Holy crap, I've never seen such a lousy infinite flow story! (Although I've only seen two before)
They actually want him to speak in a dialect?! What were they thinking? Are they trying to drive him to his death?
"Has anyone heard this dialect before?" Ren Yifei asked for help without hesitation. The game hit his weak spot. He only knew a few classic dialects, the ones that were always on the screen and the ones from his hometown.
"It doesn't seem to be a dialect." The old teacher recalled for a while and confirmed, "Could it be Classical Chinese? The pronunciation back then was completely different from modern Chinese, and even the word order was different."
"The southern regions have inherited the ancient Chinese language relatively well. For example, the ancient Chinese and the ancient Ou language formed the modern Ou language, which is Wenzhou dialect. The ancient Chinese also combined with the ancient Min language to form the modern Min language. Their dialects often contain inverted sentences that are similar to those in classical Chinese."
Classical Chinese?
If it weren't for needing to maintain his image, Ren Yifei would have cursed the mini-game. Dialects are difficult enough, but to make matters worse is an ancient dialect? Even a university history professor would be stumped.
"Hmm?" If he remembered correctly, the former Scarlet Witch, the predecessor of the Fallen Angel, was born with knowledge and understood all human languages.
Using fallen angels? Isn't that overkill?
There might be no breakthrough in terms of language; we can only look at the model's overall clothing and accessories.
This is a model, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a flowing, deep-sleeved robe. The sleeves of her robe are wide and drooping, with tight cuffs. The robe is embroidered with symmetrical bird and animal patterns and is made of silk. She wears a carved jade pendant at her waist.
Her hair was tied in a double bun at the nape of her neck, with the rest hanging down. She wore a peach blossom hairpin in her hair and held a jade hairpin in her hand.
The curved-hem deep robe can be traced back from the Warring States period to the Eastern Han Dynasty, so Ren Yifei could not determine the era the model was trying to represent. However, the peach blossoms suggest that the season should be spring.
What's interesting is that the model is holding a jade hairpin. She's not wearing it in her hair, just holding it in her hand, and she has a shy, expectant smile on her face.
Ren Yifei was a common man; his first thought was of a young couple on a secret rendezvous, the boy giving the girl a hairpin. But upon closer inspection, although the model's smile was shy, she wasn't hiding anything, and it didn't seem like she was on a date with her sweetheart.
"In the spring, when peach blossoms are in full bloom, a noblewoman of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a flowing robe, holds a jade hairpin in her hand... the Peach Blossom Festival?"
The Peach Blossom Festival he mentioned is the Shangsi Festival, which falls on the third day of the third lunar month when peach blossoms are in full bloom. In ancient times, some girls also chose to have their coming-of-age ceremony on this day.
The so-called coming-of-age ceremony was a ritual performed on girls when they turned fifteen in ancient times. It represented a change in the girl's social status, indicating that she was now eligible to marry, and so on.
Due to time constraints, Ren Yifei had no choice but to try anything, designing a makeup look with peach blossom colors as the main theme, based on the coming-of-age ceremony.
He had originally intended to place a peach blossom ornament on the model's forehead, but then remembered that this was a fashion trend in the Tang Dynasty, so he abandoned the idea.
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He primarily promotes peach blossom powder because peach blossoms were highly regarded in ancient times for their beautiful shape, vibrant color, and abundant fruit. To say a girl resembles a peach blossom is a definite compliment.
Moreover, judging from the model's age and the peach blossoms in her hair, there are many youthful elements. Even if he guessed wrong and it wasn't the Shangsi Festival, the peach blossom makeup would still get a passing grade.
With only three minutes left on the countdown, Ren Yifei pressed confirm, and a light layer of makeup powder appeared on the girl's face. She looked at herself carefully in the mirror, touching the peach blossom at her temple, her smile as sweet as honey.
She spoke a string of words that Ren Yifei couldn't understand, bowed slightly, left with the highest score of 9, and then left.
"..." Ren Yifei came back to his senses and realized that there was a fine layer of sweat on his palms.
It turns out he wasn't entirely confident after all.
The game deliberately put him here, mainly because 'Zhong Lan', as a rich and handsome guy with a rather monotonous and boring private life, probably doesn't know much about things like makeup.
He probably never imagined that inside this shell was a person in the entertainment industry who had been dealing with makeup since childhood.
In any case, I've escaped another disaster, and the next mini-game might be even crazier.
Of the remaining eleven players, only two haven't finished their masterpieces yet: one is working on an Indian model, and the other on an African tribal model.
The others didn't know what was wrong with them; they usually just stood by indifferently, but in this instance, they genuinely worried about the two lagging students.
"Look at the clothes this Indian model is wearing, it should be an Indian lenha, which is a three-piece set of a short top, skirt and shawl. The gold thread embroidery on it shows that it is a wedding dress. And look at the henna tattoo on the back of her hand, we can confirm that she is the bride."
A girl offered advice: "Indian brides' makeup is quite dramatic. You should wear black eyeliner, have clean and sharp eyebrows in a deep black color, choose earthy tones with a metallic sheen for eyeshadow, and choose rose red or vermilion for your lips. Don't forget to add a little vermilion dot between your eyebrows."
