Chapter 1 Happy University (I)
Feng Zhibei slowly opened his eyes.
It was pitch black in front of me and I couldn't see anything.
What happened before...?
Suddenly, the freezing cold lake water, the severe pain in the spine, and the suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen came over me.
It took him a moment to realize that he seemed to be dead.
"...As expected, did you attack me?"
Feng Zhibei smiled with his mouth pulled.
After all, he was called a "bastard without emotions", and death could not bring him any emotional fluctuations, but...
"It's a bit of a pity that I can't see the good show performed by the Feng family."
Feng Zhibei thought.
Before his death, Feng Zhibei's greatest pleasure was to see the Feng family's fear and hatred towards him, and to try to figure out their thoughts.
They loathed him as a bastard who was adopted home halfway through his life, yet they also hated and feared him. During his lifetime, he was a renowned designer and artist who never needed to ask anyone for anything; instead, others often came to fawn over him.
But Feng Zhibei will not help anyone, even if the other person is a relative with the same blood.
This may be the reason why he was pushed into the lake by his family.
The memories end here.
Feng Zhibei pressed his head. His short life was really unremarkable except for art. The most important issue now was his current condition.
It's pitch black here and I can't see anything.
He is a very orthodox materialistic atheist. After all, death is death, and at most all that remains is some ashes.
But now...
After death, is there a procedure to be followed before a person can be released?
He groped, trying to stand up.
Suddenly, cheerful music came to my ears, followed by a crisp prompt sound.
"Ding! Hello, respected junior anchor! You will be assigned a job soon~"
?
...what is this?
A line of bold white words slowly emerged in the darkness.
[Congratulations! You've become the only commentator in this live streaming system! You'll be assigned a task soon——]
"...Wait, what is this live broadcast you're talking about?"
Feng Zhibei frowned slightly.
The suspended white text was garbled for a moment, but immediately recovered.
[We have detected that you are a newly signed anchor. We are now publishing the live broadcast requirements for you. Please read them carefully! ]
Immediately afterwards, a screen appeared in front of Feng Bei.
[Commentary anchor: needs to commentate during the game, and the performance will be determined by the live broadcast effect. If it does not meet the standard, all health points will be deprived.
Please note that commentary anchors have a special nature and need to actively interact with the audience. Please do not turn off the barrage and pay attention to the rhythm of the commentary! 】
Feng Zhibei scratched his palm unconsciously, "What is health value?"
[The host's health is linked to their real-world health. If it is detected that you have lost your real-world vital signs, your soul will be reclaimed by the system if your health in the game reaches zero.]
Feng Zhibei thought about it, wouldn’t that just give him another life and become a game anchor?
Or a commentator.
During his lifetime, he was involved in a wide range of designs and took on many game designs, so he had some research in this area.
[Please note, the host has fifteen seconds to prepare before the first live broadcast mission begins!]
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.
Explanation, how to explain?
【5, 4, 3……】
He stretched.
Never mind. Since it has happened, I might as well make the best of it. I’ve died once anyway.
The worst that can happen is that I die again.
【1】
The countdown is over.
The entire space fell into darkness, followed by a bloody giant game icon.
Wilderness Reboot
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Feng Zhibei opened his eyes.
This was a shabby and slightly crowded dormitory, and I was lying on a moldy lower bunk bed.
[Ding! Please confirm the initial values and live broadcast props! ]
A translucent pop-up window popped up in front of him. Feng Zhibei thought for a moment before clicking "OK".
[Name: Feng Zhibei
Initial Attributes: Missing Romance - Level 1]
“……?”
Feng Zhibei couldn't figure out this inexplicable attribute, so he clicked on the other half of the live broadcast props.
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a low-level item: a Bluetooth headset that can’t be thrown away!
Developed specifically for commentary anchors, it does not affect your hearing and can improve the sound quality of your live broadcast room!
An ordinary headset fell on Feng Zhibei.
He studied it for a while and reluctantly put it on his left ear.
A few scattered comments appeared on the semi-transparent live broadcast page in the upper left corner.
[Why is this anchor wearing an in-ear monitor? Is Wilderness recruiting new idols recently?]
[Look at this red-haired guy, he seems to be quite good looking.]
Feng Zhibei leaned in to look at the live broadcast page.
[Number of people in the live broadcast room: 4]
"Four people... this number is really unlucky and unlucky."
Feng Zhibei adjusted his headset.
"Can you hear me?"
