and 1868 were just having a conversation, and Teacher Slaughter heard it all.
He knew the two had agreed that they would both forfeit, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.
"Forfeiting and advancing is just too easy, maybe it’s a trap." His thoughts coincided with 1868.
At this mont, the two contestants had already arrived on the platform at the top of the tower, standing on either side of the grid.
The eyes of the spectators were fixed on the two of them, speculating on what would happen next.
knew he had angered Teacher Slaughter and dared not look up, waiting for Teacher Slaughter to arrange the next steps.
Teacher Slaughter had quite a temper; in previous shows, if any lower-class people annoyed him, he would definitely trip them up, for instance by having staff throw the person who annoyed him into the most dangerous area of the restricted zone.
But now the restricted zone had already collapsed, and his show was long gone.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but recall the lower-class person who collapsed the restricted zone, gritting his teeth in anger.
noticed Teacher Slaughter’s grim expression and fearfully lowered his head further.
"What’s wrong with him?" 007, who had been watching the show, also noticed the change in Teacher Slaughter’s expression and asked Chu Changge beside her in confusion.
Chu Changge reached out to adjust his glasses, but his hand found empty air instead—he had transford into the appearance of an Upper Class Person, with no glasses perched on his face now: "Maybe he thought of sothing happy."
wasn’t very interested in knowing what this "happy thing" was; she scanned the entire show venue again, searching for Lu Yi’s figure, but found nothing.
"We’re sitting at a rather high vantage point, able to see all the ga equipnt on the field... All those ga devices are pretty much in plain view, the only possibility for hiding soone might be the Ferris wheel, but I’ve carefully observed that Ferris wheel, and checked each cabin thoroughly, there was no one inside." 007 watched the Ferris wheel, resembling a water wheel, not far from the entrance.
It began turning when Teacher Slaughter announced the start of the show, with one cabin after another scooping water from the artificial lake; one cabin exits the water on this side, while another enters the water on the other side. 007 watched from a distance for two rotations, but saw no clues.
No one should be hidden in those ga devices.
"Either Lu Yi hasn’t arrived yet, or..." 007 withdrew her gaze from the Ferris wheel and focused on the pyramid-shaped stage at the center, "he’s inside there."
The colorful grid bearing the ga projects erged from the pyramid, and it seed there was a considerable space inside, so it wasn’t impossible for Lu Yi to be hidden in there.
It’s just uncertain for now.
If it’s confird that Lu Yi is inside the pyramid, Gu Mian could directly use a key up there to take them away.
"Probably have to wait until the third stage," 007 doubted whether Gu Mian could advance, "Gu Mian and Mr. Green are placed in the last group by the host, they might not even have their turn before the number of advancing contestants hits ten."
The spectator seats weren’t crowded but rather spacious, with a certain distance between each seat. 007 was seated next to Chu Changge on her left and a male Upper Class Person wearing a white shirt on her right. This person was intently watching the people on stage and didn’t care about the conversations around him; thus, when 007 and Chu Changge talked, they weren’t afraid of being overheard by others.
"Not necessarily." Chu Changge was also looking at the very top of the pyramid.
By this ti, Teacher Slaughter had resud hosting according to procedure.
He expressionlessly looked toward 0175: "Judge, make your decision. Which project do you choose for the Executor?"
Only then did 0175 timidly raise his head, glanced at the grid full of ga projects before him, then looked at Teacher Slaughter, before fearfully lowering his head and murmuring, "I forfeit..."
Things progressed smoothly, without any twists and turns.
After 0175 declared his forfeiture, the venue fell into silence; no one spoke for a mont.
The spectators remained silent, wanting to see what would happen next.
lifted his head, staring intently at the judge opposite him, eager to know if the forfeiture was a trap.
Teacher Slaughter also kept silent, seemingly awaiting a "twist" to appear.
That’s how it goes in many literary works—when things go too smoothly, the most unexpected things occur.
But Teacher Slaughter’s anticipation was in vain.
He waited a full thirty seconds, and no twists ca, only the sound of amusent rides in operation resounding in the venue.
Not far away, a carousel was emitting a crisp lody, with a burst of joyous laughter in the middle of the tune. At this mont, the music was playing precisely at that laughter, seeming to mock Teacher Slaughter on stage.
The audience also expressed dissatisfaction.
"What are we waiting for?"
"Hurry up and announce the result."
"Really letting that one advance directly?"
This ti it was Teacher Slaughter who dared not lift his head; having waited in vain for what he wanted to happen, he had no choice but to announce the result.
While announcing, he deliberately turned his head away, not daring to look at the complaining audience on stage: "Then, congratulations to 1868 for successfully advancing."
He spoke extrely fast and completed his sentence before the audience could respond.
"What?"
His pace was so swift, so audience mbers didn’t even catch what he said.
Next, Teacher Slaughter tried to quickly continue the Q&A to swiftly conclude this process.
He didn’t care about the audience’s reaction, quickly looking to 1868 on the other side: "You’ve advanced, next it’s your turn to..."
"Boom"
Before he could finish his sentence, an explosive sound suddenly erupted on stage.
Imdiately, Teacher Slaughter thought of sothing bad and quickly turned towards the direction of the sound.
Fortunately, it wasn’t an explosion; instead, it was the air pillar machines around the stage spraying decorative flas upward.
The pyramid stage was surrounded by seven air pillar machines; when the show reached an exciting stage, the seven air pillar machines would shoot flas upwards to enhance the mood.
Of course, Teacher Slaughter could control these devices.
But this ti, the firing of the air pillar machines wasn’t under his control.
He had originally planned to fire the air pillar machines when a contestant died during a project, and accompany it with a rousing host monologue for better show effect.
"What’s going on?" Teacher Slaughter looked at the mysteriously activated air pillar machines and suspected the machines were malfunctioning.
Next, he saw a seat slowly rising at the back of the audience seats in front of him, with a large "1" printed on the seat’s backrest.
This seat was constructed luxuriously with semi-transparent material, emitting unique colors under the light.
Teacher Slaughter stared at the "1" on the backrest and ford a guess.
Is this the exclusive seat for first place? But this segnt wasn’t in my hosting process! Teacher Slaughter roared in his heart, not knowing what the program team was doing.
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