looked like an animal bite!”

“It was indeed bitten by an animal…” Bringing up this matter made Tu Dan’s expression very unpleasant. “That player had a tool that could summon fierce beasts. It killed many of my students. In the end, only three people cleared the game—me, Zhang Tianyang, and that player.”

Shen Mo: “Those students upstairs didn’t enter the game?”

Tu Dan shook her head. “No. The game has a player limit. Once the limit is reached, the game area automatically locks and others cannot enter.”

Shen Mo asked again: “What was the game’s theme?”

“It was ‘The Mushroom-Picking Children.'” Tu Dan spoke without reservation, telling them candidly: “After players enter, they’re separately locked in rooms. The room doors only open when daylight comes, once every two hours. When it’s light, you must go out to pick mushrooms. Only by filling the bamboo basket in your room with mushrooms can you clear the game.”

Picking mushrooms?

The people in the room exchanged glances.

At least it sounded much more wholesome than their Tadpole and Frog Battle Royale.