After playing tricks on the NPC and venting the frustration he had felt since becoming a class representative, Wen Shi walked out with the wind. When the wind reached the dormitory door, his arrogant demeanor disappeared and he began to walk around.
Judging from his performances over the past two days, it would be so embarrassing to go in now.
While Wen Shi was still thinking about how to face everyone, the door was opened from the inside and the person who opened the door was Yaerlin who was lying on bed number one.
Jian Qingrong was leaning on the ladder of bed number three, while Ji Yuanzhi was sitting in his seat and looking over here at the same time.
Trying to pretend that nothing had happened, Wen Shi walked calmly.
"Oh, our king is back." Ji Yuanzhi said lightly, and Wen Shi instantly felt like a balloon that was punctured.
As for the other two, Yaerlin didn't have any special feelings about role-playing. In his opinion, it was just like playing house with children. As long as Wen Shi had fun, that was enough. Jian Qingrong was the most special one. He almost had regret written on his face.
“Everything is going according to my plan.”
Wen Shi had a cold face, and didn't seem to be ashamed of being in the second year of his life, and walked in with his hands and feet together.
After sitting down, he drank the hot water handed to him by Jian Qingrong, thought of Teacher Ruan's cup of fishy tea, and talked about manually refreshing the task.
Jian Qingrong frowned slightly when he heard this: "The instructor has left you with a bad reputation."
Yaerlin and Ji Yuanzhi didn't know what to say when they heard this.
They are not blind. In this incident, Teacher Ruan was positioned as a victim of his own fault, but now he has become the perpetrator in Jian Qingrong's words.
This is exactly what Ji Yuanzhi is most worried about.
To make an inappropriate analogy, if Wen Shi killed someone, Song Yan would take the blame, Ji Yuanzhi would deal with the scene, Yaerlin would silence the witnesses, and Jian Qingrong... would take the opportunity to escape with Wen Shi alone, leaving him with only himself to rely on in the future, and on the way to escape he would still be complaining about the deceased's strange existence.
"There is a limit on the number of times a person can purchase King Card Boxes," Wen Shi didn't know what everyone was thinking, and talked about the loan business of Wangcai Bank, "but you can buy and stock up on the black market on a daily basis."
I don’t understand why players have to wait until they enter the game to start worrying.
Hearing his confusion, Ji Yuanzhi explained: "There is a bit of metaphysics in the game. If you are not lucky enough and have been hoarding items like this, the probability of encountering risk events will be higher than that of ordinary players. For example, someone has the ability to resurrect..."
The pupils shrink when warm.
Ji Yuanzhi pretended to be oblivious and continued, "Then it is very likely that he will die once in each copy."
“…” That’s so accurate.
The fact that Zhou Xiaochun and his team would crowdfund this prop largely depended on Zhou Xiaochun's [Divination] skills. He had divined the risks of this prop beforehand, and the result showed that the benefits outweighed the disadvantages, so he gave it as a gift.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly thought of the dinner party mission. The lens seemed to reflect light on the cloudy day. After a while, he snorted, "Queen's Card Box?"
He had long felt that the difficulty of that mission was abnormal, and now he thought that it was probably because someone had raised the difficulty.
Without asking about the card box, Ji Yuanzhi continued, "It's like a death substitute. Players who have it will easily be labeled as 'death star' in real life."
Most of those who were lucky enough to get this thing have already returned to their happy hometown.
"But as for Wangcai Bank," Ji Yuanzhi changed the subject, "if you think you are lucky enough, you can try to borrow some money from it."
Wen Shi was puzzled.
Ji Yuanzhi: "I used my skills to interpret them, and it almost destroyed one of my eyes. This [Wangcai Bank] should be able to recycle most of the items dropped by the dead borrowers in some way."
At the time, he thought this was very interesting and made a second omniscient interpretation, but ended up suffering backlash.
Ji Yuanzhi said the information after the second interpretation: "But if you can keep owing them money and survive, you will have a chance to obtain a god-level item."
Wen Shi had only seen a god-level item once, and that was the [Spirit Coffin] for making wandering corpses, which was sold at a discount.
