Heartwarming waste how to PUBG [Unlimited]

There was a warm and cool touch on his shoulders, Lan Qiaoyi turned his head to look, and met the man's dark blue eyes hidden under the brim of his hat.

"……fine."

He heard his dry voice, and when the words fell, he shook his head slowly, as if he wanted to confirm his answer to the other party.

Jean smiled, but did not put his hands down from the young man's thin and round shoulders.

"Let me see what low-difficulty game you lucky ones are getting into?"

...Low difficulty?

Lan Qiaoyi felt strangely fortunate, but another sense of disobedience rose in his heart.

The voice on the broadcast paused for a few seconds, as if admiring the unpredictable and complex expressions on the faces of these little white mice, he said slowly:

"It's an easy game, maybe some of you have played it before—!"

"what……"

The young man heard people whispering around him, and the emotion revealed in his tone was no longer the previous panic. It seemed that everyone gradually believed in the "low difficulty" that the voice on the radio had said before.

"I announce - there are still 5 minutes before the start of the four-corner game!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lan Qiaoyi saw a white light curtain suddenly appear in front of them, and the words that quickly emerged one after another on it were the game introduction of "Four Corners Game".

[In the middle of the night, in a rectangular blank room, turn off all the lights, and then stand one person in each of the 4 corners of the room, all facing the corner, never look back.

When the game starts, the person in one corner walks to the other corner, pats the shoulder of the person in front, calls out his name and stays in that corner.Then, the person being photographed stayed for five seconds and walked to the other corner in the same way...

Everyone is going in the same direction, and so on.After a while, you will find that when no one makes a sound, it means that there are people in every corner.

But there is one person walking all the time, because the sound of footsteps can be heard—who is that person who came out so much?]

After Lan Qiaoyi read it carefully, his first reaction was to look at the people around him.

One, two, three... Including him and Rang beside him, there are——

"six people."

The man's voice reached his ears through the wide hood.

Lan Qiaoyi's heart sank, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

There are six of them in total, but there are only four in [Four Corners Game]. Even if they are divided into two groups, there are still two people missing.

No matter how he counted, this seemingly unremarkable introduction to the game brought him a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Has everyone understood? If there is no objection, let's get started!"

[Host, there are 3 minutes left. ]

"wait wait wait--"

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly said.

"What do you want to do?"

The voice on the radio paused, sounding a little annoyed.

"Didn't you say that the countdown is 5 minutes? Now there are 3 minutes left, let's start the game after the countdown is over."

Without waiting for that voice to refute, the boy's clear voice sounded again:

"We all have to play by the rules of the game, don't we?"

"……Fine."

After listening to the back and forth conversations, the other four people realized it belatedly.

"This damn game commentator wants us to go in unprepared. I don't know what An is thinking!"

A muscular man not far from Lanqiaoyi said angrily.

Hearing this, the chubby middle-aged man standing on his left rubbed his hands and replied subconsciously:

"Y-you can't say that, the narrator probably didn't think so much..."

Hearing this, the eyes of several people present looking at him suddenly became a little weird.

How come there is still a maintenance game commentator?

In the previous conversation with the narrator, Rang Du stood beside the boy and looked at him without saying a word.

Until now, he bent slightly, retracted the hand on the other's shoulder, and said softly:

"Do you have any idea?"

Lan Qiaoyi, who was paying attention to the other side, subconsciously said "Huh?"

Seeing the boy withdraw his gaze from other places and look at himself, a subtle sense of joy could not be restrained in the man's heart.

So even if the other party didn't answer him, and there was even a trace of unconcealed confusion on his face, he only thought it was cute.

"You're not going to tell me that you got three minutes from the commentator and then do nothing?"

Lan Qiaoyi instantly opened his eyes wide.

[My mind was broken...]

This is how to do?Adhering to the personality design, he should properly reveal a trace of intelligence in front of the golden thigh, and put the two labels of not being behind and being aware of current affairs on himself, so as to increase the chance of hugging his thigh.

[After testing, the host Lanqiaoyi's waste level has been successfully upgraded, unlocking the title of "Intermediate Small Waste". ]

[As a good trash, you have to learn to hide your shortcomings, so that the big bosses think you have merit, so as to further gain the trust of the other party, and in times of crisis, better set off the big bosses' fearlessness and courage in times of crisis. Abandoning the great love of waste teammates. ]

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar title at first, he didn't realize it for a while. When the title that hadn't been activated for a long time appeared at this time, Lan Qiaoyi's mood became a little complicated.

