Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

The manager brought Sun Zhuo and another person to Lin Chenchen's table. Sun Zhuo kept an eye on Lin Chenchen's suicide value. He originally thought that Lin Chenchen's suicide value would decrease a little because of his lavish behavior, but the value above Lin Chenchen's head did not change at all.

The manager walked over to Lin Chenchen and whispered a few words in her ear. Lin Chenchen nodded after listening, and Sun Zhuo and Yang Haoran both took their seats.

Lin Chenchen was originally going to greet Sun Zhuo first, but her gaze froze when she saw Yang Haoran.

Clearly, she hadn't expected to see Yang Haoran in this kind of setting.

Lin Chenchen: "Why is Dr. Yang here?"

Yang Haoran: "Mr. Sun and I are friends. I came to the banquet with him."

Sun Zhuo: "Hello Ms. Lin, I have watched many of your works and I greatly admire your acting skills. I am your fan."

Sun Zhuo thought that saying this would win Lin Chenchen's favor, but after he finished speaking, Lin Chenchen's suicide rate rose to 97%, and Sun Zhuo was so scared that he almost slid off his chair.

He looked at Yang Haoran, his eyes asking a question.

Brother, what's going on? Why did Lin Chenchen's suicide rate suddenly skyrocket?

Was it because of him or because of Yang Haoran?

The two players suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Song Yi couldn't help but laugh. Actually, he could understand. Celebrities are very private. Yang Haoran is Lin Chenchen's psychologist, but he got involved with his client.

Although psychologists have confidentiality agreements, everything in the entertainment industry has a price.

Lin Chenchen was afraid that Yang Haoran would reveal that she was doing psychological counseling, which is why she had emotional fluctuations.

Lin Chenchen smiled and was about to toast the two men. If it weren't for the accurate data, they would almost have believed that Lin Chenchen was happy.

The suicide rate continued to drop to the next decimal place, and Sun Zhuo and Yang Haoran broke out in a cold sweat, questioning the meaning of life.

They looked around, terrified. They had only seen Lin Chenchen for less than five minutes; were they really going to be so unlucky as to have the game end prematurely?

Sun Zhuo guessed that Lin Chenchen might not like socializing.

Later, Sun Zhuo couldn't bear it any longer, so he stood up, and Yang Haoran followed suit.

Sun Zhuo: "Ms. Lin, we have something to attend to, so we'll have to talk to you later."

Sun Zhuo didn't know whether Lin Chenchen's suicide rate had increased because of him, Yang Haoran, or something else, but they couldn't take any more risks.

As a result, after the two people left, Lin Chenchen's suicide rate stopped.

Sun Zhuo looked at Yang Haoran: "What did you do to make her react so strongly?"

Yang Haoran looked terrified: "I didn't. Could it be because he thinks you're ugly and wants to commit suicide?"

Sun Zhuo: !!! You son of a bitch.

Lin Chenchen's table fell silent again, but a few minutes later, Zhao Huan came over.

When Lin Chenchen saw Zhao Huan walking towards her with an undisguised smile on his face, she couldn't help but tense up.

She was all too familiar with this kind of occasion.

Sure enough, Zhao Huan dropped the pretense and walked straight up to Lin Chenchen, then pulled out a room key:

"Chenchen, Mr. Wang and his colleagues upstairs are our company's partners. They want to talk to you. Please come down in a bit."

Lin Chenchen stared at the room key, her eyes as dark and gloomy as the cold seawater in a cold night.

Zhao Huan once again used himself as a shield. Lin Chenchen looked up at the four people upstairs. Although they were too far away to see their features clearly, their sticky gazes still made Lin Chenchen feel uncomfortable.

Lin Chenchen instinctively refused: "I'm not going."

Zhao Huan sneered. This kind of thing isn't something Lin Chenchen can decide on her own.

Besides, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. What good would refusing do? Every time, I've just obediently let it go.

"I'm doing this for our company's business. Do I need the company president to call you personally?"

Zhao Huan moved out of the company, and Lin Chenchen looked unhappy.

Lin Chenchen's suicide threshold was rising again, and Sun Zhuo and Yang Haoran had just relaxed a little when they were suddenly jolted back to reality.

Sun Zhuo: "Holy crap, what the hell is going on?"

Yang Haoran was sweating profusely with nervousness, and he started to stammer, "No, I don't know."

Sun Zhuo quietly opened his toolbox and took out several life-saving talismans. If Lin Chenchen's suicide rate reached 100%, he would stick them all on his body.

The viewers in the No. 7 live stream were on the edge of their seats. Because the script was new and no one had seen it before, no one knew what would happen to Lin Chenchen.

[Oh no, it's only the first night, and Lin Chenchen is about to lose control.]

[This script is too difficult. The beginning is so challenging, and so far, Lin Chenchen's suicide threshold has been steadily increasing without ever decreasing.]

[Someone please save my Song Yi! I don't want him to die. It's so hard to find handsome guys in horror games.]

[What's wrong with Lin Chenchen? People stood up for her on set, but she remained unmoved. Players spent money to boost her sales, but she became even more ruthless. What's the logic behind this?]

[I'm guessing the success rate for this scenario is 0%. Could it be that gamers with fear of games think there are too many players, so they specifically developed scenarios to reduce the population?]

Inside the banquet hall, Lin Chenchen looked at Zhao Huan with a terrifying gaze, as if she wanted to die together with her.

Sun Zhuo and Yang Haoran were prepared to face a room full of vengeful ghosts, but then Lin Chenchen's suicide threshold stopped again.

The two of them saw Lin Chenchen staring at Song Yi in disbelief.

Lin Chenchen and Zhao Huan were both looking at Song Yi. Lin Chenchen thought she had misheard and asked again.

"You, what did you say?"

Song Yi picked up an apple that was being displayed on the table and took a bite of it.

I said, "I'll go too."

Lin Chenchen was speechless for a moment, suddenly feeling a mix of emotions. She looked at Song Yi as if he were a complete idiot.

Does he even know what kind of place that is, yet he wants to go there?

Is it okay to jump into a fire pit at will?

Zhao Huan sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you think it's a place that just anyone can go?"

"I can't go without an invitation."

Zhao Huan's eyes revealed disdain. These days, she had seen many people who wanted to climb the ladder by taking shortcuts, but she had never seen anyone as presumptuous as Song Yi.

To everyone's surprise, Song Yi simply waved upstairs, and less than thirty seconds later, someone came down from upstairs and handed Song Yi a room key.

"Sir, our General Manager Xu thinks you have a great image. Director Liu Chun's film is missing a male lead, and our General Manager Xu thinks you are very suitable. We would like to invite you to room 1121 at 10 pm tonight to discuss this in detail."

Liu Chun is a very famous director, and many A-list stars want to work with him.

Xu Jie and his team extended such an olive branch; it would be hard for an ordinary person not to be tempted.

Song Yi readily accepted the room key: "Please thank your CEO Xu for me, I'll definitely go."