He stood up and looked around silently.

This is an old-fashioned student dormitory.

The walls were crooked and dirty, and were covered with wallpaper whose original color could not be seen. It was wrinkled, and dirty dark brown and dirty yellow water stains seeped out from below.

There are four bunk beds in the narrow room, with rust-red stains peeling off the iron armrests.

There is a mirror with a corner missing attached to the cabinet opposite the bed.

The surface of the mirror was dirty, with greasy fingerprints on it, and in the dim light only blurred figures could be seen.

There were messy books piled on the table nearby, covered with dust.

Wen Jianyan was lying on the lower bunk of one of the beds.

There was an indescribable weird smell in the air that made people breathless.

In the lower right corner of the line of sight is a translucent light screen.

【Live broadcast room】

[Status: Started]

【Online audience: 3】

The number of online viewers fluctuates between 0 and 3.

No one posted any comments, just like a bored audience who just clicked in to watch the excitement.

There was no other person in the room except him.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, and his long and straight eyelashes cast a shadow on his white face. There was no excessive emotion on his face, and he looked as if he was extremely calm.

He rolled out of bed.

Then--

Holding on to the table beside him, he began to retching.

The young man's back under his shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting. He held his arm on the edge of the table and exerted force. Veins popped up on his well-defined forearm.

After a long time, he finally stopped.

The mask of ease and calmness at the beginning was shattered and disappeared like melting snow. The corners of the young man's eyes were wet and red. His previously calm facial features suddenly became vivid and vivid, looking particularly fragile and helpless in the dirty mirror.

help.

That's right.

What calmness, what calmness...

It’s all pretend!

Wen Jianyan's personal inner activities have nothing to do with the above adjectives.

Any normal person would be frightened when they saw the previous scene!

Red countdown, malicious broadcast sound, and weird cameras of all sizes.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene that only appears in horror novels!

Not to mention how scary it is!

Not to mention that he is the kind of person who cherishes his life the most!

However, in his many years of career, Wen Jianyan has developed the habit of keeping his face absolutely flawless no matter how scared he is in his heart or how much pressure from the outside world.

It is even said that the closer you are to the desperate situation, the more calm you become.

Otherwise, he would have been put into a cement bucket eight hundred years ago.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes one day, I would become a new anchor in the horror live broadcast room without any warning.

"..."

Who else in the world could be more unlucky than him?

Wen Jianyan's facial features wrinkled up and he suppressed the frustration rising in his heart.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and straightened up.

At this moment, the emotionless voice sounded again:

[In order to improve your live broadcast experience, the live broadcast room will customize a unique novice gift for you based on the soul quality of the host!!]

In such an intrusive environment, the mechanical sound this time seemed even weirder.

However, the keywords "soul quality" and "personal customization" in this passage immediately made Wen Jianyan feel that it was unusual.

He breathed slightly softly subconsciously.

Based on many years of professional experience, this so-called "newbie gift" is likely to play a vital role in his destiny.

[Ding! The novice gift package has been delivered, does the anchor sign for it? 】

Wen Jianyan calmed down and said: "Sign for receipt."

He saw the light screen in front of him flash and a colorful gift box pop open automatically.

Amidst the lively sound effects, the gorgeous long silk was automatically pulled off, the gift box popped open with a "bang", and the animated interface disappeared, revealing a——

flowerpot.

The earthy gray flowerpot and the brown-black soil are ordinary and featureless.

Other than that it was empty, nothing.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

What?

He poked at the flowerpot on his screen with some disbelief, hoping to find something else.

A line of text popped up.

[Product name: Apple seedlings]

Wen Jianyan: “…………”

So, this high-end gift package, which is customized according to the attributes of the soul and sounds very intimidating at first sight, is just an apple seedling that has not yet sprouted?

What a rag!

Is this a gift for newbies?

Be sick!

Wen Jianyan turned off the light screen expressionlessly.

He raised his head and subconsciously glanced at the place where he had just been lying with his peripheral vision, and his eyes couldn't help but pause slightly.

There is a card lying quietly on the pillow.

The card is very thin, only about the size of a palm, with straight edges. The texture is not like paper, but more like metal.

Wen Jianyan hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

【ID card】

Name: Cheng Wei

Age:16

Occupation: First-year student of Decai Middle School

Related plot: Not yet unlocked

Wen Jianyan turned the card over to the back.

There is also a line of text on the back: Initial survival time is being allocated...

Wen Jianyan:?

He turned the card over and looked at it several times, but never saw any other information.

That's it?

Wen Jianyan frowned and raised his head in confusion.

The moment he raised his head, his heart skipped a beat.

The cupboard door of the bed opposite seemed to slide open slightly more smoothly than before, and the mirror hanging above happened to be facing him directly.

Wen Jianyan could clearly see the reflection of his face.

as well as……

Under the bed where he just lay, there was a smiling, pale face.

Her pure black eyes stared straight at him, and the corners of her lips that curved upward like a mask gradually widened——

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his back.

My heart was beating fast, as if it was about to burst out of my throat.
To be continued...