"Wait a minute, who is this 1118?" Teacher Slaughter looked at the big screen in front of him, deep confusion written all over his face.
Just as he expressed his doubt, 1118 gained over a hundred more votes, climbing a few more ranks.
Because the closer one gets to the top, the bigger the vote gap becos, 1118 didn’t jump as many ranks as before, but was steadily rising in small incrents.
Then Teacher Slaughter noticed another mysterious person on the leaderboard, it was number 1117.
It repeated the scenario of 1118, with the number of votes increasing abnormally, though not as drastically as 1118, increasing by a few dozen votes each ti, and not as frequently.
If he weren’t the host, Teacher Slaughter would have suspected these two had received so kind of predetermined script.
Fortunately, 1117 and 1118 were contestants from Pleasure Heavenly City, and both had squeezed into the top fifty, which ant Teacher Slaughter’s performance improved by two.
This was beneficial to him.
Although Teacher Slaughter had doubts in his heart, he didn’t speak up to reveal this abnormal phenonon.
But others were not blind; so audience mbers and contestants had already noticed the abnormal ranking of these two people.
"Why did 1118, and also 1117, suddenly gain so many votes and still charge upwards?"
"1118’s vote count is too abnormal; it increases significantly each ti. What’s going on?"
The audience buzzed with discussion, starting to turn their heads to locate the voting boxes of 1118 and 1117.
The lower-class people were also closely monitoring the changes in vote count.
"No, no! How did my vote count suddenly drop so much? I was originally ranked in the thirties, but my votes dropped by more than two hundred, nearly falling out of the top fifty!"
"My votes have decreased too!"
"Stop fighting, all our votes have decreased!"
Very soon, everyone realized their vote count had decreased significantly.
And the ones with reduced votes were all contestants from Pleasure Heavenly City, while contestants from other areas showed normal increases on the leaderboard.
Naturally, everyone believed their vote decrease was related to the increase in votes for 1118 and 1117.
The lower-class people began searching throughout the square for these two people.
All voting boxes were arranged in nurical order around the square; following the numbers, they quickly found boxes 1117 and 1118.
But when everyone followed the numbers, they found these two voting boxes empty, not only without people but the boxes themselves had disappeared.
"They’re over there!" A contestant at the back of the crowd spotted Gu Mian.
He pointed in a direction, and everyone followed his finger to look.
They saw a person in white clothes, with a long bag on his back, reaching into a voting box fishing sothing out. Quickly, he pulled out a stack of votes and turned to cast them into another voting box behind him, which was box 1118.
"He is number 1118! He pulled away his voting box and is stealing our votes to put into his own box!" another contestant realized.
They saw 1118 pull another stack of votes from a voting box, generously sharing half with the little green dwarf beside him—he was so short they wouldn’t have noticed him standing there if 1118 hadn’t handed him votes.
The little dwarf hastily stuffed the votes into the 1117 voting box behind him, which imdiately emitted a string of "beep beep" sounds, "beeping" once for each vote, as if it had beco stuttering due to the mass insertion.
"This thing is really smart, it can accurately count the votes even with so many thrown in at once. I must get one for my word-guessing instance one day." Mr. Green set his sights on the voting box, but for now, he could only fantasize about it, not knowing when or if he could ever return to his instance.
Thinking of this, Mr. Green hurriedly followed behind Gu Mian: "After saving Lu Yi, Gu Mian should send to the NPC gathering area of this world, right? Once there, I might think of a way to return to my world; there are many NPCs in Crazy Ga City, maybe they can help."
Excited by this thought, Mr. Green felt a surge of emotion, as he had wandered outside for so long and finally had a chance to return ho.
In his excitent, he completely ignored the crowd of lower-class people angrily glaring at them from afar.
"They’re in cahoots!" soone shouted angrily, "Stealing our votes together!"
"Get them! Take the votes back!"
"Beat them to death!"
Contestants who were fighting fiercely just a minute ago suddenly united, charging at their common enemies.
It could be said that Gu Mian and Mr. Green made great contributions to the peaceful developnt among the lower-class in the Human World.
At this mont, Mr. Green heard the angry roar from afar, turned to look, and saw a group of red-eyed people furiously charging toward them, scaring Mr. Green into trembling, his face turning as green as his clothes.
"They’ve found us! They’ve found us!" Mr. Green, with a green face, tugged at Gu Mian’s clothes.
At this mont, Gu Mian was in front of box 1095, just pulling out a large stack of votes, numbering in the hundreds, causing 1095’s rank to plumt from the first place to below the top fifty.
Gu Mian kindly returned a small portion, causing 1095 to co back into the top fifty, hovering around the twenties and thirties.
Then he threw the remaining large portion into his own box, causing his rank to jump significantly, directly becoming the new number one, far ahead.
"This should ensure a safe promotion." Gu Mian looked at his ranking on the big screen with satisfaction.
He heard the trembling voice of Mr. Green behind him.
Gu Mian looked up, seeing a group of lanky people with red eyes charging at them.
Their expressions were terrifying, as if they were about to swallow him whole.
At the sa ti, Teacher Slaughter was also charging at them.
His fury was evident, almost literarily burning with anger.
Of course, he wasn’t kindly coming to uphold justice for the lower-class who lost votes; rather, Gu Mian and Mr. Green’s actions caused the Pleasure Heavenly City contestants’ rankings to drop drastically. If this continued, it would affect Teacher Slaughter’s performance.
"Alright, seems we’re not completely safe yet." Gu Mian grabbed the voting box that was still beeping, took hold of Mr. Green, and started running.
What followed was the "Voting Box Guard Battle."
"Stop!" Teacher Slaughter was even more furious than the contestants, his two legs bulling forward with determination, intent on capturing the two thieves, Gu Mian and Mr. Green.
At that mont, 007 and Chu Changge were not far away.
watched silently as Teacher Slaughter frantically tried to catch up with Gu Mian, finally unable to suppress a comnt: "I knew sothing would happen."
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