Chapter 3

After modifying the list, the old witch closed the crumpled little book and threw it to Wen Jianyan:

"Okay, send it to me, but you have to make a copy for me to keep."

The young man hurriedly caught the roster, held on to his slightly crooked spectacles, and replied awkwardly:

"Ma, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Student teacher... hum."

The old witch squinted her eyes, her gray eyes reflecting a gloomy light behind the greasy lenses, and ordered arrogantly:

"It's almost time to count the people. Just in time, come back after you finish delivering the roster. I'm very short of manpower here."

"Damn it, every time a lot of bad things come to me, a bunch of shameless people..."

The woman spat, cursed, turned around and walked out, her tall and bloated figure disappearing out the door.

"Bang!"

The door to the duty room was rudely slammed.

Through the door panel, Wen Jianyan heard the strange singing voice again. Along with the woman's heavy footsteps, the humming sound gradually faded away, and was eventually swallowed up by the dark shadow.

It was obviously only a few dozen seconds, but it seemed as long as a century.

Finally, there was only dead silence left in my ears.

"..."

Almost immediately, the green and shy smile on the young man's face quickly disappeared like thin snow under the strong sunlight, leaving only an expressionless silence underneath, with no emotion visible.

The barrage was also silent for a few seconds.

"...?"

"The anchor's expression always seems like he is planning something..."

"Speaking of which, he felt very familiar with the process from the beginning. Could it be that he is a trumpet account of some big boss? After all, anchors can use points to exchange for shells."

"And if I remember correctly, this anchor got the initial survival time of hell difficulty in the first level. How can ordinary people have such bad luck? It must be a restriction imposed by the system, right?"

"Yes, I agree. It's very likely that it's a small one."

"However, I follow most of the S-level anchors and major guilds, but this live broadcast style... doesn't feel like it's up to par?"

At this moment, the anchor, who had been motionless just now, suddenly stood up.

"!"

The viewers watching the live broadcast seemed to be shocked.

They subconsciously held their breath and stared at the young man on the screen, half surprised and half excited looking forward to his next move——

"vomit--"

Wen Jianyan rushed to the desk, leaned over the trash can and started retching.

His slender fingers pressed firmly against the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning pale from the exertion. Combined with the sound of retching that resounded throughout the room, it didn't look like he was faking it.

"..."

"..."

The barrage fell into dead silence.

After a few seconds, rows of "?" slowly appeared.

"...wtf?"

"...The anchor just showed such an incomprehensible expression, and then he asked me to watch this?"

"So the anchor is really a newcomer, otherwise how could he have such a big reaction..."

"Maybe it's acting...? I'm not sure..."

Half a minute later, Wen Jianyan stood up holding the table with a pale face.

I don't know if it was because he hadn't eaten for a long time, but he didn't vomit anything this time.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with a look of exhaustion, his eyes were wet and red, and his long eyelashes were covered with a layer of physiological mist.

Oh shit……

It was really just now...

It’s so scary!

The clothes on Wen Jianyan's back were tightly stuck to his skin with sweat, and his palms were soaked with sweat. The cold wind made him shiver.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh what the hell kind of place is this!

That scary smiling face just now is right behind your head! Behind your head! So close! So close! I was so scared that I vomited!!

Wen Jianyan's expression was slightly distorted.

Fortunately, the NPC who came in later looked like a human being, otherwise he doubted that he would have died suddenly on the spot.

And, more importantly...

Although Wen Jianyan didn't know how long he had left to survive! But he knew clearly that he was probably at his limit now - he might be dead in a few seconds!

He hasn’t had time to spend the two billion he just received! He hasn’t had time to enjoy a beautiful life!

He was not seduced by a criminal group, but he died an unexplained death because he was pulled into the terrorist live broadcast software...

Don’t do this kind of thing!

Wen Jianyan is now very desperate.

Just when he was panicking, suddenly, a "ding" sound came from his ears, and then the system's mechanical sound sounded:

[Congratulations to the anchor for unlocking a new way to earn points!]

[Plot deviation: 31 Reward points: 10,000

As the degree of deviation increases, the reward points will also increase significantly.

Note: As the degree of plot modification increases, the copy will undergo uncontrollable changes!

Hosts please keep up their hard work and unlock new plots in the dungeon!]

[The live broadcast task rewards are being calculated for you...

Dungeon exploration degree: 20 Reward points: 2000]

[Oops, the system has detected that the remaining survival time of the anchor is about to be less than one minute, and your live broadcast room is about to be closed! For the loyal fans in your live broadcast room who are waiting for food, would you like to exchange all the points in your account for survival time? 】

!!!

Just waiting for your words!

Wen Jianyan almost cried with joy:

"Change!"

[Ding! Your points have been redeemed, please open your ID card to check!]

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath to calm down.

Then, he took out the ID card from his pocket and saw that the handwriting on it had changed at some point.

【ID card】

Name: Cheng Wei (changed: Xiao Wen)

Age:16(changed:???)

Occupation: First-year student at Decai Middle School (changed: First-grade intern teacher at Decai High School)

Related plot: Not yet unlocked (Changed:???)

All the text after "Changed" appears in a dim light gray, looming and almost difficult to see clearly in less bright light, as if it will disappear from the card in the next second.

Wen Jianyan looked at it thoughtfully for a few seconds, then turned the card over to the back.

Above is a blood-red countdown.

The survival time has increased from a shocking single digit to one hundred and twenty minutes.

Although it was only two hours, he could at least survive until the first points settlement point.

Wen Jianyan slowly breathed a long sigh of relief.

He stared at the remaining survival time displayed on the card and fell into deep thought.

It seems that points and survival time are exchanged at a ratio of one hundred to one.

The rewards given by the exploration dungeon are really too small. Even if you reach 100%, you only have 10,000 points.

Of course, more live broadcast tasks may be updated in the future, but whether he can survive until then remains to be seen.

Wen Jianyan touched his chin.
To be continued...