Feng Zhibei's voice is not pleasant in the traditional sense.
His vocal cords were injured in his early years, so his voice is usually low and becomes hoarse after speaking a few words.
But he spoke with a nasal tone, and the sticky feeling neutralized the sharp hoarseness, making him sound like he was acting coquettishly.
The barrage paused for a long time.
[No, Wilderness is crazy, really raising a little idol in this kind of death game? ? ]
[This kind of vase won't last more than a day!]
Feng Zhibei ignored the comments and looked around.
There were four double beds in the dormitory, a total of eight beds. Except for the bed he was on, the rest of the beds were just empty wooden boards.
In the middle of the corridor, there was a long, tattered table with many messy books and an old flip phone on it.
Feng Zhibei found it a little unbelievable. He hadn't seen anyone using a flip phone in many years.
He got out of bed, walked to the desk and picked up his cell phone.
The small phone screen lit up and a few paragraphs of text appeared.
[Congratulations to the player for activating the game and entering the props. Please keep them properly to avoid loss.
Welcome to the game copy: Happy University
You are an ordinary senior student. As the postgraduate entrance examination is approaching, you and your parents are under great pressure, and your family happiness index has plummeted.
Please return home alive from campus within five days and restore your family's happiness index.
Current family happiness index: 0.3]
...college students.
Feng Zhibei fiddled with his cell phone.
He has never been to college, and he doesn't understand the relationship between postgraduate entrance examination and family index.
[Due to the special nature of the anchor's job, please pay attention to audience feedback during the task and interact with the barrage in a timely manner]
Feng Zhibei looked up and glanced at the live broadcast page.
However, I didn’t expect that the number of people in the live broadcast room would be much larger than at the beginning.
[Holy crap! This new guy is a commentator! !]
[What should I do? I'm a little tempted by his face. Should I give him some money to survive a few more dungeons?]
What's he thinking? The average death rate for commentators is 99%, and the remaining 1% is reclaimed by the wilderness. How could he possibly survive?
I'm curious about his final commentary. With this dungeon's initial kill, it feels like he'll be dead within five minutes...
He looked at the number of people online.
[Number of people in the live broadcast room: 26]
Tsk.
Feng Zhibei was having a headache with this explanation. He really couldn't figure out how to explain this immersive game.
He didn't know where the game was going.
Buzz.
The flip phone vibrated twice.
Feng Zhibei picked up his phone and saw a text message on it.
"Xiaobei, I forgot something on my bed in the dormitory. Could you help me get it and bring it to me at the school gate?"
The sender was Liu Hongtao in bed three, and my bed was bed four, which meant that my roommate's bed was above my head.
Feng Zhibei stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was on the upper bunk.
Then I was caught off guard by a pale face.
…! ! !
Oh shit!
Feng Zhibei suddenly squatted on the ground, opened his eyes wide, and screamed silently.
Before taking his phone, he checked the dormitory to make sure no one was there.
But he clearly saw a person's face on bed number three.
...Or maybe not human.
This reaction is so boring, I want to give it a negative score.
[There's a chase going on next door, and a lot of people died.]
[Forget it, he won’t survive a single game anyway.]
Feng Zhibei waited for a long time, but there was no movement in the entire dormitory.
His heart was beating wildly. The scene just now was really quite exciting. As time passed, the thing above did not move, and everything seemed to return to calm.
He pondered.
Killing at close range is a basic move in horror games, but ghosts usually kill people according to rules.
Feng Zhibei picked up his phone and decided to call his cheap roommate to confirm what he wanted to get.
After a few sounds of music, the call was connected.
"Hong Tao, you left something behind. I'm so sorry I couldn't find it..."
He was cautious, his voice thick with apology, and his guilt seemed to overflow the screen.
But his face was expressionless, forming a huge contrast with his voice.
When he was a designer, he often used this Tai Chi trick to deal with reporters' calls.
[… Damn, the clip anchor]
[I'm new here. What happened? Is Wilderness training a good-looking streamer again?]
[This anchor is a commentator]
【……】
Perhaps due to the hardware limitations of the flip phone, although WeChat can be used, the other party's voice sounds unclear and mixed with a hint of electric sound.
"Didn't find it?" The other person's voice was a little cold, and then he slowed down as if he had thought of something. "It's on the upper bunk bed. It's mine..."
Feng Zhibei didn't hear clearly and said, "Huh?"
"It's my girlfriend."
The other party repeated it.
Feng Zhibei: "..."