Someone next to the African tribal model tried to offer help: "I don't recognize which tribe this is, but my girlfriend is a makeup tutorial YouTuber, and she did an African tribal makeup tutorial video. If you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the guy nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes! Tell me what you want, I'll listen to anything!"
"..." The player who spoke twitched his lips. "There's no time now. Just use a white, paint-like foundation. Draw a crescent moon on your head, triangular tear troughs under your eyes, and small dots on your chin. Draw a straight white line from the bridge of your nose all the way to your chin!"
Time was indeed running out, at most two minutes. The guy didn't hesitate any longer and started drawing.
Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...
"OK, OK, OK!"
White lines, resembling scribbles, appeared on the African model's face. She looked at herself closely in the mirror, and finally nodded, giving her a score of 5.
"Waaaaah..." The player who had been racing against time suddenly collapsed to his knees and burst into tears.
3, 2, 1, game over.
Of the twelve players, eleven survived and left the game—that's truly a miracle.
"Teacher, thank you." The last player to finish the task ran over, first thanking the player who saved his life, and then thanking the teacher.
The teacher's behavior before the game set the tone for the players' performance throughout the game.
In such a place, trust is rarer and more fragile than imperial jade. Yet, they obtained something so rare.
It was this trust and mutual help that allowed them to survive the game.
Of course, players aren't naive; they know such miracles are hard to replicate. Many mini-games are competitive, requiring a delicate balance between cooperation and rivalry, making it difficult to easily choose to help others.
But even if the players still have to fight each other in the next game, at least for now it's fun and relaxing.
Even if I successfully escaped the game in the past, there was still a heavy stone weighing on my heart, making it hard to breathe, exhausting, and leaving me with no hope for tomorrow.
This time was different; they felt genuinely relaxed, and a subtle sense of pride.
"Despair Train, we are not afraid of you! You are not invincible!"
"Shall we exchange contact information? My last name is..." The players took out their phones and started exchanging contact information. Even Ren Yifei, with his cold and aloof demeanor, had several people come up to ask for his number.
Of course, the teacher was the most popular. Although the old man still looked serious, his flushed face betrayed his feelings.
"That's wonderful," Ren Yifei thought.
The pleasant ten minutes passed quickly, and the players were kicked out of the game.
Ren Yifei opened his eyes and found himself still sitting in his office chair, though his back and waist ached a bit. He rubbed his neck and turned on his phone.
Player: Zhong Lan
Level: lv.2
Points: 60
The next game will start at 10 PM.
Next game hint: Gods Weep and Ghosts Cry.
Outside of game hours, players must not disclose the existence of the game to any non-players; otherwise, they will be eliminated.
You can send an invitation code to non-players within ten minutes before the game starts. After a successful invitation, you will receive one exemption opportunity.
The wailing of gods and ghosts evoked images of fantasy and superstition. However, upon considering the concept of 'color language,' he realized things weren't so simple.
Given the nature of mini-games, there are definitely a lot of tricks and strategies involved, which cannot be explained by common sense.
His points have now risen to sixty, and he can buy many of the seemingly useful items in the shop. However, after looking around, he still hasn't made a purchase.
These items are mostly for other players, and few are for the game itself.
The contrast between beauty and ugliness highlights the 'friendliness' of the Desolate Corner, since most of the items there are designed to target both players and dungeons.
Unlike here, where every word and every punctuation mark seems to urge players to kill each other.
They even go so far as to exempt minors from the game's rules, which is utterly shameless. At least Wasteland doesn't bring minors into the game.
Hey!
Ren Yifei suddenly realized the true purpose of the desolate corner: it was on the fifth floor!
This game uses a small world where items cannot be used to eliminate players who become high-level players by relying on items, and then uses the contrast between two infinite flow games to make players suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.
It's as if men who don't do housework or take care of children boast about being "perfect men of the century" every day, and even compare them to domestic abusers who deserve to be torn to pieces and useless mama's boys.
In a daze, my mind felt like it had been eaten by zombies, and I came to a comparative conclusion of 'not bad'.
That's so cunning!
Ren Yifei stood up and decided to go to the bathroom to clear his head: Mini-games are no good, so rotten that even maggots wouldn't eat them; the desolate corner is no better, as black as crows and (black) pigs.
He must stand firm in his position and not be swayed.
It was already 10:30 when he came out of the shower, and there was still half an hour before the message from the desolate corner arrived. So he went online to Zhang San's gathering place to check the mission progress.
One person claimed to have found all of He Jun's records online from childhood to adulthood, including those that had already been deleted. Half of them had been packaged and sent to his email address, and the other half would be given to him after the final payment was made.
Another one claimed that the virus they created had destroyed hundreds of thousands of groups, but they also ran into a minor problem—they were being watched by the cyber police.
"But it's strange, they seem to be deliberately holding back, always arriving late only after we've already destroyed the group." The hacker couldn't help but complain to Ren Yifei, "There are a few people in there who used to play, and they're definitely not at this level."
"The national team has left the field?" Ren Yifei asked, resting his chin on his hand. "Will they catch up with
me?"