Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Chapter 37 - Silly Rabbit

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

Wu Jin opened his eyes wide, watching as his ‘teammate’ rolled away on the spot, his gaze growing even blanker.

Wei Shi stood at the door. In contrast to the effects caused by the virtual lights, he was cast in a dark, gilded shadow. On his back was a large sniper rifle and a light machine gun. Even though his expression couldn’t be seen clearly, a strong sense of oppression could still be felt.

However, only Thin Fire noticed him.

Wu Jin’s gun sense and danger judgement had always been bad. At this time, he had also been poisoned by the butterfly, so it was even more difficult for him to discover the existence of a third person.

Wei Shi tsked, then walked into the instance room. His big sniper rifle was just behind his elbow, easily within reach. He rolled up his sleeves as he walked over, revealing muscular arms and explosive fists––

Thin Fire felt a sense of crisis and unhesitatingly raised up his hands in surrender. “Big bro! Talk properly if you have something to say!”

Wei Shi glanced at the selfie stick that had also been raised up when Thin Fire raised his hands, then moved to stand in front of Wu Jin.

Wu Jin blinked and looked up at him foolishly.

“Hand.” Wei Shi stated.

Wu Jin cleverly stretched out his paws and was caught by a rough, hot palm. Wei Shi checked his pulse and asked, “How much do you remember? Do you know who you are?”

Wu Jin shook his head. He felt that he might be a little prince of butterflies who could turn butterflies into fairy balls, but that was something he could only think about secretly in his heart.

Wei Shi made a humming sound then asked, “What’s 12 times 31?”

Wu Jin replied slowly, “372.”

Thin Fire: “!!!” He paused slightly, then immediately tried to suck up, “Little Witch’s calculating ability is pretty good, still able to do math while foolish––”

The toxin had dispersed from the air after the instance was cleared. Wu Jin had recovered a bit and was a little aggrieved as he said, “I’m not a fool…”

Wei Shi’s gaze swept over Thin Fire’s body like a cold, sharp blade. Thin Fire pedaled back two steps, his back chilled even as he roared in his heart––if he’s foolish, then he’s foolish, why couldn’t it be said?! This mama fan was way too overprotective!

Thin Fire thought about it, and then felt that this was a good opportunity.

At this time, all three of them were on their own. It was better for them to form a temporary team. The competition map this time was extremely tricky, and he’d only obtained a single map marked ‘17’. The big bro in front of him… although he was a little overzealous as a fan, it was obvious that he was very strong.

Forming a three-man team was like putting together a group of strong people… Oh, no, more like two people and one burden… Male god Thin and single-parent mama with a little fool…

Thin Fire became increasingly satisfied as he thought about it. He was just about to open his mouth to suggest it when he saw the big bro leading Wu Jin to turn around and leave.

Thin Fire was anxious, “Little Witch! Big bro…”

Wei Shi turned back to look at him. Perhaps because his gaze held no warmth, it made his eye contours even more profound and stunning. This was the first time that he’d looked directly at Thin Fire since he’d come in.

Thin Fire could feel a chill in his right hand, and the palm of the hand that had just tried to hold Wu Jin’s back was covered in sweat.

Thin Fire quickly set down his selfie stick and took out his map. “I have something good here&#k2026;”

Wei Shi’s movements were light and easy as he twisted his fingers and fanned out some sheets. Thin Fire choked, &#k2018;2’, 3’, &#k2018;5’, &#k2018;8’ were all there. He could practically play poker with all his map numbers! After that, Thin Fire’s eyes almost popped out of his head&#k2013;&#k2013;

Wu Jin, who had been walking slowly behind him, was actually picked up and carried away by that big brother!

Wu Jin raised up his small round face and slowly looked towards Wei Shi. He giggled foolishly when their gazes met, showing little white teeth that had no offensive power at all.

Wei Shi held the little fool and dropped a sentence before heading out, “Second room to the left. There’s a sniper rifle.”

Thin Fire froze, then felt a burst of joy. Sniper rifle! There was a sniper rifle! He was an assault and sniper contestant, and not having a sniper rifle was like missing his most capable right-hand man.

This big brother was quite interesting. He himself was forced to join hands with Little Witch for the sake of forming a CP, yet this big brother was over there flaunting his strength––stalker fans were truly terrifying. He’d probably been coveting his idol’s small hands for a long time.

Other people would accompany their idols to activities and support them when they became fans, but this person directly went to accompany them into the competition. With big brother’s abilities, why didn’t he go do other things? He came here to be a trainee instead…

The ‘ding dong’ prompt rang out, and Thin Fire watched the two of them disappear in one direction before heading quickly to the left. The second room was indeed an S-level instance, and the possibility of being awarded a sniper rifle was very high.

Thin Fire was overjoyed as he went through the doorway, but then his pupils contracted!

Artificial rain poured down from overhead, and the genetically modified pupa hung off banana leaves that were drenched from the rain. The entire room seemed to serve as their incubation pod, and the rain contained some sort of fatty acid glycerides…

Thin Fire went stiff and reached up to touch his face.

It had also dissolved his own foundation, eye shadow, mineral face powder––

His make-up was gone.

Thin Fire wailed shrilly and quickly tossed away his selfie stick, “You XX stalker fan, I won’t let you get away with this! Wasn’t it just holding his hand?! You just wait! Sooner or later, I, your daddy, will get revenge––!!”

Wu Jin followed Wei Shi out, and the dim lighting in the corridor made him open his eyes fully.

When Wei Shi turned his head slightly, he saw a pair of amber eyes sparkling and flashing, appearing a little silly every now and then due to the poison.

