After playing tricks on the NPC and letting out the frustration he'd been feeling since becoming a class representative, Wen Shi walked out the door with a breeze. When the breeze reached the dormitory door, his arrogant demeanor disappeared and he began to wander around.
Judging from his performances over the past two days, it would be so embarrassing to go in now.
While Wen Shi was still thinking about how to face everyone, the door was opened from the inside and the person who opened the door was Yaerlin who was on bed number one.
Jian Qingrong leaned against the ladder of bed number three, while Ji Yuanzhi sat in his seat and looked over here at the same time.
Trying to pretend nothing had happened, Wen Shi walked calmly.
"Oh, our king is back." Ji Yuanzhi said lightly, and Wen Shi instantly felt like a balloon that was punctured.
As for the other two, Yarlin had no particular feelings about role-playing; to him, it was like playing house with a child; as long as Wen Shi had fun, that was all that mattered. Jian Qingrong was the most special one; he could practically see regret written all over his face.
"Everything is according to my plan."
Wen Shi had a cold face, and didn't seem to feel ashamed of being a middle school student, and then walked in with his hands and feet together.
After sitting down, he drank the hot water handed to him by Jian Qingrong, thought of Teacher Ruan's cup of fishy tea, and talked about manually refreshing the task.
Jian Qingrong frowned slightly when he heard this: "The instructor has left you with a bad reputation."
Yaerlin and Ji Yuanzhi didn't know what to say after hearing this.
They are not blind. In this incident, Teacher Ruan was positioned as a victim of his own fault, but now he has become the perpetrator in Jian Qingrong's mouth.
This is exactly what Ji Yuanzhi is most worried about.
To make an inappropriate analogy, if Wen Shi killed someone, Song Yan would take the blame, Ji Yuanzhi would deal with the scene, Yaerlin would silence the witnesses, and Jian Qingrong... would take the opportunity to escape with Wen Shi alone, leaving him with no choice but to rely on himself in the future, and he would still be complaining about the deceased's bizarre existence on the way to escape.
"There's a limit on how many times a person can purchase King Card Boxes," Wen Shi said, not knowing what everyone was thinking. He then went on to talk about Wangcai Bank's lending business, "but you can buy them on the black market and stock up on them."
I don't understand why players have to wait until they enter the game to start worrying.
Hearing his confusion, Ji Yuanzhi explained, "There's a bit of metaphysics in the game. If you don't have a strong enough luck and keep hoarding items like these that are used to complete missions, the probability of encountering risky events will be higher than that of ordinary players. For example, someone has the ability to resurrect..."
The pupils shrink when warm.
Ji Yuanzhi pretended to be oblivious and continued, "Then it's very likely that he will die once in every instance."
"…" That's so accurate.
Zhou Xiaochun and his team's crowdfunding of this prop largely depends on Zhou Xiaochun's [Divination] skills. He had divined the risks of this prop beforehand, and the result showed that the benefits outweighed the disadvantages, so he gave it as a gift.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly thought of the dinner party mission. The lens seemed to reflect light on the cloudy day. After a while, he chuckled softly, "[Queen's Card Box]?"
He had long felt that the difficulty of that mission was abnormal, and now he thought that it was probably because someone had increased the difficulty.
Without asking about the card box's mumblings, Ji Yuanzhi continued, "It's like a death substitute. Players who own it in real life are easily prejudiced against as 'unlucky stars.'"
Most of those who were lucky enough to get this thing have already returned to their happy hometown.
"But as for Wangcai Bank," Ji Yuanzhi changed the subject, "if you think you're lucky enough, you can try to borrow some money from them."
Wen Shi was puzzled.
Ji Yuanzhi: "I used my skills to decipher them, and it nearly destroyed one of my eyes. This [Wangcai Bank] should be able to recycle most of the items dropped by deceased borrowers in some way."
At the time, he thought this was very interesting and made a second omniscient interpretation, but ended up suffering backlash.
Ji Yuanzhi said the information after the second interpretation: "But if you can keep owing them money and survive, you will have a chance to obtain a god-level item."
Wen Shi had only seen a god-level item once, and that was the discounted [Spirit Coffin] used to create wandering corpses.
