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Mr. Green felt like he had lost all hope in his life. He was already incredibly unlucky, and now he had to participate in that damn variety show.

He had heard a little about the variety shows in this world before, and knew how cruel the entertainment programs in this world were to the lower classes, who could easily lose their lives if they were not careful.

Back when the word-guessing game was still around, he wanted to take some time to visit and learn from this world, and make his word-guessing game even more exciting and thrilling.

Unfortunately, although he came into this world, his role changed from host to participant.

We're already on that thief's train; there's no way we can get off.

Thinking of this, Mr. Green clung tightly to Gu Mian, looking up at her with anticipation: "You will protect me, right?"

Gu Mian looked down at him and smiled: "Of course."

Mr. Green is, after all, one of Xiao Hong's old toys, a frequent visitor to be tossed around by Xiao Hong. Gu Mian will definitely do her best to protect her beloved toy.

Mr. Green breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving Gu Mian's promise.

This was truly the episode that made Gu Mian feel most at ease.

By this time, there were eight people in the car, including them.

Gu Mian looked at the people who came in front of her and saw that some of them were holding their number tags in their hands, while others were hanging them on their chests.

“1111, 1112…” Gu Mian looked at their number plates. It seemed that the numbers were issued according to the order in which they entered the carriage. Mr. Green and he were the seventh and eighth people to enter the carriage, respectively.

Gu Mian led Mr. Green to a spacious corner to sit down.

There were no chairs or benches in the carriage for people to sit and rest, so they had to sit on the floor. Moreover, the corrugated iron carriage wasn't very well ventilated, making it somewhat stuffy inside, and it would probably get even hotter once more people arrived.

But the lower classes inside didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Each of them had an expression of excitement and longing on their face, and some were even whispering among themselves.

"I heard we're going to campaign in the places where the upper class lives. I wonder how big and nice those places are."

"Their floors must be covered with food, and everyone has two beds when they sleep, one for the first half of the night and one for the second half. You know what a bed is, right?"

"1119"

"1110"

The sound of upper-class people being handed out number plates came from outside again, and one person after another poured into the carriage, making the already small space feel a bit crowded.

Gu Mian gently shielded Mr. Green in front of her, letting the valiant Mr. Green help her block the enemies filling the carriage.

Mr. Green was squeezed and twisted, making a cracking coughing sound.

"History always repeats itself in surprising ways," Gu Mian remarked.

The last time I came to Theme Park to participate in the circus variety show, the scene when I was in the car was similar to this time, except that there was an extra twisted and deformed Mr. Green.

Last time, Louis was a high-ranking circus master; this time, he's a prisoner.

"Help, help... me..." Mr. Green managed to utter.

Gu Mian then pulled him out of the crowded throng.

He was so short that his head was constantly being jostled around by other people's buttocks, and his hair was all jostled and messy.

"1150, that's enough people. The rest of you, get out of here." The voice of the upper class came from outside.

It seems that each vehicle can only transport fifty lower-class people; of course, any more would be too many to fit.

Upon hearing that enough people had been taken and the train was about to depart, the passengers in the carriage became excited again, discussing and exchanging ideas, expressing their longing for the upper-class residential area.

"I heard that if you win first place in this variety show, you'll have the chance to become an upper-class person. Oh my god, I can't imagine how wonderful life would be if I became an upper-class person."

How familiar this tactic is.

Gu Mian remembered that Louis's variety show also offered this reward, but it was a scam.

At this moment, a lowly person spoke out what Gu Mian was thinking.

"I heard that in that previous circus variety show, the first place winner also had the chance to become an upper-class person, but the show was canceled later."

"It's said that the circus ringmaster on that show conspired with outsiders to blow up many upper-class people, and then the show was canceled. Although I'm a lower-class person, I've heard about it." The lower-class person who spoke had a slightly smug expression on his face. "The person we're going to try on this show is that circus ringmaster, Louis."

A chorus of gasps and exclamations filled the carriage. "There are fifty people in our train, I think. I saw many other trains drive into our area. If each train has fifty people, then we'll have to compete with hundreds of people to win first place."

"I saw on the flyer that the first stage is for us to go to the upper-class residential areas to canvass for votes. There are definitely not enough people in one upper-class residential area, so they will probably divide us into many groups and put them in different upper-class residential areas..."

Just as the people in the carriage were chattering about the upcoming variety show, they arrived at their destination.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, producing that piercing braking sound once again.

The braking was sudden, without any consideration for the "passengers" in the carriage.

People were thrown forward by inertia, but fortunately Gu Mian had the foresight to cushion Mr. Green's fall in front of her. Mr. Green let out a painful groan and tears streamed down his face.

Then Gu Mian heard the sound of the door opening from the driver's cab at the front of the carriage, and someone jumped out of the driver's cab and dragged their feet to the back of the carriage.

With a "rip," the iron door of the carriage was opened, and the long-awaited sunlight shone in.

"Get out, you trash." The upper class had no desire to have any further contact with them. After opening the car door, they dusted off their sleeves and left, as if they were covered in dirt.

The lower-class people got off the bus one by one, looking bewildered.

"Is this where the upper class lives? No, it doesn't seem like it."

"What should we do next? There isn't a single upper-class person here."

“Look, there are several other trucks over there, and people are getting off the trailers.”

Gu Mian also grabbed Mr. Green and jumped out of the carriage.

What comes into view is a vast concrete area, densely covered with tents of various colors. These tents are not new; some are even half collapsed, suggesting they have been there for quite some time.

He looked around and saw four trucks parked on the open ground, and in the distance a magnificent upper-class residential area.

Gu Mian also saw a sign leaning against the side that read "Waiting Area".

He got it.

The variety show doesn't start until tomorrow. In the eyes of the upper class, the lower class is so wretched, not much better than dried-up excrement on the roadside.

They wouldn't tolerate a pile of shit sleeping in their place.

So these lower-class people were only brought to the vicinity of the upper-class residential area in advance, but they were not allowed to enter. They would only be allowed to enter when the variety show officially started tomorrow.

But the upper class clearly overestimated the level of the lower class.

The lower classes are mostly illiterate, so these playing cards are redundant here.

But the ubiquitous tents also made some of the lower classes realize something.

Someone shouted, "The variety show doesn't start until tomorrow, looks like we'll be spending the night here."

No one objected. They chose their tents with either excitement or worry, and huddled inside to think about the variety show that was about to start the next day.

There were clearly not enough tents; not every lower-class person had a place to stay.

Some weak and thin lower-class people were driven to other places. Some of them went to sleep in the carriages, and when there was not enough room for them, they shrunk to sleep under the carriages—at least they had a roof over their heads.

The worst off were those who couldn't even get a ride under a car; they had to sleep on the open concrete ground.

Mr. Green was originally one of the "weak and thin" group, but he got a tent to rest in by following Gu Mian.

Gu Mian didn't know what season it was in Paradise World, but he knew that the temperature was very low at night.

It even started raining heavily in the middle of the night.

Mr. Green, huddled in the tent, was chilled and sneezed loudly.

Gu Mian looked at Mr. Green, who was shivering from the cold, thought for a moment, and then took out a green thing from her guitar case and covered him with it: "The color suits you very well."

Mr. Green looked at the doll that Gu Mian had placed on him, puzzled: "What's the use of putting a doll on me?"

"It looks like something's covering it." (End of Chapter)