Chapter 852: Chapter 816: Rebar-Piercing Roller Coaster
Just speaking of it, there was a staff member beside Li San earlier, accompanying him. It’s unclear what they were saying to Teacher Slaughter after they went on stage.
Is he also pretending to be an upper class person using an identity card?
Thinking about this, 007 turned to look around but couldn’t find the trace of that staff member.
She had no choice but to put her gaze back on Li San, who indeed looked different from the other upper class people, both in behavior and tone.
He seemed like an actor pushed on stage without understanding the script, stiffly reciting lines. Now caught by an audience member, he didn’t explain but anxiously grabbed his clothes, trying to snatch them back from the other person’s hand.
Clearly, he wanted to leave the audience area quickly.
Seeing the sweat on his forehead and his increasingly worried expression, 007 became more certain that this person was a disguised upper class person.
Who is he truly? What purpose does he have here? 007 pondered calmly.
Of course, Teacher Slaughter wouldn’t let this dispute continue; a quarrel in the audience doesn’t look good for him as the host.
"Everyone, calm down!" Teacher Slaughter spoke again, in his usual confident tone, "Is everyone already anxious over just an appetizer? Don’t worry, the real excitement is yet to come."
Though his expression was confident and his tone firm, he felt weak inside.
He cursed the person who designed the progression rules in his heart, then hurriedly proceeded with the next steps.
Quickly end this damn second stage and enter the third stage; the third stage will definitely make the audience happy.
While thinking this, Teacher Slaughter glanced at 0175 standing blankly beside him; now it was 1868’s turn to choose a project for 0175.
The two had long agreed to waive their turns alternately; had there not been a glitch earlier, 1868 would have waived his turn already.
Teacher Slaughter held no hope for the next developments, he focused his gaze forward, looking at 1868 sitting straight-backed behind the audience, 1868 was a bit far, so he’d have to shout to host the next part.
Teacher Slaughter took a deep breath and loudly said to 1868 behind the audience, "Now, it’s your turn to choose a project for 0175."
Hurry up, just waive your turn.
It would be best if the next four groups waiving would also quickly move along, lest the audience’s anger grows increasingly intense, Teacher Slaughter sensed a dark future ahead.
stared blankly at 1868 sitting on the luxurious champion seat, he was eagerly anticipating, anticipating sitting on such a seat himself, becoming a "Candidate Upper-class."
Mixed in the anticipation was some urgency, as soon as Teacher Slaughter finished speaking, he couldn’t wait to shout at 1868: "Hurry up and waive your turn! We agreed, I waived mine, and you have to waive yours too."
was immersed in the beautiful fantasy of becoming an upper class person and was somewhat annoyed when he heard 0175 calling him from the stage.
He sincerely felt different from those people on stage now; he was the champion, a candidate upper class! Sitting together with the upper class people!
His former humble self would become a thing of the past; what awaited him was the most glorious future.
But on stage, 0175 when talking about "we" seemed to imply his status was as high as his, shouting it before so many upper class people was simply tarnishing his reputation. 1868 found it especially grating, keeping silent for a moment.
Seeing 1868 remain silent, 0175 became anxious, raising his voice: "Why aren’t you speaking, hurry up and waive your turn! I waived mine so you could become the champion, now it’s your turn to waive!"
felt even more displeased upon hearing this, what made 0175 feel so entitled to command him?
He decided to ignore 0175 on stage.
Teacher Slaughter was originally quite hopeless, not expecting anything from the results, but seeing 1868’s delay in waiving his turn reignited a small spark of hope in his heart.
He looked at 1868, who sat upright in his champion seat, his demeanor slightly annoyed.
Meanwhile, 0175 kept talking on stage about 1868 waiving his turn, each sentence adding to 1868’s displeasure.
So that’s how it is, Teacher Slaughter understood something internally, a smile stretched on his lips.
A person of originally low status suddenly gaining a high position will experience a significant psychological change; they would detest their previous identity, look down upon friends sharing their former status.
If they’re then treated with an old familiar attitude, they’d become angered.
"My status is now far beyond yours, how dare you still speak to me like that, have you no consciousness? Or do you still see me as that insignificant, humble person I once was?"
Yes, that’s exactly how he should think, the smile on Teacher Slaughter’s face widened.
1868’s silence made 0175 anxious and caught the audience’s attention.
"Why hasn’t he waived his turn yet? We thought he’d waive it immediately so we could skip this boring segment."
"Look at him, it’s disgusting."
"Quickly end this dull phase, better yet, let the first five groups all waive their turns so we don’t suffer watching this."
Chu Changge quietly watched 1868 in the rear, after looking for a while, he then withdrew his gaze.
had been observing the situation, she sharply sensed things were about to take a different turn.
"He’s about to change his mind." Mr. Green whispered to Gu Mian on stage, "One glance at his expression and I knew, I’ve seen plenty of players with expressions like this in the instances; some mean they’re about to act unreasonably."
Gu Mian didn’t expect Mr. Green to be a microexpression psychologist, he said to Mr. Green: "Then take another look at the host above, analyze his current state of mind."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Green turned his head to look towards the top of the pyramid.
Since they stood in the lowest layer, Mr. Green had to tiptoe to see Teacher Slaughter at the very top.
At this moment, Teacher Slaughter’s face held a genuine smile, as he squinted his eyes looking at 1868 behind the audience, he spoke in an exaggerated tone:
"Champion of the Merry Carnival, Candidate Upper-class, you are now completely different from these contestants on stage, come, make your decision;
"Come decide the fate of this lowly lower-class person next to me, as your first exercise of power since becoming a Candidate Upper-class, it’s significant, the audience is watching you, your choice can decide the life and death of others."
"We agreed to waive together!" 0175 continued shouting, but no one on site paid attention, everyone’s eyes were on 1868.
sat in his chair, feeling somewhat floaty; he realized all eyes were on him, now he was the focus of the entire scene.
Everyone was waiting for his decision.
So wonderful! So wonderful! He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, savoring the anticipation of everyone as he exercised power.
The sensation of power was so marvelous, the voice of power so delightful.
He would use it to its fullest, never again humble or servile, needing no compromise, and certainly wouldn’t abide by the ridiculous agreement with a lowly person.
1868’s face showed a radiant smile, now indistinguishable from that of the upper class people.
He stood up, his posture and every movement resembling a true upper-class person, people watched as he raised his finger pointing to the grid at the pyramid’s apex, deciding 0175’s tragic fate—
"Steel Piercing Roller Coaster"