"Banks should rely on divine-level items to recover debts." Ji Yuan knew: "If you had stayed alive, perhaps you could have gained the recognition of divine-level items."
He also explained to Wen Shi, "Some powerful god-level dao have weak autonomous consciousness and may follow others. It doesn't mean that whoever obtains them will have permanent ownership."
Ji Yuanzhi, contrary to his usual behavior, actually encouraged Wen Shi to do something dangerous. Wen Shi was indeed tempted. He took out the business card, looked at it for a long time, and then went out to make a phone call.
In the dormitory, Ji Yuanzhi knew what the other two wanted to ask, and said calmly:
"[Wangcai Bank] is like a vulture, able to smell rotting meat from thousands of meters away. Rather than lending money to the living, the real money they make comes from the inheritance of the dead."
With Pei Wenwei's ability, he would not die in an S-level copy. [Wangcai Bank] should have calculated that his chances of survival in the future are not high, so it is obviously playing the long game to catch a bigger fish.
"Even if he doesn't look for trouble, trouble will find him," Ji Yuanzhi said. "[Wangcai Bank] will do whatever it takes to facilitate the relationship between creditors and debtors."
Instead of doing this, it is better to be proactive.
The people who wanted to plot against Pei Wenwei before were not from the same group as the bank. All the employees of Wangcai Bank were fat.
As Yu Xingzhou's most trusted member, Ji Yuanzhi knew clearly that some special items did not require props and could still be obtained by others after the player died. The person behind the scenes was probably planning this.
There will be more and more people like this in the future. As Wangcai Bank can receive most of the deceased's inheritance, it will never allow anyone to snatch the inheritance from the tiger's mouth, and can help share some of the pressure invisibly.
Ji Yuanzhi sighed lightly. He had a rough childhood, was used as a sacrifice for resurrection as an adult, and now a bank was involved. How could someone be so unfortunate?
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After the call, Wen Shi made an appointment to meet in the cafeteria. It was not lunchtime and the entire cafeteria was empty.
He was sitting near the emergency exit. A fat man came running hurriedly from behind. Half of his shoulder was wet when he came in.
In the backpack distributed throughout the game, there was only a pocket parasol, which could not cover the fat man's entire body at all.
"I didn't expect you to contact me so soon." The fat man smiled kindly.
Wen Shi had also seen the same friendly smile on the principal's face. They were both people who accomplished great things quietly.
Wen Shi was too lazy to argue and held out a finger: "I'll borrow one point."
The fat man's mouth curved slightly, his eyes narrowed, and after a moment he said, "It seems this customer is very familiar with our lending rules."
Yes, the other party is with Ji Yuanzhi, who is someone that all of them [the bank presidents] are wary of.
The fat man was very efficient and decisive. Both parties had their own plans, but they both needed the same medium to achieve them. He took out an IOU and asked Wen Shi to sign it.
"What is the loan term?"
"The amount is not large, and you are a valued VIP customer, so you can settle it once a month."
What a VIP! He compared himself to a monster that dropped a ton of gear after death. Wen Shi glanced at the IOU and signed his name, saying, "It seems like you're pretty sure I'll die."
The fat man smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Just believe in probability."
They pursue high-probability events.
Wen Shi also smiled: "What a coincidence, I am lucky enough to ignore the probability."
The transaction was completed, the fat man transferred one point, and the two parties shook hands in a friendly manner.
He didn't take the IOU immediately. The ordinary IOU broke in front of the two of them, and the end with the name flew into the fat man's hand and turned into a coin with a vague image of a person printed on it, whose outline was very similar to Wen Shi. Wen Shi also got a coin, the front was smooth, and the back had only patterns.
The fat man came and left in a hurry, leaving without wasting a moment.
Wen Shi stared at the coin for a moment, smiled silently, and then stood up and left.
There was a heavy rain, and the whole school was on holiday in the afternoon. At dusk, the announcements in each dormitory building sounded almost simultaneously: "Attention, students—"
Wen Shi opened the dormitory door so that he could hear more clearly.
"Tomorrow afternoon at 3:00, the school will organize auditions for the program. The auditions will be held in classrooms 103 and 204 of the Quhe Building..."
