Chapter 54: You Draw, I Guess

Chapter 54: You Draw, I Guess

"What are your plans for the future?" Philip asked Princess Aurora.

"I still want to escape, but I haven't decided where to escape to yet... I originally thought it would be better for us to team up together, after all, you are the only one I know in this game."

But he has more than one teammate.

"What is your mission?" Philip asked him suddenly.

"Me? My mission?"

"Well, you must have your own tasks at each stage. Don't think too much. I just want to help you if I can."

Philip smiled softly. On the top floor of the hotel, there were many beautiful decorations with oil lamps all around. His smile was bright and sunny, making those beautiful novelties seem a little dim.

Princess Aurora was distracted for a moment, but she still said: "...My mission is to escape."

Suddenly, a small speaker downstairs rang at this moment. It said, "All contestants, it's time to turn off the lights at midnight. Please go back to your rooms and turn off the lights to rest. There will be a warm-up match for the wits competition tomorrow morning, and there will be instructions before the competition officially starts the day after tomorrow. Please be on time."

Philip had to say goodbye to Princess Arlo for the time being.

"Where are you going to sleep tonight?" There is no spare room for him here.

"Outside." Princess Aurora replied briefly and went downstairs immediately. The door of the hotel would be closed soon, and he had to go out before that.

Being able to meet Philip, his purpose of sneaking in was achieved.

Philip used the key to open his room. 1984 people was still a very large number. Philip was not surprised that there was someone else living in the room. What surprised him was that the person was actually him...

It is true that enemies often meet each other. Enemies are always around the corner and it is hard not to meet them. Here we meet again.

The person living with him was the underage kid named Sykes.

He is so small, but his name is very mature.

Philip thought: If I report him now, can I have the privilege of having a room to myself?

Before he could finish thinking about his good things.

Sykes then spoke up: "Don't think you can kick me out, I gave money to the referee and the judges."

He is not a good student at such a young age.

"Money? Which family are you from? Do you have connections that allow you to become an official in the castle?"

Sykes casually mentioned a famous family in Fanfan Country.

"I'll go, but you're not old enough. Even if you win in the end, the princess can't marry you, right? I remember that the legal age for marriage here is 16. If the prince consort takes the lead in disrupting this order, it will be even more difficult to convince the public. Wouldn't everyone else be in chaos?"

"Prince, you are very nosy."

Philip leaned back on the bed, ready to rest. He was too lazy to meddle in other people's business, especially such troublesome matters as politics (:D), ecology, and human reproduction. He would go back after he passed the customs. What the local customs would become was none of his business.

"Be careful when you sleep at night. I wake up easily. If you wake me up, I will beat you up when I wake up," Philip threatened.

Sykes rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I don't have the hobby of climbing into other people's beds at night."

Tomorrow is the preliminaries, and the day after tomorrow is the official competition. Rest and sleep are particularly important on these two days.

If it was still a duel, Philip would not care so much. With his ability, he could advance even if he typed blindly. But the next one was an intelligence test, and he was not very good at it. For such a brain-burning test, even if he slept for a day and a night to recuperate, he was not guaranteed to be able to answer the questions correctly...

As Sykes himself said, he was very honest and did not cause any trouble all night.

Because he fulfilled his promise, Philip, who had a good sleep, began to like him more the next day. Philip was also a big fool. If others were a little nice to him, he would lower his guard against them.

He had now begun to put his arm around Sikes's shoulders, and was dragging him down to the dining-room to have breakfast with him as if he were a brother.

"Come, come, little Sikes, let's go to dinner together."

Sykes was puzzled: “???”

But he did not refuse. In his eyes, Philip was quite strong. Maybe they could discuss cooperation?

Philip asked, "How are your grades in school? If you have any questions later..."

As expected, I wonder how he can change his expression faster than a Peking opera singer, Sikes thought to himself.

"You think too much. If you blatantly cheat in the exam, be careful that your test paper will be confiscated and you will be given a zero."

"Hey, don't go. Isn't that the rule in reality? This is not reality..."

Suddenly, Philip understood something. Sykes was also a player like him. They were in the same different world. It was like meeting a fellow countryman. His eyes were filled with tears.

Philip quickly hooked his arm around his shoulder again: "Brother, don't abandon your compatriots. What is your mission? If it's convenient, why don't we do it together?"

Sykes stopped and thought for a while. He also felt that there was no intention to hide it from him. Since they were going to discuss cooperation, it was important to openly and generously introduce his identity.

He took Philip to a small corner of the hotel, a very hidden place, to prevent anyone from overhearing them.

"How long have you been playing?" asked Sikes.

