Live streams of the survival space cannot be uploaded via screen recording, so this is a private recording from Deng Puyue's perspective. After his game ended yesterday, Deng Puyue was furious and hurled insults at Xuanyuan Tianlu, forcing him to intervene and mediate between the two sides.
Tianlu insisted that it was a slip of the hand and refused to admit that he deliberately made Wenzheng lose points. In the midst of the argument, the mechanical arm, which hadn't paid attention to the moment, stabbed the cruel tool into poor Susan's chest with a "plop".
The instance leads to a Bad Ending.
Susan's tooth had decayed into a deep cavity. But she was still terrified of those "cruel" tools. Even though everyone told her that only dental work would fix it, Susan still managed to escape.
Six months later, Susan's mother came to see dentist Wayne in tears.
"Dr. Wayne, please help Susan! Her teeth are getting even worse!"
"Alas, Susan is not cooperating; she cannot overcome her fear."
“Dr. Wayne, this time it will definitely work. Susan has become very well-behaved, very well-behaved.”
Susan's mother laughed and pulled a little girl out from behind her.
The consultation room was draped with green gauze curtains, furnished with blue brick walls, and was neat and clean.
Susan hugged her rabbit doll, grinning sweetly. The missing tooth pointed upwards, but was completely gone—
BAD ENDING.
"..."
Wen Zheng turned off the video and blocked Deng Puyue for three hours.
Then he went back and repeatedly observed the scene when Xuanyuan Tianlu failed.
Xuan Yuan Tianlu is basically incapable of acting. If Wen Zheng hadn't been too nervous yesterday, he would never have missed the inappropriate, distorted smile on Xuan Yuan Tianlu's face when he pressed the wrong button.
The trait of scheming is truly something that exists equally between men and women.
The fried beef balls were ready. Wen Zheng served himself half, sprinkled with some salt and ketchup.
Cut the other half in half and let it cool before serving it to the cat.
When Dahei smelled the aroma of the food, it condescended to raise its head, looking extremely arrogant.
Wen Zheng felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. Just as he was about to transfer the food to the small bowl, he saw Da Hei stand up.
Although his steps were unsteady, he did take two steps and reached the plate!
Big Black can stand up now!
Wen Zheng grabbed his phone and snapped a series of photos. Da Hei had already eaten half of his meal before he finally ate his own with a strange sense of satisfaction.
While eating, Wen Zheng casually browsed Weibo. The streamer's report record had already generated a lot of buzz, with fans who watched the live stream last night jumping in to share their experiences, each trying to provoke the other, causing quite a stir.
Originally, Wen Zheng, as the victim, held the absolute upper hand. But half an hour ago, Xuan Yuan Tian Lu's brothers, sisters, and family streamers from the "Escape Room" side joined the fray.
@轩辕油车-爱猫: Don't we know Tianlu's character? We've been brothers for ten years, no doubt about it.
@Tangmimi-Aimao: Tianlu has been helping me ever since I became a streamer. Is it really okay for you to make malicious assumptions? It was just a mistake. Streamers are human too. Why can't you be more forgiving?
@轩辕如风-爱猫: Who hasn't crashed or burned? We've all crashed or burned! No need to resort to such underhanded tactics!
Wen Zheng took a bite of the beef meatball.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juice, but the salt wasn't sprinkled evenly, sometimes salty and sometimes bland.
The person he most wanted to see right now did not come down to speak.
To say I was disappointed wasn't quite accurate; I wasn't that disappointed.
After clearing the dishes, he unlocked his phone, added Deng Puyue back, and then called the agent who had fifteen missed calls.
"Withdraw it, my ancestor?" The agent trembled. "You have no evidence, the report is definitely invalid!"
"Then find me guilty."
The agent choked: "Then why did you report it?"
"Happy."
Wen Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "It's like issuing a challenge, so he has no choice but to accept."
"...What kind of battle are we going to fight?"
"Account deletion war".
Wen Zheng typed out the message amidst his agent's incessant chatter, posted it on Weibo, and tagged Xuan Yuan Tian Lu.
@Z-bkc: @轩辕天路-爱猫, let's have a match in your "Battle Royale" game. You decide the rules. Account deletion battle, wanna join?
A reply wouldn't be forthcoming. Wen Zheng explained to his agent what it meant for "verbal agreements to be invalid" before calming the person down and hanging up the phone.
Verbal agreements are indeed invalid; the contract is there, and the broadcasting competition is imminent. Neither he nor Xuanyuan Tianlu will withdraw halfway through.
But being hung on the pillar of shame is certain.
As long as the loser continues to wear this persona, the record of defeat will be an indelible mark.
After finishing these tasks, Wen Zheng checked the litter box and found that Da Hei still hadn't pooped.
He sighed, only to find the cat not in the old clothes' nest, but nestled at the foot of the bed, between the holographic glasses he had carelessly tossed aside.
The forum said that cats are creatures that will squeeze into any small space or area they see, and Wen Zheng has certainly witnessed this firsthand.
If the cat likes to crawl in, just leave it there; you won't need it anyway.
