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Chapter 817 Steel Bar Piercing Roller Coaster

Speaking of which, there was a staff member next to Li San just now, the one who was talking to Teacher Shalu on stage.

Was he also a member of the upper class disguised as an identity card?

Thinking of this, 007 turned around and looked around, but couldn't find the staff member.

She had no choice but to turn her gaze back to Li San. This Li San did indeed seem different from the other upper-class people, both in his demeanor and his tone of voice.

He was like an actor who had been pushed onto the stage without understanding the script, only able to recite his lines stiffly. When the audience grabbed him, he didn't explain at all, but just anxiously tugged at his clothes, trying to snatch them from their hands.

It was clear that he wanted to leave the audience as soon as possible.

Seeing the sweat beading on his forehead and the increasingly anxious expression on his face, 007 became even more certain that this was a disguised upper-class person.

Who exactly is he? What is his purpose in coming here? 007 pondered silently.

Of course, the teacher wouldn't let the argument continue; it would be embarrassing for the host if a dispute broke out in the audience.

"Everyone, please calm down!" Teacher Killer spoke again with his usual confident tone, "Are you all getting impatient after only serving up an appetizer? Don't worry, the real excitement is yet to come."

Although his expression was confident and his tone was firm, he was actually feeling uneasy inside.

He cursed the person who designed the advancement rules in his mind, and then hurriedly proceeded with the next steps.

Let's hurry up and finish this damn second phase and move on to the third phase. The third phase will definitely make the audience happy.

As Teacher Killer thought to himself, he looked at 0175, who was still standing blankly to the side. It was now 1868's turn to choose a project for 0175.

The two had agreed to take turns abstaining, and if it weren't for a little mishap, 1868 would have abstained long ago.

Teacher Killer had little hope for what was to come. He turned his gaze forward to 1868, who was sitting upright in the back of the audience. 1868 was a bit far away, and he would have to shout to host the event from now on.

Teacher Killer took a deep breath and shouted to 1868 at the back of the audience: "Now it's your turn to choose a project for 0175."

Hurry up and abstain.

It would be best if the next four groups also forfeited as soon as possible, lest the audience's anger escalate and Teacher Killer feel that his future is bleak.

0175 stared blankly at 1868, who was sitting in the magnificent champion's seat. He was filled with anticipation, hoping that he too could sit in such a seat and become a "candidate for the upper class."

With anticipation mixed with a little anxiety, as soon as Teacher Killer finished speaking, he couldn't wait to shout to 1868: "Quickly forfeit! We made a promise, if I forfeit, you have to forfeit too."

1868 was immersed in the wonderful fantasy of becoming a superior person when he suddenly heard 0175 calling him from the stage, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Deep down, he felt that he was no longer the same as the people on stage. He was the champion, a rising star! Sitting with the elite!
His former humility will become a thing of the past, and a glorious future awaits him.

But 0175 on stage kept saying "we," as if 0175's status was as high as his own, and he was doing this in front of so many superior people, which was simply smearing his reputation. 1868 found it particularly grating and remained silent for a moment.

Seeing that 1868 remained silent, 0175 grew anxious and raised his voice, "Why aren't you saying anything? Forfeit already! You can only become champion if I forfeit, now it's your turn to forfeit!"

Hearing this, 1868 felt even more displeased. Why did 0175 have the right to order him around so confidently?
He decided to let the 0175 on the table air out for a while.

Teacher Killer had been completely disheartened and had given up all hope for the outcome, but seeing that 1868 had not given up, a little flame was rekindled in his heart.

He looked at 1868, who was sitting upright in his champion's chair, but with a somewhat annoyed expression. Meanwhile, 0175 was still on stage, constantly urging 1868 to forfeit, and with each additional word from 0175, 1868's displeasure grew.

"So that's how it is," Teacher Killer realized, a smile playing on his lips.

When a person who was originally of low status suddenly rises to a high position, their psychological state will undergo a huge change. They will despise their former status and look down on friends who were once of the same status as them.

If an old acquaintance treats him the same way he used to, he will become angry.

My status is far higher than yours, so why do you still speak to me with such an attitude? Don't you have any self-awareness? Or do you still think of me as that insignificant, lowly person from before?
Yes, that's how you should think. The smile on Teacher Killer's face grew wider and wider.

1868's silence not only worried 0175, but also attracted the attention of the audience.

"Why hasn't this person given up yet? I thought he would give up immediately. Can we skip this boring part?"

"Look at him, he's disgusting."

"Let's just end this pointless phase quickly. Why not just have the top five groups all forfeit, so we don't have to suffer here watching?"

Chu Changge silently looked at 1868 behind him. He stared at the other person for a long time before finally looking away.

007 had been observing the situation on the field, and she keenly sensed that things were about to start to develop in another direction.

“He’s about to change his mind.” Mr. Green on the stage whispered to Gu Mian. “I can tell just by looking at his expression. I’ve seen a lot of players in the dungeon, and some of them, when they have that kind of expression, mean they’re up to no good.”

Gu Mian didn't expect that Mr. Green was also a micro-expression psychologist. He said to Mr. Green, "Then take another look at the host on the screen and analyze what his current psychology is."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Green turned his head to look towards the top of the pyramid.

Because they were on the bottom floor, Mr. Green had to stretch his legs to see the Killer Teacher at the very top.

At this moment, the teacher's face was full of genuine smiles. He was squinting at 1868 at the back of the audience and spoke in an exaggerated tone:
"You are now completely different from the other contestants on stage. Come on, make your decision."

"Come and decide the fate of this lowly person next to me. This is the first time you have exercised your power since becoming a candidate for the upper class. It is of great significance. The audience is watching you. Your choice will determine the life or death of others."

"We agreed to abstain together!" 0175 was still shouting, but no one paid any attention to him; everyone's eyes were on 1868.

1868 was sitting in his chair, feeling a little smug. He realized that everyone's attention was on him, and he was now the center of attention.

Everyone is waiting for his decision.

How wonderful! How wonderful! He reveled in the feeling of being the center of attention, in the satisfaction of everyone waiting for him to exercise his power.

How wonderful the taste of power is, how melodious the voice of power is.

He wanted to make the most of it, no longer as cowardly and humble as before, no longer needing to compromise or abide by the bullshit agreements with lowly people.

In 1868, a beautiful smile appeared on his face, his expression no different from that of the upper class.

He stood up, his every move and posture befitting a true gentleman. People saw him raise his hand and point to the nine-square grid at the top of the tower, deciding the tragic fate of 0175—

"Railroad Car with Steel Bar Piercing"

Good! As expected of a cuckoo, once you lay down the butcher's knife, you become a cuckoo! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back means becoming a cuckoo! A wandering cuckoo who turns back is more precious than gold!