Chapter 10: Required courses must be skipped, elective courses must be skipped...
Have you ever seen S City at 5 a.m.?
Lin Suxing had met him.
When the selection manager woke him up, Lin Suxing was dreaming of eating, drinking, and having fun everywhere after withdrawing from the competition, and indulging in a crazy amount of tripe in Chongqing.
"Huh? Recording a TV show?" Lin Suxing wiped away the drool that was about to spill out under the dim light.
However, the selection officer did not stop and went to call other people.
When Lin Suxing arrived at the training base lobby dressed in his best, he almost smiled wryly when he saw his teammates, who were also incredibly sleepy and yawning constantly.
The selection manager was just a young man in his early twenties, and he was already drooping his eyelids. He still had to explain to them: "You're going to a place that's quite far away to film a spin-off program today. Every group has one, Produce: Goose and Duck Kill, which is a real-life version of Goose and Duck Kill. Because this game requires a relatively large space to play, the journey will be quite long. Your group is filming in the morning, so get ready to leave now."
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Suxing immediately raised her hand: "Selection Manager, I need to ask for leave. I want to catch up on sleep in the dorm."
Anyone who has been a student knows the principle that you should skip required courses and definitely skip elective courses.
Since there was no explicit requirement to participate in this activity, it was considered an "elective," and Lin Suxing decisively decided not to go!
Since he's going to withdraw from the competition anyway, why is he still recording these things? Being in a group with Lin Ke feels like Lin Ke is going to set traps for him again, so he might as well not go at all.
Everyone present was taken aback when Lin Suxing said this.
Even if spin-off shows like Produce: Goose and Duck Killing aren't included in the main Produce episodes, they'll still be featured in spin-off programs and seen by many people.
This is a rare opportunity for all contestants to increase their exposure, especially for those ranked lower.
Even a tiny bit of screen time, if it gets one more question in the comments like "Who is this? He's pretty handsome," can earn him more popularity.
The selection manager was clearly surprised that Lin Suxing, who had been actively seeking opportunities, would suddenly give up like this, and asked, "...Suxing, are you sure? If you don't go, you won't get any screen time in this spin-off episode."
Lin Suxing nodded: "Yes, I know, thank you for reminding me, but I am really too tired."
So what if he's not on camera? Compared to the online bullying and forced expulsion he suffered in the original story, this is much better.
Following suit, Meng Huaiwen hesitated for only a few seconds before making a decision: "Brother Xuan Guan, I don't want to go either."
In his nineteen years of life living a life of luxury, this young master had never experienced the hardships that come with appearing on this variety show.
She couldn't eat or sleep well. If it weren't for being with her boyfriend, Meng Huaiwen would have paid to terminate the contract and run away long ago.
Before going to bed, Lin Suxing deliberately opened the companionship system to see what Nian Nian was doing.
Time within the system flows at the same rate as time in reality, and the small world on the screen also turns into daylight at this moment.
Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire office bright and airy.
Outside the window, pixel-style CBD skyscrapers stand side by side, outlining a clear city skyline.
Inside the spacious office, a large, sleek desk sits in the center, its desktop made of light-colored natural wood.
Four ultra-thin monitors were assembled in a matrix on the table, a stack of paper documents lay next to the keyboard, and the most eye-catching item was a milky white coffee cup steaming with pixels.
The chibi-style character has changed out of last night's bathrobe and into a casual shirt by Brunello Cucinelli. Even in its chibi form, the excellent drape of the fabric and the exquisite stitching are still evident.
The shirt was a gentle light gray, with the top two buttons casually undone, and the cuffs rolled up to the rounded elbows, revealing the wrist and a platinum watch with a mini dial.
He was frowning slightly, his little blue dot eyes were focused on the huge computer screen, one little finger was pointing at his chin, and the other little hand was unconsciously typing on the keyboard.
Although the setting was clearly an office, Lin Suxing was instantly charmed by Nian Nian's chubby cheeks and blue polka-dot eyes: "Ah Yixi is so cute!!"
Even if she does nothing, she's still very cute!
The chibi-style, pixelated characters are exactly the template for Lin Suxing's favorite simulation game.
And it comes pre-installed with the system, so you don't need a phone!
A notification suddenly popped up at the top of the screen:
[Would you like to proceed to the first chapter, "[His Past]," to delve deeper into Nian Nian's past?]
"What is this? There's a storyline to follow?" Lin Suxing exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Suxing clicked the "Yes" option, and the screen immediately transitioned into a gradient of pixelated squares. Then, when it lit up again, it transformed into a realistic 3D modeling screen!
The chill of the night seeps into the bones in the London suburbs.
Like a silent ghost, the black Maybach slipped silently through the wrought-iron gates of a Victorian-style mansion in Kensington.
The car sped past the meticulously trimmed holly hedges and finally came to a stop in the center of the cobblestone-paved circular driveway.