"Banks should rely on divine tools to recover debts." Ji Yuan knew: "If you had lived longer, you might have been able to gain the recognition of divine tools."
He also explained to Wen Shi: "Some powerful god-level items have weak autonomous consciousness and may follow people. It doesn't mean that whoever obtains them will have permanent ownership."
Ji Yuanzhi, contrary to his usual behavior, actually encouraged Wen Shi to do something dangerous. Wen Shi was indeed tempted. He took out the business card, looked at it for a long time, and then went out to make a phone call.
In the dormitory, Ji Yuanzhi knew what the other two wanted to ask, and said calmly:
"[Wangcai Bank] is like a vulture, it can smell rotting meat from thousands of meters away. Compared to lending to living people, what really makes them a lot of money is the inheritance of the dead."
With Pei Wenwei's ability, he would not die in an S-level copy. Wangcai Bank should have calculated that his chances of survival in the future are not high, and it is obviously playing the long game to catch a bigger fish.
“Even if he doesn’t go looking for trouble, trouble will find him,” Ji Yuanzhi said. “[Wangcai Bank] will do whatever it takes to facilitate the relationship between creditor and debtor.”
Instead, it is better to be proactive.
The people who wanted to plot against Pei Wenwei before were not from the same group as the bank. All the employees of Wangcai Bank were fat.
As one of Yu Xingzhou's most trusted members, Ji Yuanzhi knew clearly that some special items did not require props and could still be obtained by others after the player's death. The person behind the scenes was probably planning this.
There will be more and more people like this in the future. As Wangcai Bank, which can receive most of the deceased's inheritance, will never allow anyone to snatch the inheritance from their mouths, and can help share some of the pressure invisibly.
Ji Yuanzhi sighed softly. He had a rough childhood, was used as a sacrifice for resurrection when he grew up, and now a bank was involved in it. How could someone be so unfortunate
·
After the call, Wen Shi agreed to meet in the cafeteria. It was not lunch time and the entire cafeteria was empty.
He was sitting near the emergency exit. A fat man came hurriedly from behind. Half of his shoulder was wet when he came in.
In the backpack distributed throughout the game, there was only a pocket parasol, which could not cover the fat man's entire body.
"I didn't expect you to contact me so soon." The fat man smiled kindly.
Wen Shi had also seen the same friendly smile on the principal's face. They were all people who did great things quietly.
Wen Shi was too lazy to argue and held out a finger: "I'll borrow one point."
The fat man's mouth curved flat, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he said after a while: "It seems that this guest is very clear about our lending rules."
Yes, the other party is with Ji Yuanzhi, who is someone that all of them [the bank presidents] are wary of.
The fat man was very efficient and decisive. Both parties had their own plans, but they both needed to use a medium to achieve them. He took out an IOU and asked Wen Shi to sign it.
“How long is the loan term?”
"The amount is not large, and you are a distinguished VIP customer, so you can settle it once a month."
What a VIP! He compared himself to a monster that could drop a lot of equipment after death. Wen Shi glanced at the IOU, signed his name, and said, "It seems that you are very sure that I will die."
The fat man smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Just believe in probability."
They pursue high-probability events.
Wen Shi also smiled: "What a coincidence, I am lucky enough to ignore the probability."
The transaction was completed, the fat man transferred one point, and the two parties shook hands in a friendly manner.
He did not take the IOU immediately. The ordinary IOU broke in front of the two people. The end with the name flew into the fat man's hand and turned into a coin with a vague portrait printed on it. The outline was very similar to Wen Shi. Wen Shi also got a coin, the front was smooth, and the back had only patterns.
The fat man came and left in a hurry, leaving with an umbrella without wasting a moment.
Wen Shi stared at the coin for a moment, smiled silently, then stood up and left.
There was a heavy rain, and the whole school was on holiday in the afternoon. At dusk, the broadcasts in the dormitory buildings sounded at almost the same time: "Dear students, please pay attention-"
Wen Shi opened the dormitory door so that he could hear more clearly.
"Tomorrow at 3 pm, the school will organize a unified audition for the program. The audition location will be classroom 103 and classroom 204 in Quhe Building..."
