Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Chapter 206 - Rushing Out

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

The lounge was suddenly silent.

Wu Jin continued to feel up the big boss’s waist as he sang loudly, “The scariest thing is the sudden silence in the air… Ah! Ohhh, ahhhh, don’t beat me! …”

Wei Shi was expressionless, but there was a fierce spark of desire that wanted to slaughter this big white rabbit in his heart.

The little rabbit cub in front of him was still bouncing and jumping around while being on the verge of getting knocked down, and his courage had swelled up more than a few sizes. Half a year ago, when he’d taken the rabbit home, it had still been shivering and trembling. When it was a little scared, it would prick up its little rabbit ears and look everywhere for its big brother. Now, the rice was 90% cooked, and it was hopping around in the pot every day.

And it couldn’t be held back.

Just like right now, with a body full of injuries. The rabbit must have been full of energy in the previous round––a small rabbit that chased after other players, biting at them ferociously.

There was a sudden burst of noise in the room. The wind was blowing, the clouds were flying, and Little Witch was about to get hammered!

Wu Jin was slapped back against the wall and stuck there. He looked up to see the big boss narrowing his eyes indifferently, “Cheating?”

In the next moment, Wu Jin was pressed severely into a corner of the wall. He struggled and tried to run, but the rough palms pressed down on the camouflaged curls with brute force, cupping the back of his head and pulling it towards the top level survival show trainee.

Wu Jin was forced to lift up his neck, gasping for breath in the narrow space. Their lips and teeth entangled again.

A few minutes later.

Wu Jin lay on the sofa face down in protest, “There’s a competition! We’re still in the competition right now!”

Wei Shi flipped him the right side up.

Wu Jin squeaked and protested, then flipped himself back with a swish, continuing to bury his face in the cushions.

Wei Shi peeled a few pistachios and put them into an empty bowl on the coffee table beside them.

Wu Jin’s ears twitched and he scolded, “How bad would it be if this was caught on camera!”

Wei Shi looked towards the ubiquitous Floating Entertainment logo that could be seen in the arena.

“……” Wu Jin continued to complain, “Even if-even if you’re the organizer, you can’t bully other players like this!”

Wei Shi got up and went out to the door. Wu Jin immediately popped himself out of the sofa, “Hey, we formed an alliance&#k2026;”

The paper and pen in Wei Shi’s hands rustled, and he pasted it up on the door after he was done.

Room 302 is full, please do not disturb.

After Rap Class 2’s performance, the dance and vocal groups performed very quickly.

By the time Wei Shi came back, Wu Jin was hiccuping, and the pistachios on the table had been swept clean.

The big boss brought back a bunch of bandages and half a bottle of iodine, so Wu Jin gritted his teeth and disinfected his wounds again.

Compared with the previous elimination matches, the seventh elimination match had much more humane care. There was no shortage of medicine and food, but the tough battle during the different stages was extremely cruel. It had just been one round, yet it was already 100 into 60, and the King of Hearts had killed nearly three quarters of their small group.

By the time the iodine had been used up, their watches beeped with a reminder. The top 60 would finally be announced.

Before the announcement was made, Wu Jin tried every possible trick to cajole the boss into rapping again, but he finally only got one word.

“Ha.”

“……” Wu Jin wanted to flip the table: For better or worse, you still rapped a ‘Ha-ha’ while on the stage! Why was there a 50% discount now?! However, Wu Jin ultimately couldn’t beat this Crosson badass and could only draw a rabbit head on the back of his hand with the iodine.

Wei Shi slowly raised up his eyelids, “Is this the post-game disinfection that you mentioned?”

Wu Jin quickly tossed aside the big boss’s hand with the rabbit head on the back and changed the topic. He started recounting his brilliant performance on the stage.

When it came to this point, there was no difference between Wu Jin and most other straight men.

After playing in a game, he repeatedly went over the highlights and slapped his thigh with self praise. Ah, he’d been so handsome just now. When he went over it again half an hour later, he was still in awe at how handsome he’d been half an hour ago. One hour later––

After the full narration, Wu Jin finally transformed himself back into competition mode.

