I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

"Sixth grade, class three. I'm playing the role of a student."

Flipping through the math notebook on the desk, the doodles and careless notes were reminiscent of everyone's childhood antics.

"Even though I'm playing a child, the difficulty is no less than playing an adult, perhaps even harder."

"Children are generally mischievous, full of unpredictability, making it hard to gauge their psychology. Their personality, expressions, tone, even a habitual small gesture—if any of these don't match, those around might notice something's off."

"So far, all I know about this child is just a name."

Qin Nuo rummaged through the hidden compartment of the desk and found Li Xiaoming's school ID card.

Besides the class and name, it also had his address: No. 86, Pond, Younan Town.

At the top was a one-inch color photo of Li Xiaoming, wearing a neat school uniform and a red scarf, looking proper. Despite his young age, he was already wearing glasses with over 300 degrees of myopia.

"He looks well-mannered, not sloppy or unruly, probably the model student type teachers always praise."