The broadcast was broadcast to four places in a row, and everyone who was listening took notes with paper and pen.
After the announcement, the college, which had been cooling down, seemed to be ignited in an instant. It was okay for the freshmen, but the old students were in a state of excitement, and some seemed to be shouting slogans of encouragement.
That night, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep. Wen Shi also didn't sleep for half the night, but the reason he didn't sleep was because he was thinking about other things.
The next day remained cloudy.
The advantage of the auditions is that they only take up half a day of class. Because Song Yan suddenly disappeared, there was one less class representative, but Teacher Ruan didn't think much of it. After class, he invited the players who came after the eleventh place to have dinner together.
"Being a class representative is a high-risk job." When Wen Shi sighed, he had been observing Teacher Ruan. At present, looking in the mirror did not seem to have much impact on him.
Before Teacher Ruan noticed this, Wen Shi withdrew his gaze, stood up and left the classroom.
"Do you want to queue up?" Wen Shi asked.
There were a lot of people participating in the audition, and the order of performances was determined entirely by the order of entry. He had something else to arrange, so he planned to go there early.
Ji Yuanzhi shook his head: "I don't have any talents to show off, so I can only transplant flowers and trees."
What he meant was that he was preparing to secretly replace the identity of a selected old student.
After hearing this, Wen Shi looked at Jian Qingrong and said seriously, "It's so sad for people at the bottom of society to see their hard work being reaped by others."
I don't know which lucky person will be chosen by Ji Yuanzhi.
Jian Qingrong nodded. He had also worked for free in a large factory for several years.
Wen Shi said with a thankful tone: "So I chose the unspoken rule."
Life is more than a hundred years long, so you can avoid taking eighty years of detours.
"…"
The audition site was packed with people, almost all the students in the school were there.
Faces filled with excitement and anticipation, laden with longing for the future, had no idea that this concert, for which they were willing to sacrifice everything, might very well become the stage for the Mermaid King's first large-scale killing show after his awakening.
Those students who were not selected or even qualified to participate in the entrance seats are actually the lucky ones.
Wen Shi kept making calls along the way, but no one was connected.
Most people were crowded outside the teaching building. The student union was handing out numbered badges, and Wen Shi took one. After searching for the person he was looking for, he finally spotted him, put away his phone, and walked over.
The zombie was so eye-catching that he was the only one in the crowd who seemed to be ready to reach out and rip out someone's heart.
The kind that's really heartfelt.
The zombies don't like the sun and don't like waiting, and today they both have their day.
He kept pushing forward and was seen by others, who immediately laughed at him.
The student union wouldn't give him a number plate, and the video of Youshi's open class that day was privately circulated. He was a victim of the conflict between the new and old students. He heard that the principal nearly vomited during the open class. One student union member, curious about how bad it could be, went to the monitoring room to watch, and couldn't stand the first two sentences.
He copied the video and privately shared it with his classmates, a way of venting his anger. Why had they gone through so much trouble to get in? Special admissions students were even exempt from the entrance exam! Even more outrageous was that the college hadn't banned freshmen from attending this year's concert.
The senior students did not think that the freshmen had the ability to get their show selected, but the audience seats were limited, so the school allocated separate audience spots for the freshmen.
The wandering corpse is equivalent to a point of conflict. The old students want to use him as a fuse to arouse public outrage and try to persuade the college to reduce the number of places for special admissions.
"Your singing is like a ghost wall, and you still have the nerve to sign up."
"Damn special recruits."
"The skin color is unhealthy and she looks like a ghost."
Wen Shi: "…"
What kind of poor and excluded script is this for the zombie?
"Please make way, please make way." Before the bloody disaster befell the students, Wen Shi pulled the wandering corpse out of the pile of cursed people.
Wen Shi looked around and walked with the wandering corpse to a small path. He took out the [Nightingale Voice Changer] and pinned it to his school uniform tie.
"I got this when I was doing my class representative duty," Wen Shi read the instructions to him. "Before you go on stage to perform, turn it on and you'll have a brief, ethereal singing experience."
While helping to cheat, I heard the sound of footsteps from behind.
Wen Shi's mouth corners slowly curled up, knowing that the person he was waiting for had arrived.