"Are you scared?"

The man's voice sounded again, this time, there was no intimidating smile in the other party's words, it sounded like it was just genuine concern.

Um?Um.

Lan Qiaoyi agreed in his heart, so on the surface it seemed as if he had acquiesced to the man's guess.

"Don't be afraid, you haven't paid your price yet."

Jean's smiling voice sounded in the boy's ear, as if he didn't realize that there was something wrong with such comfort.

"...Okay, I'm not afraid."

Lan Qiao Yifu turned his head to look at the other four people, remembering their appearance and characteristics as clearly as possible in his mind, even though he knew it was better than nothing, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

and……

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man standing beside him, and couldn't help thinking about his BUFF in this world. He didn't believe that his luck was so good that he happened to meet him again when he entered the game again. Before he knew it, [Pygmalion Effect] was triggered once.

This time, the voice of the game commentator sounded again:

"The game is about to start, the countdown is ten seconds, ten, nine, eight..."

Lan Qiaoyi once again hurriedly glanced at the people who had just observed carefully.

Except for the muscular man in a racerback vest and camouflage overalls, and the middle-aged man in a white shirt and black suit pants defending the narrator, there was another man and a woman about the same age as myself.

The boy was a little thin and not tall, and he was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. There was nothing special about him at first, but...

Although Lan Qiaoyi didn't want to have a fixed impression of others, but the other party looked like a street gangster from top to bottom.

This feeling is so strong that it seems that the boy wrote these words in his eyes with his body.

"Is there any special props?"

Lan Qiaoyi grumbled, and when he looked at the last person, he froze for a moment.

The short-haired girl with earphones hanging around her neck, a black T-shirt on her upper body, and a pair of khaki overalls shorts on her lower body looks handsome. The other party did not participate in the discussion of the other three from the beginning to the end, and seemed to be aware of it. For the first time, his eyes looked up in his direction.

The two looked at each other, Lan Qiao Yi Deng was a little flustered, he just...

But the girl just glanced at him lightly, then lowered her head again, which made him feel a bit strange while being relieved.

Isn't she afraid?

Such thoughts just crossed his mind lightly, and soon dissipated.

It's too late to take care of yourself, let alone caring for others?

"The game begins, I wish you all a good time!"

The darkness that appeared in front of the eyes was almost at the same time as the sound announcing the start.

In just a few seconds, Lan Qiaoyi noticed that other people's voices gradually became smaller until the surroundings were completely silent.

[We are still in the original position, but the space here has changed. ]

039 promptly explained his confusion.

Lan Qiaoyi cautiously stood on the spot without taking any action. He didn't feel relieved until he heard the faint sound of footsteps not far away, and walked towards the nearest corner under the guidance of 039.

[The spatial layout at the system level is gradually dissipating, the host should go quickly——]

His heart tightened, and he realized that the rules of the game were in effect: refuse to cheat.

When Lan Qiaoyi quickened his pace, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps all around him, and he felt a little relieved. It seemed that everyone used their own methods to discern the direction in the dark.

In the pure black environment, the nerves of being vigilant all the time became more and more tense, and Lan Qiaoyi even felt the sense of imbalance as if he closed his eyes.

So when his outstretched hand touched the cold wall for the first time, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

And shortly after him, the sound of footsteps in the room also stopped.

It seems that everyone is standing in their position...

This idea flashed across Lan Qiaoyi's mind, but what followed was another thought that made him feel cold all over:

There are a total of four corners in the room, and there are six people in total, and there will inevitably be two more people. This is something that everyone knew well before.

But now... why is there no sound other than footsteps?

Logically speaking, if the two people who found the corner later realized that someone was already there, shouldn't they make doubtful voices?

Except for the sticky and chaotic darkness around, there is a deathly silence.

Who to start with?

As soon as such thoughts crossed Lan Qiaoyi's mind, he heard footsteps resounding again.

"Da, da da—" There was a crisp voice.

He listened intently to the man's voice, secretly guessing that it might be the middle-aged man wearing leather shoes, or a young boy with a pair of leather sandals on his feet.

It shouldn't be the muscular man and Jean in boots, nor... that girl in sneakers.

He stood in the corner, thinking slightly relaxed.

The sound of footsteps was still some distance away from him, as if it came from another wall, it shouldn't be...

Such thoughts just surfaced in his mind, and the next second, Lan Qiaoyi felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

He was terrified.

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