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Shen Qingqiu's fingers suddenly froze.

A boring match?

These words were like a thorn, piercing her nerves with pinpoint accuracy.

Is it a coincidence?

Tomorrow is the highly anticipated "Relief Cup" competition, which has already spread online.

At this critical juncture

This "dream weaver from hell" actually titled the next chapter "A Boring Match".

Is this a provocation? Disdain? Or some kind of malicious joke?

...

The last row of the bus.

Lin Que, who should have been "sound asleep,"

He was currently huddled inside his oversized school uniform jacket.

The faint light from the phone screen illuminated his wide-open eyes, which were wide awake.

He definitely didn't sleep.

Not only was he not asleep, he was also enthusiastically browsing the author backstage of Hongguo Novel Network.

He specifically set a timer to post the message before going to bed last night.

The timing of the card issuance was crucial; it was precisely around the time this bus entered the highway.

When everyone is bored and starts playing on their phones.

At this moment, the data in the background skyrocketed.

The comments section was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.

I'm kneeling! I'm really kneeling! Can't a doctor heal himself?

This is mind-blowing! Dream weaver, how exactly does your brain work?!

Why do I feel a strange sense of satisfaction watching the Ghost Doctor saw off his own hand? Am I a pervert?

[Upstairs, be more confident and remove "not" and "了"!]

[You're not alone, that's the charm of rule-based combat! It's a million times more entertaining than mindless brawls!]

Yang Jian was too calm; he was still able to notice the Ghost Doctor's wound under those circumstances.

That mental fortitude—no wonder he's a man who survived three episodes.

Lin Que looked at these comments and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The readers are smart; they quickly grasped the appeal of the "rule-based conflict" concept.

This is precisely the core competitiveness that allows "Human World is Like Prison" to stand out.

It's not about who's scariest, but who's smarter and more ruthless.

Continue sliding your finger down.

Finally, he saw the comments about the trailer.

Just as he expected, this was the main event of the day.

Wait a minute! Guys, check the preview! The next chapter is called "A Boring Match"?

[Holy crap, is this for real? Yang Jian just escaped one danger only to fall into another? What kind of competition is this? Is it some kind of ghost-on-ghost eating contest?]

Are you guys stupid? Consider current events!

What day is tomorrow? It's the Jiangsu Province "Relief from Worries Cup" Essay Contest!

Hahaha! Blind student, you've hit the nail on the head!

Is the dream architect being sarcastic or sarcastic? Absolutely!

[Dream Weaver: This kind of competition, full of positive energy, is utterly boring. You'd be better off watching ghosts perform surgery in my book.]

[Hilarious! I heard that this competition will use "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" as the key to the questions.]

The Dream Weaver and Jian Shen were sworn enemies, and this taunt was absolutely deliberate!

[Bold prediction: In the next chapter, Yang Jian will barge into a competition and turn all the judges into ghosts!]

Looking at the readers' wild imaginations, Lin Que almost burst out laughing inside his school uniform.

These people were actually half right.

He was indeed using "Human World is Like Prison" as a way to vent his frustrations.

Shen Qingqiu forced him to participate in the competition and even made him memorize some "Sayings of Jian Shen".

It felt like being forced to eat a meal of boiled vegetables without salt, so bland it was maddening.

Since the body cannot resist, one can only find some amusement in the mind.

He wrote his real-life grievances into the book, allowing thousands of readers to vent along with him.

This feeling is even more refreshing than drinking an ice-cold cola on a hot summer day.

"A boring match..."

Lin Que repeated the title in his mind.

Actually, in the following plot,

Yang Jian will indeed be drawn into a death game called the "Ghost Realm Survival Competition".

There were no flowers or applause there, only endless killing and betrayal.

In comparison, the essay contest to be held tomorrow at the Jinling Olympic Sports Center,

It does seem a bit...too sentimental.

"However, since we're here, we have to play the part."

Lin Que closed the author backend and switched back to the green bubble interface.

The pinned chat box contained several photos sent by my mom.

In the photo, the elderly couple is standing at the entrance of the residential compound.

A red banner was being held up, which read:

"Warmest congratulations to Lin Que on winning the championship in Nanjing!"

A group of neighbors had gathered around to watch the spectacle.

There was even a stray dog ​​named "Wangcai".

Lin Que looked at the photo.

The playfulness in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a gentle look.

Although the game was boring, I did it for this banner.

For those red underwear, for the bragging rights my mom had on social media...

He still has to play his part well in this performance.

For that silly banner, for that pair of tacky red shorts,

For the sake of his mother's satisfaction in showing off on social media...

This heartwarming drama,

He not only has to act, but he has to play the lead role.

The car body suddenly jolted slightly, and its speed decreased.

The driver's voice, thick with local dialect, came over the loudspeaker:

"Dear teachers and students, wake up! We've arrived!"

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