The broadcast was broadcast to four places in succession, and everyone who was listening took notes with paper and pen.
After the announcement, the temperature in the college dropped as if it was ignited. It was okay for the freshmen, but the old students were in a state of excitement, and some even seemed to be shouting slogans to cheer them on.
That night, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep. Wen Shi also didn't sleep for half the night, but the reason he didn't sleep was that he was thinking about other things.
The next day remained cloudy.
The advantage of the auditions is that they only take up half a day of class. Because Song Yan suddenly disappeared, there was one less class representative, but Teacher Ruan didn't take it seriously and invited the players after the eleventh place to have dinner together after class.
"Being a class representative is a high-risk job." While Wen Shi was sighing, he had been observing Teacher Ruan. At present, looking in the mirror did not seem to have much impact on him.
Before Teacher Ruan noticed this, Wen Shi withdrew his gaze, stood up and left the classroom.
"Do you want to queue up?" Wen Shi asked.
There were a lot of people participating in the audition, and the order of performances was determined entirely by the order of entry. He had something else to arrange, so he planned to go there early.
Ji Yuanzhi shook his head: "I don't have any talent to show off, so I can only transplant flowers and trees."
The implication is that he is preparing to secretly replace the identity of a selected old student.
After hearing this, Wen Shi looked at Jian Qingrong and said seriously, "It's so sad for people at the bottom of society to see their hard work being reaped by others."
I don’t know which lucky person will be chosen by Ji Yuanzhi.
Jian Qingrong nodded. He had also worked for free in a large factory for several years.
Wen Shi said with a thankful tone: "So I chose the unspoken rule."
Life is more than a hundred years long, so you can avoid taking eighty years of detours.
"… "
The audition site was packed with people, almost all the students in the school were there.
Faces full of excitement and expectation, full of longing for the future, had no idea that this concert, for which they were willing to give everything, might very well become the first large-scale killing show stage for the Mermaid King after he awakened.
Those students who were not selected or even qualified to participate in the entrance seats are actually the lucky ones.
Along the way, Wen Shi kept making calls, but no one got through.
At present, most people were crowded outside the teaching building. The student union was distributing number plates, and Wen Shi took one. After searching with his eyes, he finally saw the person he was looking for, put away his phone and walked over.
The zombie was so eye-catching that he was the only one in the crowd who seemed to be ready to reach out and rip someone's heart out.
The kind that's really heartfelt.
Zombies don’t like the sun and don’t like waiting, and today they both happened.
The student union did not issue him a number plate, and the video of Youshi's open class that day was privately circulated. He was a victim of the conflict between new and old students. He almost vomited when he heard the principal's open class. A member of the student union was curious about how bad it could be, so he went to the monitoring room to take a look and couldn't stand the first two sentences.
He copied the video and circulated it to his classmates privately. This was a way to vent his anger. Why did they have to work so hard to get in? Special admissions students can even be exempted from the entrance exam! The most outrageous thing is that the college did not prohibit freshmen from participating in this year's concert.
The senior students did not think that the freshmen had the ability to get the show selected, but the audience seats were limited, so the school allocated separate audience spots for the freshmen.
The wandering zombie is equivalent to a point of conflict. The old students want to use him as a fuse to arouse public outrage and try to persuade the college to reduce the number of places for special admissions.
"You sing like a ghost, and you have the nerve to sign up."
"Damn special recruits."
"The color of her skin is unhealthy and she looks like a ghost."
Wen Shi: “…”
What kind of poor and ostracized script is this for the zombie
"Please make way, please make way." Before the bloody disaster befell the students, Wen Shi pulled the wandering corpses out of the pile of cursed people.
Wen Shi looked in all directions, led the wandering corpse to a path, took out the [Nightingale Voice Changer] and pinned it to his school uniform tie.
"I got this when I was doing the class representative task," Wen Shi read the instructions to him, "Before you go on stage to perform, turn it on and you'll have a brief ethereal singing voice."
While helping to cheat, I heard the sound of footsteps from behind.
Wen Shi's mouth corners slowly curled up, knowing that the person he was waiting for had arrived.