Wei Shi directly pulled the gun off the silly rabbit’s back and tossed it into his arms, “Hold.”

The neurotoxin could only paralyze its prey for half an hour. Wu Jin’s symptoms would subside soon, but the aftereffects would last for two or three days––this was related to the individual’s willpower.

At this time, Wu Jin was obviously out of sync with the competition arena. A common therapy method was to use the items a patient was most familiar with in order to stimulate the return of their consciousness.

But then, Wu Jin huffed and mumbled as he held the gun––and his technique was clearly strange. One hand wrapped around the gun barrel while the other dragged along the handle of the gun, simultaneously looping the carry strap of the gun over his head.

Wei Shi pushed open the door at the other end of the corridor, then looked at him thoughtfully, “Do you still remember what you came here to do?”

Wu Jin nodded repeatedly and said happily, “Boy group… lead dancer!”

Wei Shi used his chin to point at the gun, “What is this?”

Wu Jin replied solemnly, “A guitar!”

Wei Shi: “……”

The entrance to the instance opened, and the inside was filled with a gloomy light that illuminated the skeleton bone-like butterflies perched on the silver birch trees.

Wei Shi cleared out a space and gestured for Wu Jin to sit inside.

“In the future, when you encounter this kind of thing, you should hide yourself first.” Wei Shi rubbed the handle of the gun and commanded.

Tsk, still too weak.

Wu Jin nodded obediently, then clambered to the back of the bunker and stuffed himself inside. Seeing Wei Shi turn around to leave, he couldn’t help but speak up, “Then, you… where are you going?”

“Clearing the field.” Wei Shi looked down at the troublesome rabbit spirit from his higher vantage point.

Wu Jin waved the gun in his hands, “Then… I’ll write a tune here!”

Wei Shi nodded perfunctorily in a gesture of superficial respect to the silly boy band group contestant.

Gunshots rang out, the sound of gunfire breaking out abruptly under the white birch trees. Wu Jin flipped the map over once again, writing and drawing all over the back of it. As soon as Wei Shi returned, he saw Wu Jin waiting for him delightedly.

“The song’s finished!”

When Wei Shi emptied out the supplies box, he was surprised to see Wu Jin adjusting the scope. He’d been unable to do so before he turned silly, so there was absolutely no chance he’d be able to tune it up all of a sudden after becoming foolish.

Indeed, Wu Jin held up the gun like it had wronged him and said, “The guitar is broken.”

Wei Shi grunted, “Sing, then.”

The man set down the machine gun. The dust and gravel from his earlier shooting and fighting was still present, his left arm powerful and capable as he attached the gun’s magazine. The muscle contours of his neck and shoulders were clearly visible when he bowed his head, his gaze deep and dark.

Wu Jin stared dazedly for a long time and then suddenly blurted out a sentence, “You’re so beautiful.”

Wei Shi declined to comment as he sat down beside him. Wu Jin sniffed lightly and could smell the faint scent of blood. It obviously didn’t belong to the man, but rather to the prey he’d taken down.

Wei Shi spoke up. “Singing or not?”

Wu Jin quickly nodded his head.

In the gloomy and scary forest, the youth cleared his throat. Wei Shi sat lazily next to him and casually looked down at the map he held in his hand. The camera beside the ceiling lamp had been ‘accidentally’ damaged during the fight just now, but its positioning turned out to be very good––

Looking down from above, it could be seen that the man’s arm was resting on the bunker that Wu Jin was hiding in. It was as though he was holding the youth in his arms.

The moment Wu Jin opened his mouth, Wei Shi’s gaze shifted slightly, his line of sight moving away from the map.

The youth’s voice was clear, gentle, and smooth, and it was obvious that he’d been professionally trained. His tone was low when he first began, then gradually rose up as though he were singing a ballad, the transformation more like a slow stream of water than an intense pop music tune.

“Gunpoint butterflies~ Red tomatoes~ Soft, soft. Lambie lamb~ Spending Children’s Day together with you~ Oh, how it burns~”

Wei Shi: “……”

Wu Jin, who had lost all ambition in life, had clearly also lost the most basic logic when it came to composing lyrics, but he could subconsciously, barely, still make the lyrics rhyme.

The lyrics, other than rhyming, had nothing else to recommend them.

However, the tune was inexplicably cheerful and soft.

Wei Shie’s gaze shifted, and eventually, he had endured it to the end.

Wu Jin’s eyes were bright and sparkling when he finished singing.

Wei Shi: “Not bad.”

Wu Jin immediately became bolder. He pointed to the machine gun that he’d been coveting for a long time and asked, “Can I sing it again with your guitar?”

Wei Shi tossed the gun to the silly rabbit.

The amber eyes immediately turned into crescent moons. Wu Jin delightedly sang the song again, then asked Wei Shi for the sniper rifle.

Then, there was the high-powered sniper rifle in his hands…

But before he could go through Wei Shi’s entire arsenal completely, the man suddenly opened his mouth, “It’s about time.”

Wu Jin was bewildered, “What…”

“Come here.”

Wu Jin happily clambered over, still hiding himself well. Perhaps it was because he’d been sitting still for too long, but the movement seemed to shake out countless pieces of chaotic information.

“Do you remember your name?” Wei Shi narrowed his eyes at the silly rabbit.

Wu Jin froze, “Wu… Wu Jin…” His expression suddenly froze, “I, I, I… why am I here––Big, big brother?!”

Juurensha: Awwww, Little Witch’s song makes zero sense, but at least WS complimented him.

xiin: did anyone else notice how Wei Shi totally tricked Thin Fire into an instance that would wreck his make-up as petty revenge? wahahahahaha