"Okay, I understand. I'll go check it out again."
The other person added, "Make sure you get it to the school gate before dark. She's scared to be alone."
Feng Zhibei hung up the phone.
Well, the one that fell on this guy was most likely the ghost that just brushed past his face.
He stood on tiptoe and looked up at the upper bunk.
It was still quiet up there, without any movement at all, and it didn't look like there was anyone there at all.
Due to poor early life and malnutrition in childhood, Feng Zhibei is only 171cm tall and only 175cm tall with shoes.
His height limited his ability to explore, and he couldn't see the entire upper bunk from the floor. But he wasn't willing to climb up and explore, as the bunk bed ladder was covered in a thin layer of dust and looked a bit dirty.
[Note: Please actively participate in exploring the plot and interact with the audience]
Feng Zhibei gritted his teeth.
He had never experienced what it was like to work for others during his lifetime, but he never expected that after his death he would have to work for a dog company.
He looked around and saw a pack of tissues on the messy desk. He took a dozen or so mad pulls, then walked to the sink in the dormitory, ready to wet his hands and wipe the dust off the ladder.
There is a dusty mirror in front of the sink in this dormitory.
Feng Zhibei turned on the faucet, and after a few muffled puffs, a thin trickle of water began to flow out.
He wet the tissue and looked in the mirror.
He still looked the same in the mirror.
Her long, bold red hair was tied back with unruly bangs that almost covered her left eye. Her skin was pale, her pupils were very light, and there was a dark teardrop mole just below her exposed right eye.
The ear that wasn't wearing the headset was pierced by a strangely shaped earring.
Many media outlets have reported on Feng Zhibei, describing him as a perfect artist, both in appearance and in his works.
The vulnerability and naiveté he deliberately revealed became reasons for the media to praise him.
Who could have known that beneath this false appearance, there was such a hypocritical and indifferent person.
The blurry figure in the mirror twitched the corners of his mouth.
Feng Zhibei wrung out the paper. The horror game scene of killing in front of the mirror that he had imagined would happen did not happen.
A bit regrettable.
He glanced at the live broadcast panel.
[Number of people in the live broadcast room: 59]
Seeing that he was showing signs of interacting, the barrage immediately started to refresh.
[Why doesn’t the anchor go up and take a look? Go over there quickly.]
[You have a beautiful face. Say a few nice words to me and I'll give you some gifts. I can even help you live longer.]
[Is the anchor's hair real? Do you have a partner? Do you like men or women? ]
"What a shame, such a pretty girl died so soon. If she hadn't died, I might have bought you a night for 500 yuan."
Feng Zhibei walked towards the bunk bed. He saw the last comment out of the corner of his eye. His eyes dimmed, but he still had a perfect smile on his face.
"Good afternoon, thank you all for coming to watch my live broadcast."
"The host doesn't speak nice words, but if you like, you can learn to speak them."
He wiped the bed and stepped into a soft voice.
"The hair is real. I'm single and I like men."
There are more barrages.
Feng Zhibei grabbed the handrail next to the ladder and climbed up little by little. The thin layer of muscle on his arms bulged into a beautiful arc.
After he climbed to almost the same position, he looked up.
A pale face was facing him, almost touching his face, and the dark eyes were staring at him.
The face had no hair and no body, only a bloody spine attached to the bottom of the face.
“…Oh no!”
Feng Zhibei shook his body slightly, and with lightning speed, he threw a stack of dusty wet tissues at the face of his roommate's girlfriend.
The barrage paused for a moment, and then a bunch of "?" appeared.
Feng Zhibei pinched the spine of the struggling face like picking up a fish, and shook his head in disgust.
A few drops of blood were splashed on his face.
Then he smiled apologetically towards the live broadcast room.
"Sorry viewers, I'm a new streamer and don't know the rules very well. Please forgive me if there are any shortcomings in my explanation."
"Well... the host won't sell it, but if you suit my taste..."
Feng Zhibei threw the bloody face to the ground, then jumped directly off the ladder and stepped on it.
With a "puff" sound, a painful scream was heard from under the feet, and blood splattered.
"If it suits my taste, free is not a problem."
He gave a gentle smile to the live broadcast room, his cold eyes hidden by his bangs and loose hair.
The live broadcast room was boiling with comments.
The author has something to say:
Thank you everyone (bow) (bow)
By the way, I'm going to push three short short pre-collections. I know it's shameless but... (top pot cover escape
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