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Decai Middle School
Chapter 2.1
【Hello, novice anchor, congratulations on starting your first live broadcast.】
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. The voice was mechanical and calm, and it was particularly abrupt in the empty dormitory.
【I’m going to tell you the rules now.】
【This is an ordinary time-limited instance with a duration of 10 hours. The current time in the instance is 7:00 p.m., that is, you need to survive until 5:00 a.m. tomorrow to clear the instance.】
Wen Jianyan: “……”
He looked down at his ID card and fell into a moment of silence.
Oh boy!
10 hours and 20 minutes, the gap… isn’t it a bit too big?
【The card in your hand is an ID card, and the content of the ID card will be unlocked with the progress of the plot.】
【The basic survival time has been issued to you, and more time can be redeemed through points.】
He just continued to listen to the voice broadcast in an emotionless tone:
【The rules for the anchor to earn points:
1. Real-time settlement will be made according to the number of viewers in the live broadcast room. (The next point settlement: Two hours later.)
2. Complete the live broadcast task.
3. Audience rewards.】
【More ways to earn points will be unlocked as you explore.】
After explaining the rules, the voice suddenly became full of passion:
【The audience is God, and popularity is everything! Please fight for your live room!】
“……”
Fight you big-headed ghost!
The dormitory returned to silence.
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
Although this voice relieved his nervousness a little, he could still clearly hear his rapid and irregular heartbeat. The frequency of his breathing was stable, but his lungs were still screaming for more oxygen.
He subconsciously clenched his fingers.
The sharp, hard edges of the ID card had a distinct sting.
Wen Jianyan was able to clearly realize that his life was hanging by a thread, so he repeated the time limit in his mind—Twenty minutes.
He was a very greedy person, especially when it came to “living”.
According to the rules, Wen Jianyan must obtain enough points within twenty minutes to stay alive.
This method of settlement based on the number of viewers in the live broadcast room was unreliable; after all, he couldn’t live till the first settlement point.
Then there were only the remaining two options…
Obviously, the audience in the live broadcast room was also clear about this.
The barrage became significantly more active:
[Oh, the anchor wants a reward, right? Show some sincerity then.]
[Kowtow to the audience first, maybe I’m in a good mood and give you a few dozen or hundreds of points.]
[By the way, this novice anchor is very good-looking…]
The unmasked malice and joy were revealed as the lines of text drifted by. As if watching and waiting for a commodity to sell at a high price, excitedly speculating and looking forward to how to chew it from the bone and swallow it.
They had seen a lot of this kind of little anchor who was on the verge of life and death.
The time limit for survival that the streamers watched helplessly draw nearer, like a noose around their necks tightening little by little, their eyes constricted and trembling, their faces twisting under intense despair and fear.
In this case, as long as there was a chance to survive, they would seize it regardless.
No matter how terrifyingly over-the-top demands the audience made, there was no limit to their satisfaction.
Kneeling, kowtowing, self-mutilation, crying, begging for mercy—the snot and tears were flowing, ugly and pitiful.
Wen Jianyan lowered his eyelashes, and a small shadow fell on his fair face, adding a bit of vulnerability to his upright appearance.
There was no superfluous expression on his face. His lips were lightly pursed, and after a few quick glances up and down on the live broadcast interface, he precisely clicked the “Hide” button above.
“……”
There was a momentary stagnation in the barrage in the live broadcast room.
In the dead silence, a comment slowly floated past:
[Wait, did I see it right? Is the anchor hiding his own broadcasting interface?]
In fact, most anchors who were in the process of clearing the level would hide the broadcasting interface. However, if the anchor was in trouble or in a life-and-death situation, they would often leave it open.
After all…
Although the audience in the live broadcast room couldn’t spoil the plot in the barrage, they could reward points to their favorite anchors.
Even if it was just on a whim, it was still a gift for the anchor.
The audience is God, and popularity is everything.
This kind of new anchor, who was about to die in ten minutes, actually turned off the broadcasting interface under such circumstances?
Was something wrong with his brain? Or, did this anchor actually think that in this case, arrogance and pride would still be valuable?
Really, laughing out loud.
Although the anchor could not see it, the number of people in the live broadcast room had once again climbed slightly.
Now, there were more than 80 viewers in the live broadcast room, all of them filled with schadenfreude and waiting to see a good show.
After hiding the live broadcast interface, Wen Jianyan took a slow, deep breath. The moist air mixed with dust, and a musty smell poured into his nostrils.
To be honest, after watching the remarks in the live broadcast room, Wen Jianyan actually… didn’t feel anything.
