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Chapter 801 Wishing everyone a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival
Just as Chu Changge said, Gu Mian was very confident in her luck.

It was bad luck to begin with, but now he also has an uncontrollable wish-granting system installed on him by an evil god, and who knows when his wish will come true.

Maybe halfway up the ladder, his foot slips and he instinctively feels the ladder break. Then the wishing system hears his wish and kindly grants it.

It would be best to find a way to control this wish-granting mechanism, although it has become much more restrained since it came to Gu Mian. You see, this wish-granting system was completely uncontrollable when it was on the evil god statue; whatever you wished for would come true. Now, at least the wish will only be granted if the conditions of "strong expectation" or "subconscious belief" are triggered.

Just as he was pondering, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the square.

Then the air fell silent for a moment, even the sound of talking stopped abruptly, with only the speakers on both sides of the platform still playing cheerful music.

But soon, screams, shouts, and cheers filled the entire square.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, or perhaps due to a slip, a lower-class person fell from the tall ladder, leaving behind only a scream.

He landed face down on the glass canopy of the audience, right in front of them. The upper-class people below could see his tragic end simply by looking up.

He was completely still; he was dead.

Cold sweat broke out on 007's back. He stared silently at the lower-class man who had fallen to his death on the glass canopy. The man's eyes were still wide open, as if he were staring back at 007.

She forced herself to look away from the dead man's eyes, but she couldn't look too far away lest she give herself away in front of the other upper-class people.

The upper-class spectators around them were cheering for this tragic death.

007 forcefully focused his gaze on the deceased's chest, where his number tag was hanging.

"Look, number 1178 has made a huge contribution and received the loudest cheers since the start of the game. Let's thank number 1178!" Teacher Killer's voice came at the right time.

Several cameras were now surrounding number 1178, taking close-up shots of him. One camera even crossed the audience seating area and came under the glass canopy to film his face from below.

007 pretended to avoid the camera following him from above, tilting his head to look away.

Number 1178 was photographed from multiple angles, and the footage was displayed on a large screen.

The upper class cheered, while the lower class either screamed or stared blankly, seemingly still reeling from the event.

The people on the ladder also stopped, cautiously looking down at the glass canopy that was tainted with the aura of death.

"Contestants, hurry up! The first place winner already has 252 votes, but none of you here have a single vote yet." Looking at the lower-class people who had stopped, the Killing Teacher showed some displeasure.

He urged the contestants on the field: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and climb up! Don't you want to get rid of your inferior status and forget why you came here?"

Upon hearing this, the lower-class people on the ladder began to climb desperately again. They dared not look at the corpses on the glass canopy, fearing that if they looked at them even once more, they would lose the courage to climb up.

007 turned her head and asked Chu Changge beside her, "Gu... he definitely can't climb ladders, so how are we going to garner votes?"

She and Chu Changge could only give Gu Mian four votes, and without a doubt, four votes were not enough to get her into the top fifty.

What's more, there's a hungry Mr. Green next to Gu Mian.

Chu Changge was still staring at the various balloons in the sky: "There is no direct relationship."

"what?"

"Climbing the ladder has no direct relationship with the number of votes."

007 was a little confused, so she looked up at the hot air balloons in the sky.

There were hot air balloons, some similar, but each one looked slightly different. 007 quickly spotted four hot air balloons shaped like eyeballs, but they were all quite different. One was slightly yellowish, one had bloodshot eyes, and the other two also had their own unique features.

There were lower-class people climbing the ladders beneath the four eyeball hot air balloons.

One of them had already climbed more than halfway. If he just kept going a little longer, he would reach the top and get the permit in the hot air balloon basket. At that point, he had surpassed the height of the previous first-place finisher and become the highest climber among the participants.

The teacher, who was also in charge of killing, noticed this and shouted, "Look at the eyeball ladder on the south side of the square! Someone has already climbed to an unprecedented height!"

At that moment, a camera flew toward the hot air balloon, but was distracted by another bloodshot eyeball and flew in the wrong direction.

"South! South! You idiot!" Teacher Killer cursed on the stage.

The camera rotated for a while, found the right position, flapped its wings, and flew over there, intently filming the lower-class people on the ladder.

"It's number 1089. The person who has climbed the highest among us is number 1089. Let's give him a round of applause!" Teacher Killer led the applause.

But few people in the audience responded to him, and he awkwardly continued to look at the lower-class people climbing.

Just then, there was another "bang".

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw another lower-class person fall down. This lower-class person had climbed higher than the previous one, so the fall was even more severe.

This time, the person who fell was closer to the edge of the square and did not hit the glass canopy, so 007 no longer needed to watch up close.

"Oh, they're the people who fell off our 'Dead Fish' hot air balloon," Teacher Kill explained.

There was only one fish-shaped hot air balloon, and there happened to be two camera cameras filming it. The two cameras quickly flew down and filmed the people on the ground from all angles.

At the same time, there were several more "bangs".

More and more people are falling.

007 watched from afar as the people who had fallen fell. Most of them lay motionless after falling, seemingly dead. A small number, who hadn't climbed very high, fell but survived, though they had broken bones and were rolling on the ground screaming in pain.

