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Chapter 592, a title

What's going on with this guy?

The boy stared blankly at the inferior person in front of him.

The man's face was pale, and he wore dark eyeshadow that he had somehow gotten his hands on. He also seemed to have applied the eyeshadow to his lips, making him look like he had been poisoned.

That joyful expression vanished in an instant, as if it had just been an illusion.

Gu Mian applied foundation to her face last night, and after getting on the train today, she even smeared some ash on her face in the carriage to prevent the upper class from recognizing her after she took off her mask.

He did his makeup in the dark in the train carriage; it definitely didn't look good.

Just looking at the little boy's expression...

Gu Mian touched her chin. "Am I really that ugly? Why are you looking at me with that expression?"

"Mike, what's wrong?" The people in front turned around to look at the boy who had suddenly stopped, only to see Gu Mian's face, which looked like a non-mainstream style.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Immediately following was a burst of mocking laughter in the corridor.

"Hahahaha, what kind of look is this?"

"This is hilarious. I've never seen such a ridiculous-looking lower-class person."

"Are you envious of us by making your face so white? Envious of our upper-class status? Heh, don't even think about it. People like you, no matter what you put on your face, are still lowly and inferior. There's no way to change that."

The children kept spewing sarcastic remarks.

Gu Mian seemed not to hear anything at all, and only looked at the person in front of her with sudden realization: "So your name is Mike."

"Shut up. Who gave you permission to call me by my name?" Mike looked disgusted, but couldn't help looking up at Gu Mian.

Gu Mian's expression was normal, without any sign of excitement.

Mike blinked hard. No, he clearly saw the strange expression on the person's face when they took off their mask, but it disappeared in an instant.

Is it his imagination?
Mike frowned as he thought about it, and suddenly he felt that the lowly person in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

As the world's most popular show, killing games are naturally favored by many upper-class people.

Everyone, young and old, loves watching that show, including these kids.

They had certainly met Gu Mian.

I've only ever seen Gu Mian on TV, wearing a white coat and with a clean face.

Furthermore, the guitar bag did not appear in the scene when Gu Mian participated in the killing game.

This time, he even took off his white coat and carefully wiped his face, losing all his anchor points.

It's really hard to recognize someone who isn't a close friend.

Mike stared at Gu Mian for a long time but still couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The children in front of him were getting impatient when they saw that Mike wasn't moving: "Mike, what are you standing there for?"

"We finally made it out today, don't waste our time." Then a little girl suddenly complained, "It's all because the restricted area is broken, monsters are rampant everywhere, that's why the adults don't let us go out freely."

It seems that the destruction of the restricted area has had an impact on these people.

As Gu Mian pondered this, he looked up at the lawn outside the window. In the distance, the edge of the lawn was surrounded by a tall iron fence. He had seen this when he got out of the car, presumably to prevent the invasion of monsters from the restricted area.

“The adults are already clearing out the monsters. Although those monsters are strong and powerful, we have many slaves…” a child said, glancing at Gu Mian. “As long as we let these lower-class people rush to the front, we will reduce the losses. Compared to when the forbidden zone was first destroyed, there are far fewer monsters now.”

"What a qualified background explainer," Gu Mian thought to herself.

“Okay, let’s go quickly,” said the little girl in the lead, “to the place we always go to.”

Upon hearing this, Mike stopped scrutinizing Gu Mian. He frowned, turned his head, and carefully recalled whether he had seen her somewhere before.

Gu Mian took the opportunity to count the number of children.

There were five in total, three men and two women.

Neither of them seemed like easy targets.

The weather is nice today. The sky is clear and blue after the rain, and the sunlight shines through the corridor windows onto the ground without any obstruction, making it feel warm and cozy.

Everything was warm and beautiful.

The occasional passerby with a sly grin from the upper class became the only flaw in this otherwise heartwarming scene.

“It’s okay,” Gu Mian thought, “They’ll probably all disappear soon.”

Just as Gu Mian was lost in thought, the children led him around a corner and up the stairs.

The building beneath her feet was oval-shaped with a hollow center and a ceiling covering the top. Below was where the upper class watched performances, while the solid circular area next to it contained uncrowded rooms. As Gu Mian walked along, she saw many rooms with their doors tightly closed, which were probably offices or storage warehouses for some people.

The upper class certainly wouldn't miss the carnival's spectacular performances. When Gu Mian first came out, he could still manage to provoke several adult upper-class people, but as time went on, they encountered fewer and fewer people.

When the group stopped, there was no one else around except for the children.

At the same time, a loud cheer erupted, a cacophony of noise mixed with music and laughter.

Like the cheers of people before a performance begins in a TV series.

Gu Mian looked in the direction of the sound, but a wall blocked his view.

The children, of course, heard the sound as well.

Mike, who was closest to Gu Mian, turned back to look at him again: "The next performance has started, but it has nothing to do with you."

Gu Mian showed a regretful expression.

"Judging from your expression, do you also want to win the Most Popular Award?" A mocking voice came from the side. "I heard that the lower classes who win that award will live a good life. It's a pity you don't have a chance to perform. You must be very sad."

Gu Mian straightened her chest and said with righteous indignation, "How could I be such a shallow person! I didn't perform for the sake of winning awards, but to let more people see me, to spread the light of art, and to let the audience here marvel at my wonderful performance!"

After listening to Gu Mian's impassioned speech, everyone fell silent.

The children stopped laughing and just stared blankly at Gu Mian, looking at her as if she were crazy.

I'm not a cuckoo! I don't want to be a cuckoo!
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(End of this chapter)