My goodness, I was the one who asked first, but this brat actually wanted to find out his information first.

Philip learned from Yan Qing: "I'm at level eight."

Sykes chuckled after hearing this, but he didn't expose it. "That's pretty amazing. I feel inferior to him. I've only just reached the sixth level, and the difficulty is increasing. The eighth level is going to be really difficult, right?"

"This..." Philip was stunned by the question. Thinking back to the difficulty he and Lu Zhenqiu had gone through in the first two levels, he couldn't brag any more because the draft he just started with was not well written.

Yes, he got A in the previous level and S in this level, but why did others only reach the Sleeping Beauty level in the sixth level, while he was already Sleeping Beauty in the third level? According to this trend, if he really reaches the eighth level, won’t he be crushed into the mud?

Philip had not yet learned how to hide his eyes' emotions well. Although his expression might not reveal much, his eyes were already full of life and too much sadness to be caught by others.

"Why? Your task is difficult?" Sikes asked him.

"It's not that difficult, but now that you mention it, I'm a little worried about what kind of fairy tale the ninth game will give me."

Once you tell a lie, you need countless lies to cover it up. Philip would never admit that he was bragging, and he would continue to cover up the lie even if he got embarrassed.

Sykes curled his lips and said, "You haven't even finished this level yet, but you're already thinking about the next one? It seems like your task is really not difficult. Then you might as well listen to me."

Sykes began to slowly tell Philip: "I am the son of a loyal minister of Fanfan Country. I risked my life to sneak into the competition to participate in the election of the prince consort in order to revive my family. We were originally a family of founding fathers, and we should have enjoyed the glory and wealth accumulated by our ancestors...but I didn't expect to be harmed by thieves..."

Sykes said a lot of things.

Philip yawned. "So your mission is to get rid of the left and right prime ministers?"

"nice?"

"What about Princess Aurora?"

"It's about Princess Aurora. Participating in the election of a consort was my last mission, and I have completed it."

"..." He and Hansen had the same mission, which was to just participate in the competition and not care about winning or losing. But he had to beat his brother and win the final game. His mission was more difficult than theirs. Ahhhh, why was the system so unfair!

But then I thought, he is a prince. Maybe as the protagonist, he is destined to go through some hardships that others don’t have to go through…

"What's your mission?" Seeing Philip in a daze again, Sikes asked with concern, "If you can help me defeat the left and right prime ministers, I will also help you to the best of my ability."

Judging from Sykes's mission, at least we can know that the left and right prime ministers are not good people. The right prime minister had previously entrusted Philip to take care of his son. It seems that he just wants to make himself look good in front of the public.

"My mission is to eventually become a prince consort and marry the princess." Everyone knows that Philip is the prince and the official match of Princess Arlo, so there is nothing to hide about this mission.

"Okay, I'll do my best to help you in the competition. I don't need to be promoted anyway. I'm here just to gather intelligence from the higher-ups."

The two hurriedly finished their breakfast and quickly went to the competition venue to gather.

The preliminaries are set on the beach, which is quite fitting for the Abilene Harbor map.

Listening to the sound of the waves can also make people relax a lot, making the tense competition less stressful.

The preliminaries are for the referee to explain the rules to everyone and to test the operation. Tomorrow is the official start date of the competition.

Philip looked around in a team of less than 2,000 people. How easy was it to find someone familiar?

Sykes kindly reminded him, "Don't look for it anymore. Just listen to the referee's speech. Or do you want to be picked out by the referee for shaking your head like a rattle?"

This sentence reminded Chu Chengan of the fear of being dominated by the homeroom teacher in high school, especially when Lu Zhenqiu always hurt him, causing him to be called up by the homeroom teacher to stand in the corner and be scolded. It was all Lu Zhenqiu's fault. Forget it, it would be tears if he talked too much now...

Philip began to listen attentively to the explanation.

The first subject of their intelligence contest was actually—You draw, I guess.

“Draw My Guess?” Philip was shocked. Was it the same Draw My Guess game on the computer that he had played before?

Sykes asked him, "Have you ever played it?"

"That's nonsense. I don't live in the mountains where the internet is blocked."

Did he just play? During a boring summer vacation, when he hadn't thought about working to gain experience, he just stayed at home all summer, turned on the air conditioner, drank soft drinks, and played games to kill time.

At that time, he loved playing the game of "Guess What You Draw". Chu Cheng'an had no drawing experience at all. Others who were good at it brought their own drawing boards, but what about him? He just went in to watch other people's drawings and laughed.

By the way, Chu Chengan's paintings are obviously more outrageous than those paintings of weird things, but he...