The other lower classes gradually became numb as well. Slowly, they stopped looking at the fallen with terrified and hesitant eyes, and just kept climbing upwards. To the rhythm of the fast-paced music and the cries of the injured lower classes, the people on the ladder struggled to climb upwards, as if they couldn't hear anything.

007 notices that a lower-class person is about to reach the top.

He was climbing a ladder hanging from a hot air balloon shaped like a ram's head, and he was only four or five meters away from reaching the top.

Neither the killing teacher nor the camera had noticed him yet; 007 could only watch his thin, hunched body from afar.

At this moment, the murderous teacher on the stage finally noticed that area.

He exclaimed, "Ah!" "In the center of the square, someone is going to climb to the top of that hot air balloon with the broken horn!"

There were two other hot air balloons with sheep heads in the square, one with a goat's head and the other with a black sheep's head.

Just then, several cameras were filming a ghost-face hot air balloon near the sheep's head. One of the cameras flew towards the sheep's head and projected the footage onto the central screen.

When the camera got closer, 007 finally saw what the person looked like.

His cheeks were sunken from long-term malnutrition, and there was a deep gray under his eyes, as if he had never had a good night's sleep.

He still looks like a teenager, but his haggard appearance makes him look like he's in his thirties or forties.

But at that moment, a strong desire burst forth in his eyes. He propped his head up with his thin neck and looked up from the swaying ladder.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more..." he muttered to himself.

The teacher stared intently at the ladder beneath the ram's head balloon, his face filled with fervor: "It's number 1133, just a few meters away! Just a few meters away from reaching the top! But you know, the last few steps on the road to success are always the most difficult. Can number 1133 overcome the difficulties and become the first person to reach the top?"

Teacher Killer is right. Climbing to this height has already exhausted most of a person's physical strength. These lower-class people are still hungry and cold every day, and their physical strength is even less than that of normal people.

It was clear that No. 1133 was completely exhausted. His arms and legs were shaking, and he had used up almost all his strength, relying only on instinct to grab the ladder and climb up.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him.

He was panting heavily, his hands and feet trembling as he slowly climbed up, but he didn't stop.

He knew that if he stopped, he would no longer have the strength to climb up.

Climb! Climb! He silently encouraged himself, mouth agape, like a caterpillar climbing an unreachable tree, like a seed breaking through parched earth.

Finally, he saw hope.

He finally reached the top, grabbed the edge of the hot air balloon basket with both hands, and used his last bit of strength to climb inside.

In a basket that could only fit one person, he saw a neat, white envelope placed in the middle.

He reached out and grabbed the envelope, plopped down on the ground, and burst into tears of joy.

"I did it, I really did it."

At this moment, cameras flew in from all directions, filming the envelope in his hand.

Teacher Killer said that climbing the ladder would get you a permit to go on stage, so the envelope must contain the permit. Number 1133 is the first person qualified to go on stage to campaign, so his vote count must be high. 007 pondered this in her mind. Then she thought of Gu Mian. Gu Mian would never climb the ladder, so how could he campaign?
007 turned to look at Gu Mian, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed Chu Changge staring at the Killer Teacher at the edge of the platform.

Previously, Chu Changge had been keeping an eye on the hot air balloons in the sky and the cameras flying around; now, he's set his sights on Teacher Killer.

007 followed Chu Changge's gaze and looked at the Killer Teacher.

"Now, number 1133, show everyone the fruits of your labor and display this glory to all." The voice of the Killer Teacher came from the speaker and carried high into the sky.

After resting for a while, No. 1133 had the strength to stand up.

He wiped away his tears, stood up from the basket, and excitedly showed the envelope in his hand to the people below.

Several cameras captured clear images of the envelope in his hand and projected them onto a large screen.

“Yes, that’s it. Take the license out of the envelope and come up on stage.” The Killer Teacher stared at the direction of the ram’s head balloon, revealing a meaningful smile.

Seeing his expression, 007 vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

She immediately went to check number 1133.

He carefully and cautiously began to unseal the envelope, afraid of damaging the license inside.

It took him a full half minute to open the seal and take out a palm-sized card.

Upon seeing the card, a look of deep confusion appeared on his face.

Before he could react, the ram's head balloon above his head exploded. Without the hot air balloon, 1133 and his frame plummeted from a height of tens of meters.

His face was filled with deep terror, but he still clutched the hard-won "license" in his hand, and didn't let go until it hit the ground with a thud.

“It’s a pity,” Teacher Killer said with deep regret, “not all the balloon baskets contained a license; some baskets also contained small ‘surprises.’ Apparently, our number 1133 drew a surprise.”

As the teacher was speaking, a camera flew down from the sky and filmed the "surprise" that No. 1133 was still holding tightly in his hand, projecting it onto the big screen.

It is a skull that represents death.

Thank you so much for the generous donation, I'm so sleepy today too! (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! Damn, it seems I'm two minutes late. Just pretend you didn't know anything; it's not tomorrow yet, it's not dawn!