He kept in mind Yaerlin's teaching that he must understand the map before the battle, so Wen Shi figured out the only way from the teacher's dormitory building to Quhe Building. Among the three instructors, only Lily had a weak sense of time, and occasionally she would be late for class for one or two minutes. The auditions started at three o'clock, and the students came early. Lily did not have the good tradition of being early. Based on Wen Shi's observation of her, she would still come on time. The sound of high heels was very distinctive. The moment Lily, who was in a hurry, saw Wen Shi, her expression was a little subtle.
Wen Shi seized the opportunity, his eyes full of questions, and he took the initiative to step forward: "You clearly saw it yesterday, why didn't you..."
Lily didn't want to be involved in this matter. The instructor looked at the special recruits like a livestock. She interrupted Wen Shi's accusation directly: "It won't hurt to be seduced. The school has decided to let you participate in the show."
Things have already happened, and Teacher Ruan can't go and explain anything to Lily. He can only cut his losses in time and ask to put the person in.
Teacher Ruan was also planning to let Wen Shi go to the concert, but he just wanted to use him to accomplish something first, but he was preempted by others.
Wen Shi asked: "Then do I still need to participate in the audition later?"
"No need." Lily was almost too late, so she waved her hand perfunctorily and said, "I heard that Mr. Qi's class is going to put on a large-scale musical, and you will play the role of the stone then."
"… "
Lily walked past Wen Shi and couldn't help showing disgust when she saw the zombie. Every time she saw this face, the familiar song would appear in her mind, and the notes seemed to be able to overturn a person's skull at any time.
After Lily walked away, Wen Shi gave the number plate he had received earlier to You Shi: "Go and queue up, you will make a big splash."
He was very considerate: "The principal will definitely contact you privately afterwards, and then..."
Wen Shi whispered a few words, and the wandering corpse hummed twice in response.
[Zombie's loyalty to you 0.1]
The wandering corpses also left, and it seemed that Wen Shi was the only one left on the entire trail, but he turned around to look at the big tree behind him. Ji Yuanzhi jumped down from the tree, holding a camera with long ears in his left hand.
Not queuing does not mean not doing other things. Ji Yuanzhi came here to copy the images and record the behavioral habits of these students to facilitate future transplantation.
“It’s really rare.”
What he meant by rare was Wen Shi’s dedication to You Shi.
Anyone who knows a little about this person will know that when he helps others, he will definitely get something in return.
Wen Shi treated the zombies with almost no regard for cost. If he had decided to use the Nightingale Voice Changer at the beginning, he would not have needed to use the unspoken rules to guarantee his admission to the concert. Now his goal has been achieved, but the price he paid was that he had basically offended Teacher Ruan to death.
Wen Shi knew what he was thinking. When he came out of the office yesterday, the system kept prompting that Teacher Ruan’s favorability had decreased. There was a series of mechanical sounds, and finally he chose to block it.
"Isn't it our duty to be nice to our own generals?" Wen Shi asked with a smile.
Ji Yuanzhi: "If you have a good heart, you won't deliberately create encounters."
It was obvious that he wanted to let Youshi know that he would rather "sell himself" and give him the only prop he won.
"I'm sure your general must be very touched and his impression of you has increased significantly."
No, you are wrong this time.
The money I paid for selling myself was only worth 0.1% of his favorability.
Wen Shi could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, and said with a forced smile: "Yes."
It has increased a lot.
A coin appeared out of thin air in his hand, and Wen Shi got to the point: "Sponsor, are you surprised that You Shi was willing to lip-sync to get a place in the selection? After all, he seems to be very devout to music."
The last time he called him by this title was when he was conferring the position of high priest. Ji Yuanzhi's radar was about to go off when he called him that.
Wen Shi asked again: "Do wandering corpses really have no self-awareness?"
A nice singing voice can bring enjoyment to people, so it is defined as singing well. From this perspective, the singing of the zombies is useless and can only bring pain to people, but pain is also a kind of ability.
What the zombie needs is not music, but a wider stage so that he can appreciate the distorted expressions of the audience. When he uses his skills, the audience can't even leave.
To put it bluntly, I just like to enjoy other people's pain.
The situation of those spectators, in a sense, is very similar to that of the players in the copy.