He remembered Yaerlin's advice to understand the map before going into battle, so Wen Shi had mastered the route from the teachers' dormitory to Quhe Building. Of the three instructors, only Lily had a poor sense of time, occasionally arriving a minute or two late for class. The auditions began at 3 a.m., and students arrived early. Lily didn't have a habit of arriving early, so from Wen Shi's observation, she was likely still arriving just in time.
The sound of high heels was very distinctive. The moment the impetuous Lily saw Wen, her expression became a little subtle.
Wen Shi seized the opportunity, his eyes full of questioning, and he took the initiative to step forward: "You clearly saw it yesterday, why didn't you..."
Lily didn't want to be involved in this matter. The instructor looked at the specially recruited student like a farm animal. She directly interrupted Wen Shi's accusation: "It won't hurt to be seduced. The school has already decided to let you participate in the show."
Things have already happened, and Teacher Ruan can't go and explain anything to Lily. He can only cut his losses in time and ask to put the person in.
Teacher Ruan was also planning to let Wen Shi go to the concert, but he just wanted to use him to complete a task first, but he was preempted by others.
Wen Shi asked, "Do I still need to participate in the audition later?"
"No need." Lily was almost too late, so she waved her hand perfunctorily and said, "I heard that Teacher Qi's class is going to put on a big musical, and you can play the role of the stone then."
"…"
Lily walked past Wen Shi and couldn't help showing disgust when she saw the zombie. Every time she saw this face, a familiar song would appear in her mind, and the notes seemed to be able to overturn a person's skull at any time.
After Lily walked away, Wen Shi gave the number plate he had received earlier to You Shi: "Go and queue up, you will make a big splash."
He considered everything carefully: "The principal will definitely contact you privately afterwards, and then..."
Wen Shi whispered a few words, and You Shi hummed twice in response.
[Zombie's loyalty to you +0.1]
The wandering corpse also left, and it seemed that Wen Shi was the only one left on the entire trail, but he turned around to look at the big tree behind him. Ji Yuanzhi jumped down from the tree, holding a camera with long ears in his left hand.
Not queuing does not mean not doing other things. Ji Yuanzhi came here to copy the images and record the behavioral habits of these students to facilitate future transplantation.
"That's really rare."
What he meant by rare was Wen Shi's dedication to You Shi.
Anyone who knows a little about this person will know that when he helps others, he will definitely get something in return.
Wen Shi's treatment of the wandering corpses was almost reckless. If he had decided to use the Nightingale Voice Changer from the beginning, he wouldn't have needed to resort to the unspoken rules to get admitted to the concert. Now his goal had been achieved, but the price he paid was basically offending Teacher Ruan.
Wen Shi knew what he was thinking. When he came out of the office yesterday, the system kept prompting that Teacher Ruan's favorability had decreased. There was a series of mechanical sounds, and finally he chose to block it.
"Isn't it right to be nice to your own generals?" Wen Shi asked with a smile.
Ji Yuanzhi: "If you are sincere, you won't deliberately create encounters."
It was obvious that he wanted to let Youshi know that he would rather "sell himself" than give him the only prop he won.
"I'm sure your general must be very touched and his favorability has increased significantly."
No, you are wrong this time.
The money I paid for selling myself was only worth 0.1% of his favorability.
Wen Shi could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, then said with a forced smile, "Yes."
It has increased a lot.
A coin appeared out of thin air in his hand, and Wen Shi got straight to the point: "Sponsor, are you surprised that You Shi was willing to lip-sync to get a spot? After all, he seems very devout to music."
The last time he called him by this title was when he was conferring the position of high priest. Ji Yuanzhi was so shocked by his calling that his radar almost went off.
Wen Shi asked again, "Do wandering corpses really have no self-awareness?"
Beautiful singing can bring enjoyment to people, so it is defined as good singing. From this perspective, the singing of the zombies is useless and can only bring pain to people, but pain is also a kind of ability.
What the zombie needs is not music, but a wider stage to appreciate the distorted expressions of the audience. When he uses his skills, the audience can't even leave.
To put it bluntly, I just like to enjoy other people's pain.