After all, the way he made a living, it could be said that he was a fraudster. But in reality, he was a professional scammer targeting high-end customers. What dignity, pride, morality, and conduct; they were completely worthless to him.
As long as he could live, there was nothing he wasn’t willing to do. However, in the rules just now, Wen Jianyan captured a keyword precisely and clearly.
Time.
The way to clear the instance was the survival time, the points were also used to exchange the survival time, and the initial allocation was also the survival time.
Time, time, time.
It could be said that time was the only and absolute measure in this instance. At the same time, it was also the most urgent thing he needed right now.
——Spending these precious twenty minutes just to wag their tails and beg the dozens of viewers, praying for the possibility of a charity… It was simply the most uneconomical transaction he could think of.
What’s more, Wen Jianyan was all too familiar with what kind of reaction a human’s nature would evoke in such a situation.
He knew and so did the audience.
This group of old foodies was probably already tired of watching this kind of drama, and it was even more impossible to spend a lot of money just because of this. After all, according to those remarks just now, they didn’t seem to be that kind of existence.
And things that were delivered to your door in vain were the most worthless.
As a fraudster, Wen Jianyan understood that well.
Well, now there was one last option left.
Wen Jianyan’s gaze moved down and landed on the taskbar in front of him.
For the time being, only one live broadcast task had been refreshed:
【Novice anchor please explore the instance and unlock the ID card.
Completion Degree: 0%】
Wen Jianyan looked around the room.
Generally speaking, if he want to know his current status, searching in the dormitory was the easiest and most direct way.
But…
Wen Jianyan looked down at his ID card. There were only 17 minutes left in the countdown, and it was rapidly decreasing by the minute.
He had so little time.
If that’s the case, then the only option left was to take risks. If he didn’t succeed, he would become benevolent! How to catch big fish with zero risk!
Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, put the ID card in his pocket, and strode out.
The corridor was empty.
The old-fashioned ceiling lamps hung crookedly on the ceiling. The dim, pale light swayed slightly, dividing the corridor into several half-lit and half-obscured areas.
It was quite disturbing.
Under one of the lamps, a rust-dappled half-map affixed to the wall could be seen faintly.
Wen Jianyan stepped forward quickly and stood still in front of the map. It was covered with dark and greasy handprints, and most of the patterns had been peeled off, but some vague handwriting could still be discerned.
He glanced up and down extremely quickly, then turned his head and trotted in a certain direction.
In the barrage area of the blocked live broadcast room:
[???]
[What is the anchor doing?]
[Neither asking for a reward nor going through the dormitory, I’m afraid that something is wrong with his brain?]
[Never mind, there are fifteen minutes left, hurry up, I can’t wait!]
Although it was only a few seconds, Wen Jianyan had already firmly memorized the map in his heart.
He ran down the corridors with his memory.
The closed bedroom doors flew past him one by one, and the windows were all pitch black, like empty eye sockets.
A pale, smiling face slowly emerged from a window. Its eyes rolled and landed on the young man who was running past, and the corners of its mouth curved even more—
“!!!”
Wen Jianyan abruptly stopped his pace, and almost tripped himself because of the sudden movement.
His heart was beating wildly. He turned his head in horror towards the window he just passed by.
“……”
Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!
There was nothing in the window except the flickering lights.
Through the shallow layer of gray, Wen Jianyan could vaguely see the outline of his face.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion… this time, the face was much closer than last time. It was as if he was approaching him little by little.
Wen Jianyan felt goosebumps crawling up his arm.
[Hahahaha, it seems that the time of death is getting closer and closer.]
[However, what happened to this anchor? Seeing this situation, his face didn’t even change, and he continued to run forward…]
[Of the anchors who were in this instance before, there was not a single one who didn’t scream when they saw the ghost so close.]
[Is he really not scared at all? Impossible, right?]
Wen Jianyan rushed downstairs at the fastest speed.
Although the first floor was a hall, it still looked crooked and cramped, and the walls and floor were all greasy and shrouded in a dark shadow.
Through the gray window, one could vaguely see the boundless darkness outside.
The door was closed but not locked.
The youth’s pace did not slow down.
[I thought it would be a potential new anchor, and I secretly looked forward to it…]
[His first reaction was to run? It’s boring.]
[Where’s the suspense, let’s go.]
The number of online users in the room dropped rapidly from more than 80.
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For every Ko-fi received for a perticular novel, I will release a new chapter!
Ah… They’re too impatient! They’ll miss a good show.
The viewers are going to get face slapped for sure.