Without Wen Shi's special guidance, Ji Yuanzhi also thought of the origin of the wandering corpse. The most outrageous thing was that Peng Lu was willing to be refined as a corpse.
The coin was polished to a gleam by the fingertips, and Wen Shi smiled and said, "Before Peng Lu died, he told me that the price to be paid is yet to come."
The zombie is rebellious by nature, and a loyalty level greater than zero is defined as "he loves you so much."
Wen Shi couldn't understand why A Sang was summoned when he didn't want to trade with the game. In fact, A Sang was treated very well and the game did not limit his strength.
Ah Sang is simple-minded. He cannot eat those crystals, so he will definitely think of improving the strength of the people around him. The wandering corpse naturally becomes his best choice. His arrival allows the wandering corpse to successfully upgrade to a hidden corpse.
Wen Shi has always been extremely cautious when facing someone with the word "游" in his name.
He couldn't be sure how much the zombies were related to the game, and what role Peng Lu played in this matter, but the zombies were now like Song Yan, a blank sheet of paper.
Wen Shi's fingertips rubbed the grooves of the coin pattern bit by bit, and it actually had a bit of erotic feel.
In order to avoid attracting too much attention to the game, he did not go into details and started talking about the mission.
"Youshi is the best brand, and voice is not a grade. He can make up for it in a few days." Wen Shi said calmly, "I have already told him that if the principal raises doubts in private, let Youshi hint that he has worshiped King Asa."
coming!
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Wen Shi: "Dad, your camera is pretty good. I believe that with your ability, you can definitely capture this scene at the audition without being discovered."
When the video is released, all students will know that King Asa has the ability to turn decay into magic.
"Think about it, if the singing of a zombie that can make people bleed from all seven orifices can become heavenly music, then what can't I do?"
Wen Shi raised his chin slightly, his pupils flashing with a strange light. He saw a predictable future, a scene where no matter how the school prohibited it, the campus would still be swept by a crazy trend of worshiping King Asa.
"… The principal can barely be considered a BSS who can fight against the Mermaid King. If even he starts to believe in the existence of the Ulthar Kingdom, it will definitely produce unexpected results."
Back to You Shi, he is a man who won't show his strength until he sees the rabbit. Although his favorability has only increased by 0.1 now, it will definitely increase further once he successfully passes the audition.
A [Nightingale Voice Changer] not only increases the favorability of the zombies, but also advertises the country of Uzza, killing two birds with one stone.
The coin with a cold glow was thrown into the air. Wen Shi looked at the smooth side with a smile in his eyes.
[Wangcai Bank] calculated that his future survival rate is not high because there are too many uncertain factors around him. However, these uncertainties will one day become stable, persistent, and willing to bow down to him.
"..." The glasses slid down a little from the straight nose bridge, and Ji Yuanzhi felt that it was time to change the frames. Recently, the glasses had been slipping off more and more often.
So are the middle school boys now starting to choose the path of sobriety and decadence
He really wanted to say something to stop the other party, but the hateful and hateful thing was that this plan was outrageous but flawless.
The best brand ambassador for the Youshi brand is simply a king bomb.
Wen Shi sighed: "Having come to this point, I am also helpless."
He had been talking nonsense in front of his family, but now that the words were out, he had to build an empire for Acang no matter what.
Ji Yuanzhi didn't adjust his glasses, but pressed his eyebrows.
“It’s not enough to have manpower, you also need financial resources.”
Wen Shi looked at him and smiled: "You can use the mermaid as a money bag. King Asa's sudden appearance will distract the principal's attention, which will also be good for them."
The mermaids own the Linyuan Food Processing Factory, and they must have other industries as well. To sum it up in one word: they are not short of money.
"I will find an opportunity to talk to Mr. Ruan and see how to guide him to sponsor us."
The zombie realized his dream of being on stage, the mermaid got a chance to catch her breath and founded her own country. As I said before, everyone has a bright future.
This is the truth, goodness and beauty that Wen Shi pursues in every copy, and he has indeed achieved it.
Ji Yuanzhi: “…”
You have really made great use of a voice changer.
(End of this chapter)