Everyone in the auction house kept hunting the miasma worms in the miasma swamp, and had long forgotten the time until they didn't see a miasma worms nearby.

"What time is it now?" Liu Ruoxuan asked.

Yaoyao looked at the clock: "10:10 am."

"Oh no, I have classes in three or four sessions!" Meatball screamed strangely.

"You are now rushing over and apologizing to the professor. Maybe he will think you are unable to move and cancel your attendance record when he sees your chubby appearance." Liu Ruoxuan teased.

Zhou Junming couldn't stand the meatballs and looked regretful, and cursed angrily: "Stop pretending here. This is not the first time you skip class. Based on your current records, you can almost go to the teaching office to have coffee."

Meatball replied, "You are not much better, don't forget the class I didn't go to, and you didn't go either. I don't believe that drinking coffee will reduce you."

"This is not necessarily the case. At least my weekly topic has not fallen. You, there are eight times if you don't have ten times?" Zhou Junming glanced at the meatballs jokingly.

When the meatball heard it, he was immediately angry and embarrassed: "It's amazing to hand in the topic? With your casual attitude, half of it was dropped by F, and the best result was just a D."

The others were amused by their opinions on each other. Even Chen Shiyao, who had always been reserved, burst into laughter. Liu Ruoxuan glared at Zhou Junming for no reason and said with a name:

"Zhou Junming, I didn't expect you to fall like this. I don't think you are suitable for playing games anymore, so you should go back and reflect on yourself!"

This time, Zhou Junming not only did not talk back, but instead explained seriously: "Don't listen to this fat man's nonsense. I have done most of the projects seriously, but I just have to do it again and make up for it occasionally."

Meatball looked at their expression suspiciously, and a pair of index fingers pointed at the two of them, and said with a strange smile: "There is something wrong..."

"What does it have to do with you!" Zhou and Liu cursed at the same time.

"Didn't anyone else have any classes?" Guo Zhixuan's eyes fell on Yan Feng and Chen Jie.

"I have a class..." Chen Jie raised his right hand helplessly.

"Brother, you actually skipped class!" Chen Shiyao looked at Chen Jie in surprise.

Chen Jie grinned awkwardly and said, "Yaoyao, there is only this time since the start of school, don't tell your parents."

"You know I can't deceive them..." Chen Shiyao lowered her head. She had no confidence in keeping the secret.

"Yaoyao, do you have the heart to let me leave the studio? They won't ask if you don't say it, just pretend that you don't know anything." Chen Jie begged with a pitiful expression.

"You three big men are really unpromising and can't even complete their studies. You know the rules of the studio. You will deduct 10% of your salary when you pass a subject, and double Ajie!" Yaoyao reminded.

"Can this rule be cancelled? The salary this month should be quite large, and it would be too high to deduct 10% of a subject." Meatball muttered.

When the studio was established, in order to avoid wasting their studies because of the game, the eight people agreed on a reward and punishment mechanism, deducted their salary after failing the course, and gave the fine to the two with the best grades.

Chen Jie: "I don't have any objection to hang a door 20%. What do you have to complain about?"

Meatball retorted: "Of course it doesn't matter if you are a big shot. We have pocket money every month here. Moreover, Lao Guo and Shi Yao have always had the best grades in the studio, so you won't suffer any loss no matter how much you punish."

"If Yan Feng also joined the studio, I guess the one Lao Guo or Shi Yao would be given to him. Ajie, you are all top students in the English education class, but you end up losing your salary to him. Don't you feel embarrassed?" Yaoyao said with some regret.

"Afeng hasn't joined the studio," Chen Jie smiled embarrassedly.

Yue Wuhen suddenly felt like an outsider and sighed helplessly: "Hey, stop talking about salary issues. The auction house now has the expansion support of Yang Group, and the monthly income is at least tens of millions, which makes me jealous!"

"Yue Wuhen, we have actually discussed it. You have been cooperating with our activities during this period and have helped the auction house a lot. The studio's income should also be divided by 10%. If possible, I hope you can join our Blue Bird Studio." Guo Zhixuan solemnly proposed the invitation.

"Is there a share?" Yue Wuhen was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes were stunned for a moment.

With the service point of Yang's Group in Kafiran Capital as a trading window for game items, the auction house has a net collection guarantee of 10 million in March. According to the share of the contract, Bluebird Studio can get three million. With Bird of Paradise and Yue Wuhen, each person will also get three hundred thousand. This is equivalent to the monthly salary of a middle-level white-collar worker. Even a high-end studio may not be so high. Moreover, this is the first month. If there is no accident, the auction house will only grow larger and larger in scale, and its income will increase significantly.

Yue Wuhen thought about it for a while, and politely refused, "Forget it, I like to be free and free alone. There are too many restrictions in the studio and it is not suitable for me."

It was Bluebird Studio's turn to be confused and couldn't figure out why he refused. He participated in all the important activities of the auction house during this period, and it was no different from joining the studio.

"Yue Wuhen, you should be considered a professional player now, right? I remember that in "Divine Realm", you have been temporarily hiring and selling game equipment and items from other guilds. With your strength, you can form a studio and accept tasks and trade game items more efficiently, right?" Yaoyao asked in confusion.

