Chu Changge was right.
When Teacher Slaughter hurried back, the traces previously left in the central square had been completely cleaned up.
He complained to the staff still in the square about his ordeal, explaining how he was beaten and humiliatingly hooded.
But everyone just thought he had hit his head on the lamp post and lost his mind.
"I never imagined you would have this kind of dream, being held and knocked out by the lower-class, even if you gave them two hundred courage, they wouldn’t dare to do that."
"There were quite a few people in the square at that ti. If you shouted once, he would be discovered. I don’t think any lower-class person has the guts to abduct you in broad daylight. Besides, what would the lower-class do by abducting you? Punching you twice wouldn’t bring any benefits and might even bring life-threatening risks."
With this said, Teacher Slaughter hesitated.
Was I really abducted by the lower-class? Was it that the lamp post truly damaged my head?
He also felt that the lower-class didn’t have the guts to abduct him in broad daylight.
His head still hurt; the more he thought, the more it hurt. Teacher Slaughter had to empty his mind and let it rest for a while.
"It seems your head is still not clear, which makes it impossible to work properly. You might as well take a break; the host ranked second is happy to take over your upcoming tasks."
"I’m fine!" Teacher Slaughter got anxious, glaring at the person in front of him, yet no longer speaking of being abducted.
"Where are the fifty lower-class people who advanced? I should be preparing to host the next two stages with them." He awkwardly changed the subject.
"They’re on a cruise ship outside Carnival Wharf. They were chosen from two thousand people, and each has extrely high popularity. The cruise prepared a private room for each, with at least ten caras in each room. Besides, each has a tracking cara behind them;
"The cruise will depart from the wharf tomorrow, going upstream along the river, until near the variety show venue. Originally, you should have been with them, but you were still lying in the hospital when they boarded;
"Oh, right, the situation on the cruise is broadcast live on TV. If you’re interested, you can watch. The audience also set a new ’popularity ranking’ for those fifty people. In your area, No. 1118 is leading in heat, currently the most popular contestant."
Speaking of No. 1118, Teacher Slaughter rembered how he dragged the voting box around to rob others.
Thinking of this made him grind his teeth in hatred, though luckily his performance didn’t suffer and he was still ranked first.
At present, Gu Mian, whom Teacher Slaughter hated so much his teeth ached, was resting in a luxurious room. This room was two hundred square ters, with a large terrace outside from which one could see the shimring water surface.
This was the largest and most luxurious room on the cruise.
After the first stage ended, the fifty who advanced were sent to this luxury cruise. In their free ti, the Upper Class People held an online ’most popular vote,’ and rooms were allocated according to the vote ranks.
It seed Gu Mian’s ridicule buff had worked, as the majority of votes circled around Gu Mian, thus he was allotted the best room.
The second place went to No. 1095, an old acquaintance, the first and only person to give a speech at Pleasure Heavenly City. He probably earned second place because of this.
Mr. Green ended up outside the top thirty, though there were no bad rooms on the cruise. Even the last place room wasn’t small and had rich decorations within.
The sun slowly set on the horizon, the clock’s hands were about to point to five o’clock.
By five-thirty everyone had to gather at the deck’s open-air restaurant for dinner — this was a rule set by the Upper Class People.
Of course, there were no Upper Class People on the cruise; the lower-class concentration here was too high, they probably felt boarding the cruise would sully their status.
Two tracking caras were continuously filming Gu Mian up and down, with one nearly sticking to his face. At this mont, a knock sounded at the door.
The three together turned to look at the door.
The room’s door was quite lavish, made of two solid wood panels.
Opening it was a bit of a struggle.
Gu Mian grabbed the door handle, forcefully pulling the door open. The two tracking caras beside bounced up and down by the door, seeming to exert themselves too.
After opening the door, Mr. Green’s figure appeared in front.
He stood timidly outside, with two tracking caras hovering overhead.
Mr. Green nervously walked in, intending to whisper sothing to Gu Mian, but the two tracking caras clung overhead without leaving, buzzing around him.
He could only awkwardly call Gu Mian "No. 1118," and hinting that he might not advance to the third stage tomorrow.
Today’s show made him have a deeper understanding of the Upper Class people’s lunacy. In the first stage, he managed to sneak through with Gu Mian among the crowd, but the next stage had only fifty people, the third stage leaving only ten; he wouldn’t be able to stand idly by and watch.
He wanted to find a chance to slip away, escaping to the NPC gathering area.
But now four tracking caras guarded them, and there were countless caras in the room, so Mr. Green couldn’t blatantly discuss escaping, only subtly hinting, and sought help with his eyes.
But the other party clearly misunderstood his intention.
Gu Mian patted Mr. Green’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, I’ll certainly do my best to help you advance."
After saying this he searched for the cara, displaying a helpful, enthusiastic perfect smile toward the tracking cara.
Mr. Green’s eyebrow twitched twice, suppressing the urge to jump up and curse Gu Mian for not understanding human speech.
While he took deep breaths to control his emotions, a bell rang.
It was a reminder that dinner ti was near.
This was their first al today.
From morning until now, the contestants hadn’t eaten a thing and had undergone intense physical activity, many feeling so hungry their stomachs touched their backs.
When the bell rang, contestants erged from their rooms continuously, heading toward the deck.
Not everyone was in their rooms; most wandered curiously around the cruise, while those in rooms basically rested from injuries sustained in the first stage.
The event planned by Teacher Slaughter had the highest injury rate, with eight contestants advancing from Pleasure Heavenly City, besides Gu Mian and Mr. Green, everyone else had injuries ranging from minor to severe, though none life-threatening. No. 1166 had the worst injuries.
No. 1166 climbed onto the hot-air balloon, fortunately obtaining the pass.
But before the hot-air balloon had fully descended, a crowd awaited below to seize it, so No. 1166 jumped far outward when the balloon was three or four ters from the ground, trying to leap out of the encirclent.
However, it didn’t work well; not only did he not jump very far, but he also broke a leg, and the pass in his hand was snatched away imdiately by those who chased him.
Despite achieving a significant failure, his move was very entertaining, so he garnered quite a few votes.
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