Chapter 37: Chapter 37: A Little Bit Higher
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She finally understood the source of her earlier excitement.
In this tense and thrilling game, she suppressed her excited heartbeat, because… because here she is no longer incomplete. To some extent, she was the same as them, equal.
Even, she might be slightly above them.
Because she had a vague idea of how to clear the stage.
It was truly ironic that the pitiful Xiaoke, who was discriminated against, ignored, and had no presence in reality and had no say, had found a sense of belonging in a game as absurd as a nightmare.
Bai Youwei suddenly understood the boisterousness of those hooligans.
Although she despised their behavior at the time, she had to admit that the feeling of having power was indeed wonderful, and few people could resist it. She looked down at the palm of her hand, slowly clenched it, and then slowly opened it again.
There was nothing there, she was staring at it.
Just as she was staring, Shen MO and Tan Xiao returned.
Both of them were covered in mud, with mud in their hair, looking ragged, exhausted, and serious.
Even Tan Xiao, the careless one, had lost his jokester demeanor. He said with a mournful expression to Shen MO, “Damn it, there’s too little time, what can we do in 20 seconds? It’s not even enough time for me to pee! I had just dug a hole, and time was up!”
Shen MO didn’t speak. He checked Bai Youwei’s leg to make sure she was okay, and then turned to Tan Xiao and said, “Three minutes.”
Tan Xiao blinked, looking confused: “…Huh? What three minutes?”
“He’s talking about frog time.”
Someone else chimed in. It was Zhang Hua, the original leader.
He had just crawled out of a shell and was leaning on a snail taking a breather, saying expressionlessly: “From the appearance of the frog to its departure, it took 3 minutes and 15 seconds in total. If we exclude the mud turning process, there’s only 3 minutes.”
It seemed that those who had made it through a game round had something extraordinary about them. This Zhang Hua seemed particularly sharp with numbers and time.
Tan Xiao understood, and suddenly realized: “So we just need to hold out for 3 minutes to make it to the next round?”
Shen MO looked at him, corrected him: “Making it to the next round is meaningless, but we have 3 minutes to kill the frog.” Tan Xiao’s eyes widened: “Kill… kill… kill the frog?”
Zhang Hua also looked startled.
“Big bro, are you kidding?” Tan Xiao said incredulously, his eyes wide in alarm, “That thing is almost as big as a small building, how can we kill it?!”
Shen MO had a folding fruit knife in his hand, he opened the knife and calmly wiped off the mud, saying calmly, “20 seconds is too short. Even if we can determine the landing range, we want to find the golden ball among dozens of holes. 20 seconds is not enough. The time limit is decided by the frog. If we can kill the frog, we can extend the time to find the golden ball.”
The harsh and straightforward reality in front of them was: there wasn’t enough time.
The ball was in one of the holes.
But whether it was walking in the mud or digging in the mud, it took too much time.
Shen Mo’s approach, though seemingly absurd, is undoubtedly correct. 20 seconds is fleeting, they must strive for more time.
Tan Xiao opened his mouth and closed it, closed it and opened it again, struggling with a decision, and finally, after a long time, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He said menacingly, “Alright! Let’s do it! I am not scared of it!”
At his words, Shen MO responded with a strange look, “You’re weaponless, just focus on finding the ball. I’ll handle the frog.”
Tan Xiao:
Wow, that got intense.
At this time, Jin Qiu appeared again, floating in mid-air, laughing:
“Current game failure, surviving players 19. Now entering the third round of
‘Frog’s Golden Ball’. Please be prepared, players! Countdown to start,
59…58…57….”
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