Author's Note: Wen Zheng: Dahei, you have fifty toys, do you like them!
Big Black: Would I like this kind of idiotic stuff?! ? ? -- Ah, this is so funny.
Chapter 11
At this moment, in the central town of Area A in "Battle Royale".
The preparation area was enormous, packed with people, with sixty chance encounters happening every minute, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and players haggling over prices rising and falling.
"Did Number Thirteen kill a pig with a lightsaber when he was ten meters away from you?!"
"You're practically shoving a grenade right in my face, and I'm not going to back down and just wait for you to blow me up?!"
"Damn it, why haven't we been disbanded yet?! The stupid customer service says they're busy!! Get out of my way, don't let your stupidity affect me!"
"roll!"
...and there were arguments.
The sunlight was intense, and in the distance, rows of bungalows stretched out, their purpose unknown. The only tall building was only two stories high with a strange red spire.
It resembles a remote town during the early stages of technological development.
The long-haired man stood bewildered in the center of the preparation area, looking around and moving his hands and feet, managing to make even the standard movements of a novice look elegant and dignified.
The default beginner's short-sleeved T-shirt seemed to make him very uncomfortable; his fair, jade-like arms had beautiful muscle texture, but he would rub them from time to time.
Finally, the long-haired man observed and selected a player who was setting up a stall, and walked over to him menacingly.
"Give me this jacket." He pointed to a black long-sleeved jacket.
The stall owner was busy promoting to another customer and didn't hear what he said. He waved his hand impatiently and continued babbling, "Let me tell you, little sister, the Swimming Fish Set is a must-have for Bronze players! To be honest, it's a... well, you know? Not many people know this, I'm only telling you because you look friendly."
"clothing!"
"What are you yelling about?!" the stall owner roared, then looked up and suddenly froze, his eyes filled with a strange and infatuated look, and a bizarre blush appeared on his otherwise serene face.
"Handsome guy, are you selling your face?"
"...Sell your ancestors!" The long-haired man roared, veins throbbing on his forehead. "I said that shirt! Give it to me!"
In the bustling street, passersby subconsciously glanced at him, and then their gazes seemed glued to his face, impossible to tear off, with exclamations of "Holy crap!" rising and falling.
The girl standing next to him stared at his face, her heart pounding and sweating, her hands and feet trembling. She quickly reached for the long-sleeved jacket. The stall owner persisted, "Handsome! Are you selling your face? How much? It'd be a shame not to! How long have you been pinching it?"
The long-haired man seemed not to hear him, took the jacket, and turned to leave.
He hadn't taken two steps before he was blocked by a wall of people. Startled, he stepped back, only to find another wall of people behind him.
They were all small stall owners in the square.
"Selling your face?" "How much for your face?" "Handsome, how long did you spend sculpting your face?!" "Handsome, come with me, I guarantee I'll get you to Diamond rank—"
The scene became extremely chaotic, with all sorts of onlookers crowding together like a caviar can, and excited screams could be heard from the center of the overlapping crowd.
The central town is in a tacit ceasefire; guns cannot be fired, but people can still sabotage each other.
A short while later, a harmless stampede occurred. People jostled each other, piled on top of each other, bit each other, and some even took the opportunity to shout: "Handsome guy, are you selling your face?!"
"…………"
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Weibo: Today's Bizarre Events—
#The Tragic Case of Selling Faces in the Central Town of Escape#
In the morning, in the central town of Area A in the holographic shooting game "Battle Royale", a newbie was surrounded by stall owners because his character creation was too beautiful.
The vendors were extremely interested in the stunning beauty and said they wouldn't let the newbie leave until they sold it to him, which ultimately led to a tragedy—the game's servers stopped working for one hour and twenty minutes due to excessive data overlap and computational demands.
All players in Zone A were disconnected, a truly disastrous situation.
As of the time of this writing, the server has not yet been repaired.
Wen Zheng: "…………"
What is all this about?
"Stop playing on your phone!" Bai Shuang slapped Wen Zheng on the back. "Can't you just listen to me?"
"I'm listening." Wen Zheng placed a bag on the table: "Here you are, Deng Puyue's loving cookies."
Bai Shuang's eyes lit up. He grabbed the paper bag, which contained a small box of cookies tied with a pink ribbon. He took out a cookie, put it in his mouth, and casually crossed his long legs, resting them on the side armrest of the leather sofa. He looked incredibly lazy, his fox-like eyes narrowed, giving off a malicious look.
"Xiaoyu is still cuter, much cuter than you." He happily took a bite, but couldn't bite it off. When he took it off, he saw that there was only a tooth mark decorating one corner of the cookie.
Bai Shuang thought for a moment and asked the shop's waiter to pour her a glass of water so she could soak the biscuits in it.
“…I’m not coming next month.” Wen Zheng’s teeth ached as he looked at the food and brought up another matter.
"What's wrong?" Bai Shuang grabbed another fork and frantically mashed the biscuit in the cup, trying to smash it to pieces. "I thought you were itching to get your hands dirty and finally remembered your brother, wanting to help me keep things under control~"