The car door opened, and the first thing to step out was a gleaming black Oxford shoe, followed by long legs encased in well-tailored Eton College dark blue suit trousers.
The young man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and his demeanor already carried the meticulous manners of an ancient family.
The mansion was brightly lit, with tall Roman columns supporting the portico and heavy black doors inlaid with brass door knockers.
Along the road, the figures of security personnel in black coats could be vaguely seen. They were like sculptures blending into the night, silent and vigilant. The occasional low static from their wireless headsets indicated the unusual state of martial law at the moment.
"Young Master," the driver whispered, then drove the car to the garage on the side.
The boy nodded almost imperceptibly, without saying anything more.
He climbed the stone steps to the door alone, his figure appearing somewhat desolate in the London night.
The heavy solid wood doors opened silently inwards, and warm lights illuminated the corridor, revealing an even more magnificent scene inside.
A huge, layered crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling of the hall, its countless facets refracting light into a dazzling shower of stars.
The walls were covered with dark olive green silk wallpaper, from which hung heavy gilded frames containing oil paintings with ancient brushstrokes.
The dark oak floors gleamed, and were covered with intricately patterned Persian carpets.
The young man took off his suit jacket, which a silent servant bowed and accepted. He loosened his tie, revealing a clearly protruding Adam's apple and a small patch of pale skin on his collarbone beneath his shirt.
He walked straight toward the study next to the main hall, his boots making a very slight thud on the carpet.
Everything seemed normal. The fireplace crackled and popped, and the air still held the faint sweet aroma of roasted apples and cinnamon from dinner.
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the brass doorknob of the study, his movement suddenly stopped.
Those grey-blue eyes suddenly narrowed.
In the air, beneath the familiar scent of cedar, there seemed to be a faint, unfamiliar aroma, carrying the smell of sweat and metal, which clashed with the room's inherent odor.
The boy's muscles tensed instantly, and all his fatigue and childishness were replaced in an instant by a cold, almost instinctive alertness.
He stood in the gorgeous and warm halo, but a chill ran down his spine.
As if he had just changed his mind, he didn't immediately push open the door, nor did he panic. He simply withdrew his hand and put it into his trouser pocket.
But his hand, tucked into his pocket, had already quietly gripped a cold, hard, custom-made ceramic dagger that he never parted from.
[WARNING! High-risk threat! Danger encountered every year!]
Lin Suxing's system interface suddenly displayed numerous large red text prompts. Then, the screen perspective abruptly switched, becoming an infrared-scanning-like perspective image.
The door to the study at the end of the corridor was ajar. A blurry red humanoid silhouette was hidden behind a huge oak bookshelf. The cold outline of a Walther PPK pistol with a silencer was highlighted, and the muzzle was slowly moving, predicting Nian Nian's walking trajectory.
At the same time, the game interface flashed red lights frantically and an alarm popped up: [High Danger! Armed threat behind the bookshelf at 7 o'clock!]
Below, three options appear: [1. Trigger security system], [2. Lock study door], and [3. Power off].
The countdown progress bar was only three seconds long, moving extremely fast. Lin Suxing immediately pressed the option to [lock the study door]!
A power outage wouldn't affect a killer who usually wears infrared goggles, but it would obstruct Nian Nian's vision. Closing the door would at least buy him some time.
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The knife handle gradually became warm under the body heat of my palm.
The heavy solid wood door seemed to be violently pulled by an invisible giant hand, slamming shut with astonishing force! Immediately afterwards, a very clear "click" of a metal latch locking into place came from inside, completely isolating him from the outside!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
A series of muffled but deadly gunshots, each equipped with a high-efficiency silencer, erupted violently through the study door!
The expensive solid wood door was instantly pierced, sending wood chips flying! A series of bullet holes followed his rolling trajectory, slamming into the carpet and the wall behind him, shattering a classic oil painting!
With a tactical roll that was almost chaotic yet incredibly efficient, Li Xinian quickly took cover behind a massive Roman column in the living room, leaning against the cold marble pillar and breathing heavily. The scorching heat of the bullets tearing through the air still seemed to graze his skin.
Without any hesitation, he swiftly reached with his right hand towards the huge, decorative olive tree bonsai beside him. His fingers quickly brushed aside the damp soil, precisely touching a cold, hard object encased in waterproof material.
Outside the courtyard, what was initially a state of alert and standoff suddenly escalated into an extremely intense close-range firefight!
The bursts of automatic rifle fire, the retaliatory shots of pistols, and even the occasional muffled thuds of explosions instantly shattered the tranquility of the wealthy neighborhood at night!
The sound of shattering glass and faint shouts and curses could be clearly heard even through the thick walls and soundproof glass of the mansion!
The external security forces are completely tied up, and may even be unable to protect themselves.
He had to face alone behind the door, perhaps those professional assassins.
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