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Chapter 815 First!

Teacher Killer heard the whole conversation between 0175 and 1868.

He knew that the two of them had agreed to both abstain, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

“It’s too easy to advance by abstaining; perhaps it’s a trap.” His thoughts coincided with those of 1868.

At this moment, the two contestants have arrived at the platform at the top of the tower and are standing on either side of the nine-square grid.

The audience's eyes were all on the two of them, wondering what would happen next.

0175 knew he had angered the Killer Teacher, so he kept his head down and didn't dare to look up, just waiting for the Killer Teacher to arrange the next steps.

Teacher Killer has quite a temper. In the past, if anyone from a lower class angered him on the show, he would definitely trip them up, for example, by having staff throw the person who angered him into the most dangerous place in the restricted area.

But now the restricted area has collapsed, and his show is long gone.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall that lowly person who had collapsed the restricted area, and the murderous teacher gritted his teeth.

0175 noticed the ferocious expression on the Killer Teacher's face and, out of fear, lowered her head even further.

"What's wrong with him?" 007, who had been watching the show closely, also noticed the change in Killer Teacher's expression and asked Chu Changge next to her in confusion.

Chu Changge reached out to push up his glasses, but missed. He had transformed into the appearance of an upper-class person and was no longer wearing glasses. "I guess I was thinking of something happy."

007 wasn't really interested in what this "happy thing" was. She looked around the entire variety show venue again, searching for Louis, but to no avail.

“We’re sitting quite high up, so we can see all the game equipment on the field… We can see almost everything, except maybe the Ferris wheel where people might hide. But I’ve looked closely at that Ferris wheel, and I’ve carefully examined each cabin; there’s no one inside.” 007 looked at the waterwheel-like Ferris wheel not far from the entrance.

It had already started spinning when the Killer announced the start of the show, with cabins of water being scooped out of the artificial lake. As one cabin was draining water, another cabin would be going into the water on the other side. 007 watched it spin around twice from a distance but didn't notice anything unusual.

There shouldn't be anyone hidden inside those gaming devices.

“Louis is either not here yet, or…” 007 turned his gaze from the Ferris wheel to the central pyramid-shaped stage, “or he’s inside.”

The colorful nine-square grid with the game items listed appears to have risen from the pyramid, suggesting there's a considerable amount of space inside, making it possible that Louis might be hidden there.

It's just that we can't be sure right now.

If it's confirmed that Louis is indeed inside the pyramid, Gu Mian can use the key from above to take them away.

“It will probably be the third stage,” 007 said, doubting whether Gu Mian could advance. “Gu Mian and Mr. Green were placed in the last group by the host. They might not even get a chance to go on stage before the number of people who have advanced is already ten.”

The audience seating wasn't crowded; on the contrary, it was quite spacious, with a certain distance between each seat. To 007's left sat Chu Changge, and to his right sat a gentleman in a white shirt. The man stared intently at the people on stage, seemingly oblivious to the whispers around him, so 007 and Chu Changge weren't worried about being overheard.

"Not necessarily." Chu Changge was also looking at the very top of the pyramid.

At this point, Teacher Killer had already begun to continue presiding over the event in a methodical manner, following the established procedures.

He looked at 0175 with a blank expression: "Judge, make your decision. What project do you want to choose for the executor?"

0175 then timidly raised his head, glanced at the nine-square grid filled with game entries, then looked at the Killer Teacher, and fearfully lowered his head, whispering, "I forfeit..."

This is progressing so smoothly, without any setbacks whatsoever.

After 0175 announced his abdication, the venue fell silent, and no one spoke for a moment.

The audience remained silent, wanting to see what would happen next.

In 1868, he looked up and stared intently at the arbitrator opposite him, wondering if abstaining was a hoax or a trap.

The teacher remained silent, seemingly waiting for a "twist." This is a common theme in literature: just when things are going perfectly, the most improbable thing happens.

But the teacher's expectations were dashed.

He waited for a full half minute, but nothing happened; the only sounds in the venue were the operating of the amusement park rides.

The carousel not far away was still playing crisp music, and there was a burst of cheerful laughter in the middle of the music. The music just happened to play the part with the laughter, as if it was mocking the murderous teacher on the stage.

The audience also voiced their dissatisfaction.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Announce the results immediately."

"Are they really going to let the other one advance directly?"

Now it was the teacher who dared not look up. He waited for a long time but the thing he wanted did not happen, so he had no choice but to announce the result.

When he announced it, he deliberately turned his head away, not daring to look at the complaining audience on the stage: "Well then, congratulations to 1868 for successfully advancing."

He spoke extremely fast, finishing before the audience could even react.

"what?"

He spoke so fast that some audience members couldn't even hear what he was saying.

Then, the teacher, wanting to follow the same pattern, quickly finished asking the questions and ended the process as soon as possible.

He didn't care about the audience's reaction, and quickly looked at 1868 on the other side: "You've advanced, now it's your turn to..."

"boom"

Before he could finish speaking, an explosion suddenly rang out on the stage.

The teacher immediately remembered something bad and quickly turned to look at the source of the sound.

Fortunately, it wasn't an explosion; it was just decorative flames being sprayed upwards by air column machines placed around the stage.

Seven air jet machines surround the pyramid stage, which shoot flames upwards to create an exciting atmosphere when the show reaches its most thrilling moments.

Of course, the teacher who kills can control these devices.

But this time, the air column jet was not under his control.

He originally planned to activate the air column machine when a contestant died during the event, followed by an inspiring and rousing speech, which would have been more entertaining.

"What's going on?" Teacher Killer looked at the air column machine that had inexplicably turned on, suspecting that the machine was broken.

Then he saw a seat slowly rise from the very back of the audience directly in front of him, with a large "1" printed on the back of the seat.

The seat is very luxurious, carved from a semi-transparent material that emits a unique color under the light.

Looking at the number "1" on the back of the seat, Teacher Killer had a guess in his mind.

Is this the seat reserved for the first-place winner? But this segment wasn't in my hosting script! Teacher Killer roared inwardly, wondering what the production team was doing.

Yay! Gugu is turning over a new leaf!