Yue Wuhen smiled gently: "I am not a professional player, and I only spend some time with my daily necessities when playing online games."

There is no entertainment for a person to go alone in the game world. He takes guild tasks, sells game equipment and items, and plays so well. Except for professional players, everyone really doesn't like his purpose of playing online games. However, since he insists on not joining, it's hard for everyone to force him.

Yan Feng, as the leader of Ragnarok in "Divine Realm", naturally pays much more attention to and understand Yue Wuhen than Bluebird Studio. The impression of Shengong Gu Yue is an absolutely professional player. Since he insists on denying his online game identity as a professional player, Yan Feng is not easy to reveal.

"Snake Bow Rotten Yue, I misread you. Is our Blue Bird Studio so annoyed you?" Zhong Shanshan said angrily with her little mouth pouting.

Looking at Zhong Shanshan's annoyed expression, Yue Wuhen felt extremely melancholy: "I appreciate everyone's kindness, and I think it's good to maintain this state."

Guo Zhixuan sighed and said, "That's it, but you can't refuse the studio's income dividends, otherwise we won't ask you for help in the future."

"If you have money, you're a fool!" Yue Wuhen returned to his usual casualness.

After the discussion was completed, Chen Shiyao noticed that there was no more damage and beating on everyone's body, and said, "The effect of miasma corrosion has disappeared."

"It really disappeared!" After she reminded her, everyone noticed the strangeness of the miasma swamp. The red mist around her faded a lot, and the field of vision could be seen further.

Yaoyao looked around and said, "Is it true that the miasma will disappear after the miasma monster has been cleared?"

"This is possible." Guo Zhixuan nodded.

At this moment, a long low cry came from the center of the miasma swamp, as if wild beasts were weeping and ghosts were crying, which was creepy.

"Woo--"

Several timid girls couldn't help but become scared when they heard this terrifying cry: "Can they be the ghost of the miasma slug monster?"

Chen Jie took the opportunity to hold Yaoyao's soft little hand and comforted him: "The ghosts in online games are nothing to be afraid of."

"Well..." Yaoyao lowered her head shyly, afraid that others would see it.

"It should be a big guy, should you try it?" Yue Wuhen smiled and cast a questioning look at Yan Feng.

"Let's talk about it after reading it." Yan Feng replied indifferently.

The rest of the people still didn't understand the situation in front of them, but when they saw them walking towards the center of the miasma swamp, they had to bite the bullet and follow. Soon, the team walked to the edge of the huge swamp pool deep in the miasma swamp, and eleven pairs of eyes stared at a bright red miasma swamp in the center of the pool through the light red mist.

Mutant Swamp Monster, Danger Level 45.

Seeing the basic information of the mutated sirloin monster, everyone was shocked: "Level 45?!"

"I'm afraid it's still a leader-level monster..." Yue Wuhen looked solemn.

"We won't really fight, right? An ordinary miasma silt monster is not easy to deal with. The boss of this miasma silt monster is so high, so its attack power is definitely not low." Meatballs were the first to give up.

"You make your decision." Guo Zhixuan turned to Yan Feng, but found that his eyes were not on the position of the mutated squat monster. He looked at the right rear of the huge squat pool along his gaze, and then he noticed the team of supernatural beings.

"It seems that you have to fight a tough battle first before you can kill the boss." Yue Wuhen smiled.

Soon, others also saw the team of supernaturalists.

Zhou Junming: "What should I do? Do I have to give up?"

"Watch it happening." Yan Feng said calmly.

Yue Wuhen: "They should have been here earlier than us. They also want to try this mutated slug monster, but they are worried that we will attack, so they haven't taken action until now."

As he said, the team of psychics rushed to this huge swamp pool after hearing the sound. They thought that the members of the Firefly Mercenary Group might come, so they stood by and did not take action. Seeing that Yan Feng really led the team, the young warriors in charge hesitated for a moment and finally walked along the edge of the pool.

"They don't want to start a war with me, are they?" Meatball showed a worried look.

Yue Wuhen shook his head and said, "Don't worry, since they chose to wait, it means that they act cautiously and will not be stupid enough to fight us, but will be hurt."

Seeing the team of psychics getting closer and closer, everyone in the Blue Bird Studio was in their throats, and the weapons in their hands were tightened, ready to fight back at any time, but they heard the young warrior leading the way said:

"Yan Feng, the mutated sludge monster in front of you and my team are not capable of killing. It is worse than the cooperation between our two teams, how about?"

Yue Wuhen and others were shocked when they heard this. They never thought that the other party would be so straightforward and direct.

"Why do we need to cooperate with you?" Yan Feng asked coldly.

The young soldier smiled and said, "We are here to kill the miasma slug monster for one night, and everyone is at peace. Although we are not in the same camp, in this case, cooperation can be won-win. You are a smart person, so it should not be difficult to understand, right?"

Yan Feng: "Why should I believe you?"

Young warrior: "But I believe in you, and you will give the right to you. After the killing, the war is divided evenly."
Chapter completed!