Life is a Game

Jiang Feng continued to browse the post bar.

Most of the posts that make up stories are not updated anymore. One reason is that they are not popular, and the other reason is that the protagonists of the stories have been eliminated and there is no need to make up stories. Stories like Wang Hao's are bizarre, incorporating various elements of cool novels, and there is no second post about the pig's feet that has not been eliminated. Jiang Feng even saw someone open an analysis post for analysis Who is the male protagonist of "My Roommate Who Got the Pig's Foot Script".

Fortunately, Wang Hao's writing is bizarre enough and nonsense. Most people think that the author is actually making up, the pig's feet have long been eliminated or the pig's feet don't exist at all. The author is looking for a place to write a novel. Jiang Feng was deeply relieved when he saw these posts. He put on a trumpet and went into battle, changing numbers to lead the way.

"Yeah, yeah, I also think that the poster of that post is just an editor."

"I'm really looking forward to what will happen in the second round of the qualifiers!"

"Do you think it's the rich second-generation younger brother of the pig's foot who came forward to help the pig's foot clean up the stumbling block?"

After a delicate operation, the wind direction of the post was directly reversed, and it completely went astray, from an analysis post to a plot discussion post.

During the period when Jiang Feng was planning to keep pace, many contestants entered the lounge one after another, and many of them were directly eliminated. There were nearly 30 people who stayed here, and more than 50 minutes had passed since the competition time. , Jiang Feng didn't know how many players were still competing on the field, but so much time had passed, whether the remaining players could get 8 or more red cards would depend on how hungry the ten public judges were.

The newly left people basically have 8 red cards, only 3 people with 9 red cards, and even none with 10 red cards.

The 10 card boss Wu Minqi has been concentrating on watching TV, not listening to anything outside the window, and not even moving much.

The lounge was also very quiet. Without Zhang Luyu's talkative sociability, everyone didn't have much time to communicate with each other. Except for Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi, there was no one sitting in a row, and there was at least one seat between each of them.

Jiang Feng could even see the big words "Don't beat me" written on their faces.

"Hey." Jiang Feng sighed deeply.

He actually wanted to watch the bossy romance drama, but he didn't have a VIP, so he could only endure it.

That drama updates two episodes every day at zero o'clock. Yesterday's episode happened to be interrupted when the heroine was confessed by a male colleague of the company, and was bumped into by the overbearing male protagonist on the spot.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Wu Minqi asked after watching the TV series.

"No, I was thinking about the plot of a drama I saw yesterday, and I want to know how the hero and heroine are doing." How dare Jiang Feng say that he secretly likes to watch the domineering president's silly and sweet romance dramas.

"Mr. Zou got drunk late at night, and a third-rate female model took the opportunity to take pictures to spread rumors. It's a bloody joke." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng: (((Д)))

"I have vip, do you want to watch it on my phone?"

"...Yes, thank you."

"Actually, I just watch it with Ji Yue when I have nothing to do. I don't watch this kind of drama at all. It's just that I'm too bored and have nothing to do now." Jiang Feng tried desperately to struggle.

Wu Minqi looked at him quietly.

Jiang Feng understood the meaning in her eyes.

Do you think I will believe it?

...

After Jiang Feng finished watching an episode, there were still people who hadn't finished their entries. Some people in the lounge began to get impatient, they kept going out to watch the competition area from a distance, and they kept complaining.

"What's going on, how many people are there?"

"I can't see clearly, there seem to be more than a dozen."

"Is it okay? It's almost an hour and a half. Is it interesting to delay the last few minutes?"

There are currently 34 players in the waiting room. Everyone knows that the game will be over in a few minutes. The rest of the field must be useless. The 16 players who will be promoted will definitely be born among them. It's just that I'm too nervous now, and I need to find an excuse to vent and complain.

There are three minutes.

The impatient contestants in the waiting room could no longer sit still and began to walk around anxiously, and most of the sitting players were also nervous.

"Hey, can you stop walking around? I'm so annoyed by you shaking in front of me!" A woman who looked 25 or 26 years old was the first to erupt.

"Sister, it's your business that you are annoying, why are you relying on me?" The young man in her 20s who she said is also in a bad temper now.

"Whose eldest sister are you talking about? Can you speak?"

"I don't think you can talk, you just yell at people, did I provoke you?"

The two were about to quarrel when they heard the voice of the microphone.

"When the time for this game is up, please stop the actions of the players who have not finished, and leave the field now. I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated."

The air in the entire rest area seemed to be drained instantly, and the two people who were about to quarrel were suffocated by one of them, and suddenly fell silent. People who had been walking around anxiously found a place to sit. Only their hands that were difficult to place and feet that kept making small movements could reveal their nervousness. Just looking at their expressions, everyone was very calm.

Jiang Feng is really calm, he doesn't care about the score of the game at all, anyway, he is very inflated and feels that he is sure to advance. Now he only cares about how the sand sculpture screenwriter should write the next plot. There is still one episode where his heart is as uncomfortable as a cat's paw scratching.

Wu Minqi, as the only contestant who got 10 red cards in the audience, exudes the air of a boss all the time, expressionless, reticent, very calm, without any panic.

The staff came over and said with a smile: "Everyone, please come back to the competition area with me. We will announce the promotion list and your scores."

At this time, the crowd of onlookers increased again. After all, the result of the game was about to be announced. For the crowd who basically couldn't understand the players' operations, this was the highlight, and they all cheered up and stared at the staff. and contestants.

"After an intense and lengthy competition, the promotion quota for this competition will also be announced. Once again, this competition will be exclusively broadcast live by a certain point, and all seasonings will be exclusively sponsored by Good Taste." Staff member Never forget the original intention of advertising.

"The 16 contestants who have advanced in this round will become the top 32 in the country. They will compete for the final championship with contestants from the other three divisions in April. At that time, you can call and like your favorite contestants through the WeChat public account , the contestant with the highest number of votes will be the image spokesperson of Haotaste Soy Sauce for a whole year!"

"Wow~" The onlookers were confused.

"Okay, now I will announce the promotion list."

"No. 39 Wu Minqi: 9.3 points, No. 78 Chu Peng: 8.9 points, No. 13 Jiang Feng: 8.8 points, No. 66 Duan Zhiming: 8.5 points..."

"No. 112 Zhang Qian: 7.6 points, the above are the contestants who have advanced to the top 32 in the country. Our staff will contact you by phone in the follow-up competition. All the completed entries will be placed in the incubator. You can come to Come and taste it. If all players have no objections, you can leave now."

All of a sudden, the 34 contestants on the field were either happy or sad. A little girl who looked like just a high school student ran to the outside of the field screaming, rushed into the crowd and hugged her mother who came with her, shouting excitedly: " Mom, Mom, I have advanced, I can be on TV! I can be on TV."

"Brother, yes, the top thirty-two in the country!"

"Son, good job!"

"Husband, it's okay. If you lose, you lose. There are only 32 in the whole country. The neighbors all say that our shop is good at craftsmanship."

"Don't be so embarrassing, how big is a man, your daughter is still watching, you are not afraid of being laughed at by her."

...

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi looked at each other silently.

It seems that the two of them are alone...

"Let's go, it's almost eleven o'clock, and Uncle Jiang won't be too busy later." Wu Minqi said.

"Let's go." Jiang Feng followed Wu Minqi.

"By the way, will your family come to the game in April?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Maybe my mom will come over to take a look at the top four, what's wrong?" Wu Minqi asked.

"I wondered if we should have a cheerleading team to cheer us on and treat it as a club activity. Our chess club has nearly forty people anyway!"

"..."