Survival in the dormitory, I was pulled into the management group

“My first marriage was to a girl from the next village. She was quite pretty. At the time, I was penniless and didn’t understand why she would be interested in me. Later I found out that I had become a 'second-hand man'... She was already pregnant when she married me.”

“I became the laughingstock of the whole village. People laughed at me, calling me a green-haired turtle. I couldn’t accept it, so I hastily got a divorce. Fortunately, I didn’t fall too deep into it.”

"My second marriage was to a factory girl I met while working in the city. Our relationship progressed steadily. After dating for about a year, we got married."

"But on my wedding day, a man showed up at the ceremony with dyed blond hair... This kind of melodramatic plot just had to happen to me!"

"This blond guy is the factory girl's ex-boyfriend. He took her away at the wedding, and my second marriage ended abruptly once again. Everyone laughed at me again, calling me a cuckold."

"Then came my third marriage... Because of the failure of my first two marriages, I was disheartened and no longer hoped for unwavering love."

"So I had a sudden idea and simply bought a 'doll' to be my wife. Not the inflatable kind, but silicone, which cost me more than 10,000 yuan."

“This ‘doll’ is very beautiful, much more beautiful than the real person. Although she is always cold, she still brings me warmth in my marriage.”

"I thought that finding a doll would prevent me from being cheated on, but I never expected... I never expected..."

At this point, the narrator's eyes welled up with tears.

"One day I left work early and went home, and I saw my coworker on top of my doll, doing *that*! I've been cheated on again!"

"Pfft, hahaha!!!"

Regardless of whether Black Egg laughed or not, everyone around him was amused.

The person involved wiped away tears, glared at everyone, and angrily said, "I'm in such a miserable state, how can you all still laugh?"

"Damn, isn't this a joke?" one player laughed.

“Who told you this is a joke! This is a tragedy! A tragedy that happened to me! I’m not kidding you, it’s all true! I was really cheated on three times, three times! After that, I never trusted women again, not even dolls.”

Hearing him say that only made everyone laugh even harder.

Happiness is often built on the suffering of others.

The player who had called out the number stepped forward, patted the heartbroken man on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Dude, what's past is past. Don't be sad about it. You have to look forward. So what if you've been cheated on a few times? It's not a big deal."

"Do you have experience in this area too?" the heartbroken man asked.

"Well, that's not true."

"Then you would never understand my pain!"

"..."

After a burst of laughter, everyone gradually quieted down and began to examine the No. 8 black egg in front of them.

The story I just told, whether defined as a tragedy or a comedy, failed to move Black Egg.

At least on the surface, there was no reaction; things remained the same.

"I don't understand, how can an egg laugh or cry? Does it make a sound?" Someone walked over and kicked the black egg.

What he doesn't understand, others don't understand either.

Chen Bei peeked into the management group, but no information on this matter was revealed there.

Everyone took turns telling jokes and tragedies.

With more people, you'll find all kinds of talents.

Among the crowd, some people were good at stand-up comedy, and they performed a few jokes on the spot, all of which were vulgar and obscene.

The players seemed quite pleased with what they heard, but Black Egg didn't react much.

Either Hei Dan has an extremely high threshold for humor, or Hei Dan's sense of humor is unusual.

The group had almost run out of ideas and quieted down.

puff.

Suddenly someone farted, and it was quite loud.

Everyone turned their heads and looked behind them, their gazes focusing on one person.

"Stop staring at me! It wasn't me who farted, it was someone else."

Everyone turned their attention back to the matter at hand; whether it was true or not, it wasn't a big deal.

puff.

Someone farted again, and the source of the sound was similar to the last one.

Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at the guy from before.

The other person blushed and said awkwardly, "It really was me this time... Maybe farting is contagious. It's all the first guy's fault for getting my farting urge going."

"Hahaha, hahaha."

A laugh rang out.

It wasn't the players who were laughing.

Instead, Black Egg laughed!

When everyone looked over, they saw that the surface of the black egg had cracked, forming a series of fissures, but it had not completely broken.

It worked!

Despite all the previous efforts and various attempts, I still couldn't make Black Egg laugh.

On the contrary, those two farts made Black Egg laugh.

It's a truly baffling joke.

In any case, we've already achieved half the success.

All that's left is to make Black Egg cry.

Since their sense of humor is so bizarre, their sense of tears might also be bizarre.

The group then took turns telling tragic stories.

Some were fabricated, while others were based on real experiences.

One female player recounted a painful past, starting from her childhood. Her mother died early, and later her father started a new family with another woman, giving her a stepmother.

Her stepmother didn't mistreat her; she treated her very well and like her own daughter.

Tragically, this stepmother also passed away not long after...

Losing both mothers in a short period of time was a huge blow to her, and she became very depressed.

Her father often drowned his sorrows in alcohol, creating a very oppressive atmosphere in the whole family.

What followed was also a series of tragedies.

All of these could be written into a novel.

When others mentioned this, the female player said that she had indeed written her experience into a novel and published it online.

Before the novel was even finished, I was dragged into the game.

After saying all that, no matter whose feelings were hurt, it didn't hurt Black Egg at all.

The black egg is still the same.

It has cracks, but it's not broken.

Chen Bei barely got involved; he was just an observer.

Whether it was telling jokes or recounting tragedies, he listened the whole time.

His experiences, when considered in terms of sheer misery, don't even rank among the worst...

Once everyone has finished speaking, there's nothing left to say.

Chen Bei then stepped forward.

"I have an idea I'd like to try, it's just a sudden thought, it might not work," Chen Bei said.

"What idea?" the trumpeter next to him asked.

"Self-harm".

"what?"

"It's self-harm. The stories you just told were all verbal. Self-harm on the spot is a real, visible tragedy that might make Black Egg cry."

"Alright...that makes some sense. Anything is possible in a game."

Chen Bei's idea naturally had to be carried out by him personally.

Since it's just physical pain, he can accept it completely.

Pull over a chair and sit down, rolling up your sleeves to show your arms.

Chen Bei took out the invisible sword, shortened it to a handy dagger length, and hummed a little tune as he cut the flesh on his arm.