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Chapter 816 Nicholas Lee!

Just as the teacher was roaring in his heart, two staff members who were originally at the bottom of the pyramid came up.

"What are you guys up to?" Seeing staff members coming up, Teacher Killer hurriedly asked them in a low voice. These staff members were obviously aware of the situation.

"We need to take the first place to the champion's seat," the staff member whispered, only the two of them could hear.

The two were surrounded by a number of cameras, which curiously approached, wanting to hear what the two were whispering about.

"But this isn't in my hosting schedule!" Teacher Killer was a little anxious. As a host, he was most afraid of unexpected things happening.

The process he received certainly included rankings and seats, but those seats were all at the bottom of the pyramid. Once someone achieved the corresponding ranking, the seat would rise up from the bottom of the pyramid, just like the nine-square grid that had just risen up—the pyramid beneath their feet was hollow, with a considerable amount of space inside.

The higher the ranking, the closer the seat is to the top of the tower. Theoretically, the first place seat is on the floor right next to the top of the tower, which is the floor where 0175 and 1868 were just standing and waiting.

But as expected, the seats didn't rise, but the audience seats did.

Moreover, it seems that there is probably more than one seat in the audience section. Are they going to let these lowly people sit with the noble audience?

Moreover, the seats that rose up in the audience were far more magnificent than the ones that had been prepared beforehand at the base of the pyramid, and even more magnificent than the seats of the audience.

The teacher frowned. The lower-class seats were better than the upper-class seats—this was simply…

He didn't know what to say.

At this moment, one staff member had already led 1868 toward the luxurious seat in the audience, while another was a few steps slower because he was replying to Killer Teacher's words: "This is something the organizers added at the last minute this morning, so it wasn't written into your hosting schedule."

After saying this, he turned around and left with another staff member and 1868.

1868 was completely bewildered, not knowing what had happened. In an instant, many thoughts raced through his mind, even suspecting that the arbitrator's abstention was a trap and that he was about to be taken away for execution—he had no idea what the raised seats in the audience were for.

In 1868, not knowing what was going to happen, he was terrified and therefore walked very slowly, trying to prolong his journey as much as possible.

A tall, thin staff member next to him noticed that he was moving too slowly, so he grabbed his arm and led him toward his seat.

That hand had the unique skin tone of a superior person, deathly pale, which stood out conspicuously against 1868's dirty sleeves.

1868 looked at the hand that grabbed his arm with a sense of flattery.

The superiors never touch them directly because they are considered lowly and filthy, and most of the time the superiors don't even want to get close to them.

Even when they participated in the first stage of the program, the photographers of the upper class did not get too close to them, but instead stood at a distance to take pictures as much as possible.

But now this superior man grabbed his arm!

1868 instantly forgot the fear he had felt earlier, staring intently at the hand that had grabbed him, a look of honor on his face, like a child who couldn't contain his joy at being praised by his teacher.

The audience members in the seats also stared at 1868 and the staff with strange expressions.

In their eyes, having physical contact with the lower classes is no different from stepping in a pile of shit on the street.

The contestants still on stage also got excited, craning their necks to look at 1868's arm being held by the upper class, their faces filled with longing.

"They walked over to that particularly nice seat; were they going to let 1868 sit there?"

"The seat has a 1 written on it, it should be the champion's seat, he was the first to advance, he is indeed the champion."

"Then he'll be sitting with the upper class. Wasn't it said that only the champion of the final third stage would change their status and become upper class? How come he's already sitting with the upper class now!"

Green, standing right next to Gu Mian, was also watching 1868 walk towards the champion's seat: "I thought there would be some kind of trap. It seems that if one side gives up, the other side advances directly. I don't know what the person who arranged this was thinking. When I was a host, I designed a lot of levels that looked easy to pass but were actually traps..."

Mr. Green started reminiscing about the past again. Unfortunately, he was no longer the host; his role had reversed, and he had become a participant in the program.

When he arrived at the champion's seat, 1868 finally realized what was happening. He looked nervously at the seat in front of him and stammered as he asked the staff member next to him, "This is... mine? I'm supposed to sit here?"

"Yes." The staff member nodded expressionlessly. "This is the champion's seat, it's yours."

1868 looked at his seat in disbelief, then at the audience seats in front of him, and spoke uncertainly again: "Is it mine? But... but I'm just a lower-class person, and here... everyone here is a higher-class person..."

His voice trailed off as he spoke. He noticed the VIPs in the front seats looking at him with disgust. Fortunately, the champion's seats were at the very back, in a row of his own, so he didn't have to endure the strange looks from his left and right.

"You've already successfully advanced to the top ten in the second stage, and now you're a candidate for the upper class. You're completely different from those lower-class people on stage. The third stage is no danger at all. As long as you successfully get first place, you'll become an upper-class person." The staff member said as he led 1868 to a seat and asked him to sit down.

His tone of voice was flat and monotone, like a mediocre actor reciting lines with a blank expression.

Hearing this, 1868 sat down in a daze. The feeling of being in the audience was indeed different. The view was so clear and wide that you could see the whole stage at a glance.

Even the amusement park rides that used to look terrifying now seemed more welcoming to him, because he no longer had to go through them. He could even sit in the audience and leisurely watch others struggle to survive on them.

I'm already a candidate for the upper class. There's no danger in the third stage. As long as I get first place, I can become a real upper class!
I am no longer the same as those people on stage! I am now sitting in the prestigious audience!
Thinking of this, he straightened his back and imitated the smug expressions of those upper-class people, but his imitation was very clumsy.

The upper-class people in the audience felt nauseous at the sight of that expression on his face.

Just then, the staff member who had led 1868 to the champion's seat was walking back when a spectator grabbed him and angrily shouted, "What the hell is your show doing, letting a lowly person sit with us? Look at his expression, it's disgusting!"

The staff member ignored him, simply pulled out the clothes that had been grabbed, and continued walking back.

The audience member who grabbed him was somewhat annoyed: "Hey, did you hear me?"

The man reached out and grabbed the staff member's clothes again, pulling him back. This time he used a lot of force and pulled the person back in one go.

"What kind of attitude is this? I'm going to file a complaint against you." He said, glancing at the name tag pinned to the man's chest, which bore their names.

"What's your name? Let me see your name tag... Nicholas Lee San?"

Who?
The two were arguing so loudly that 007 and Chu Changge, who were not far away, also heard it.

Upon hearing the name, 007 immediately straightened up and subconsciously reached for his upper-class identity card in his pocket.

Was that staff member named Nicholas Li San?
What a coincidence! The name on my ID card is Nicholas Wang Er, Chu Changge's is Nicholas Zhao Si, and Mingliang's ID card is Nicholas Zhang Yi.

When she first received these identity cards, she secretly wondered what kind of Nicholas family this was, and now there's actually a Nicholas Li San.

She stared at the two arguing for a while, unable to discern anything, then looked at Chu Changge beside her: "Did you hear that person's name?"

Chu Changge nodded.

007 wondered, "What a coincidence! His name is so similar to the one on our ID cards. Could it be that he also used an ID card to pretend to be a member of the upper class...?"

But that shouldn't be the case; Li San is a staff member of the variety show. Being a viewer is one thing, but becoming a staff member of a variety show isn't something you can just do on a whim; there must be an identity verification process.

And if this Li San is someone else in disguise, then who could it be?
It's impossible for someone of low status to obtain an identity card, and this isn't a dungeon, so no other players will come in.

That means it can only be an NPC.

But what NPC would have the time to pretend to be a superior person and work here as a staff member?

Look, it's Gugu making a dazzling appearance with its 2,600-word epic chapter!