“Painted skin, talent show, votes, bottom place elimination.” Wu Jin looked out the window to where the AI audiences were leaving in groups, “The promotion mode for the competition has been determined. For the individual players, the most important thing is ‘skin’.”

“The only purpose of wearing all kinds of skins is to please the audience. There are two ways to win the competition. The first is to make sure that one’s votes are outstanding. The second way is to grab a more brilliant ‘skin’.”

In the Crosson and Stardust Cup youth training performance competition, the second choice would be used far more than the first.

In this 21st century style training workshop, the player dormitories and the audience chattering outside the window came together to form an absurd yet interesting, unreal feeling. It was like the darkness of the talent show had been deliberately magnified. If one’s face, script, and popularity could be snatched away, then even the most pure and well behaved trainee would do whatever they could for the sake of popularity.

Wu Jin moved his gaze away, “The players are divided into three circles according to their initial rankings: high, medium, and low. However, the game was fair from the beginning. The high level circle has popular ‘human skins’, and the probability of having them taken away by point snipers was the highest. The initial ranking for those in the lower circle was lower, but they were given game props.”

Wu Jin opened up the watch and pulled up Wang Ping’s ‘photo with Nicholas’. As for Leica, his initial ranking had been 39th, and he wasn’t equipped with any props. Wei Shi’s initial identity was ‘Zhu Lan’, a trainee from the middle circle, and he had also been given no props.

Wei Shi nodded.

Wu Jin pondered, “However, this kind of fairness is limited to the beginning.”

“100 into 60. After the brawl, the ranks and identities will shuffle.”

“The rules of the game no longer need to make any special compensations for the lower circle. That means that the upper and middle circles will also have a chance to get special props.”

“My guess is that the competition system for the second stage will be very interesting.”

Both their wrist watches vibrated at the same time.

Before the release of the top 60, the survival number on their wrist watches was set at ‘67’. Similar to Wu Jin’s imagination, under the mechanism of six groups vying for votes, in order to advance, each player group was attempting to kill enough competitors to ensure their own vote distribution was sufficient.

The rankings were released from the bottom up.

In last place was ‘Lin Qingshan’, who’d been the King of Hearts’s first sacrifice. Wu Jin silently followed the list. The first names to be reported should be the 33 trainees who’d been eliminated in the earlier brawl. Those in the rankings starting from 67 would be the real surviving trainees.

96, Silver Armor.

93, Serra.

87.

Wu Jin sighed slightly. The 87th position should have been given to Nicholas, who’d been eliminated. However, the King of Hearts had continued to survive with Nicholas’s identity and was only eliminated in the last round due to the publicized black history. His rankings should be at around 67.

Wu Jin bowed his head and quickly laid out the estimated rankings on paper, waiting for the data to come out to verify his model––

The mechanical sound of the wrist watch finally sounded out again.

87, Nicholas.

Wu Jin was shocked.

Eliminated, Nicholas… Impossible, it was definitely impossible! K only had the ‘Nicholas’ identity on hand. Even if he’d pulled out his life-saving capsule and self-destructed, his elimination time should have been during the other players’ performance!

The tide of memory surged up.

Nicholas was eliminated, and his skin changed owners. There was no problem there. Before Rap Class 2 performed, the faces of everyone who’d died had been stuck up onto the wall as a deterrent. No problem there. He’d snatched up Tucker’s face during the competition, and there was no problem there either––

At the end, the King of Hearts had launched himself over to beat him––

Wu Jin paused abruptly.

His right hand quickly dug inside his combat training suit as fast as lightning.

The pocket where he’d kept Tucker’s face was now empty.

The King of Hearts had once again put on a new identity.

Wu Jin suddenly stood up and rushed out of the room, running towards the room for Rap Class 2.

“What.” Wei Shi raised his chin, “Who bullied you?”

Juurensha: WS: King of Hearts is now in danger

xiin: WS: only i can bully you!