The situation of those spectators, in a sense, is very similar to that of the players in the dungeon.
Without Wen Shi's special guidance, Ji Yuanzhi also thought of the origin of the wandering corpse. The most outrageous thing was that Peng Lu was willing to be refined as a corpse.
The coin was polished to a gleam by his fingertips. Wen Shi smiled and said, "Before Peng Lu died, he told me that the price to be paid is yet to come."
The zombie is rebellious by nature, and a loyalty greater than zero is defined as "he loves you so much."
Wen Shi couldn't understand why A Sang was summoned when he didn't want to trade with the game. In fact, A Sang was treated very well and the game did not limit his strength.
Ah Sang is simple-minded and he cannot eat those crystals, so he will definitely think of improving the strength of the people around him. The wandering corpse naturally becomes his best choice. His arrival allows the wandering corpse to successfully upgrade to the hidden corpse.
Wen Shi has always been extremely cautious when facing anything with the word "travel" in its name.
He couldn't be sure how much the zombies were related to the game, and what role Peng Lu played in this matter, but the zombies were now like Song Yan, a blank slate.
Wen Shi's fingertips rubbed the grooves of the coin pattern bit by bit, and it actually had a bit of erotic feel.
To avoid attracting excessive attention to the game, he did not go into further detail and started talking about the mission.
"Youshi is a top-notch brand, and voice isn't a grade. He can make up for it in a few days." Wen Shi said calmly, "I've already instructed that if the principal raises any doubts privately, I'll have Youshi hint that he's worshipped King Asa."
Here we come!
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Wen Shi: "Dad, your camera is pretty good. I believe that with your ability, you can definitely capture this scene at the audition without being discovered."
When the video is released, all students will know that King Asa has the ability to turn decay into magic.
"Think about it, if a zombie's singing, which can make people bleed from all seven orifices, can become a heavenly sound, then what can't I do?"
Wen Shi raised his chin slightly, his pupils gleaming with a strange light. He saw a predictable future, a scene where no matter how the school prohibited it, the campus would still be swept by a crazy trend of worshiping King Asa.
"...The principal is barely a strong enough opponent to stand up to the Mermaid King. If even he starts to believe in the existence of the Ulthar Kingdom, it will definitely have unexpected consequences."
Back to You Shi, he's a man who won't act until he sees the rabbit. Although his favorability has only increased by 0.1 now, it will definitely increase again once he successfully passes the audition.
A [Nightingale Voice Changer] not only increases the favorability of the zombies, but also advertises the country of Usa, killing two birds with one stone.
The coin with a cold glow was thrown into the air. Wen Shi looked at the smooth side with a smile in his eyes.
[Wangcai Bank] calculated that his future survival rate is not high because there are too many uncertain factors around him. However, these uncertainties will one day become stable, persistent, and willing to bow down to him.
"…" His glasses slid down a little from his straight nose bridge. Ji Yuanzhi felt that it was time to change the frames. His glasses had been slipping off more and more frequently recently.
So are the middle school boys now starting to choose the path of sobriety and decadence?
He really wanted to say something to stop the other party, but the hateful and abominable thing was that this plan was outrageous but flawless.
The best spokesperson for the brand Youshi is simply a king bomb.
Wen Shi sighed: "Having come to this point, I am also helpless."
He had been talking nonsense in front of his family, but now that he had said it, he had to win an empire for A Sang no matter what.
Ji Yuanzhi didn't adjust his glasses, but pressed his eyebrows.
"It's not enough to have manpower, you also need financial resources."
Wen Shi looked at him and smiled. "You can use the mermaid as a money bag. King Asa's sudden appearance will distract the principal, which will also be beneficial to them."
The mermaids have the Linyuan Food Processing Plant, and they certainly have other industries. To sum it up in one word: they are not short of money.
"I will find an opportunity to talk to Mr. Ruan and see how I can guide him to sponsor us."
The zombies realized their dream of being on stage, the mermaids got a chance to breathe and founded their own country. As I said before, everyone has a bright future.
This is the truth, goodness and beauty that Wen Shi pursues in every copy, and he has indeed achieved it.
Ji Yuanzhi: "…"
You have really made great use of this voice changer.