Help, I've become a paper man

Yan Changyue smiled again when she heard this, and ignored the man's words. She returned her gaze to the glass, where the image had changed. Song Yi was socializing with a passing trash can. She could only see the picture, but could not hear the sound or what they talked about. She could only see that in the end, Song Yi exchanged a balloon with the trash can for a deflated drink. The white puppy was splashed with paint and looked like a discarded item.

He watched more and more intently, his eyes fixed on the screen, and the expression on his face softened. If someone passed by and took a glance at him, they could sense how relaxed and happy he was.

But someone didn't want to do that. The man's voice sounded again, breaking the silence and asking, "Boss Yan's favor is really terrifying. Does he know why you chose him?"

Yan Changyue's smile froze for a moment, then immediately returned to normal. He did not deny, nor did he look at the man. He still supported his chin, but lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on his other hand, lingering on the fingertips. Not long ago, it had a brief contact with Song Yi's nose tip.

He spoke calmly, "He chose me."

If they were the protagonists, the description of this passage might be that a young man rushed out of the other world, grabbed the "unlucky guy" who was resting on the side of the road, and forced him to bind himself, but he didn't expect that this might be the other party's "intentional act", and he fell into the other party's trap... But Yan Changyue is not the protagonist, so only part of it is correct.

The man didn't say anything else. Yan Changyue's lips curled up. He sat up a little straighter and put his hands on his legs. The castle was still floating, casting a shadow in the amusement park, but under the bright lights, even their faces were covered with a layer of soft light.

He spoke again, in a gentle tone, and asked, "Do you still hate me?"

The man took a deep breath and sat up straight. The newspaper covering his face slipped off, revealing his face clearly. If Song Yi appeared here, he would be able to recognize this man at a glance. He was also an "acquaintance" who had walked through the plot, and he was also the one who formed a team with Yuesheng with a slicked-back hair. But at this moment, what appeared on this man's face was not timidity, but rather a bit of toughness.

"It's impossible." The man with his back to head replied.

Yan Changyue did not ask any more questions, obviously knowing the answer. She turned her head back and continued, "Even if you die now, it would be meaningless. Why didn't you die in the first place?"

This was not a question, but a simple statement. However, after saying this, Yan Changyue's smile disappeared from his face. He stared at the slicked-back hair and said seriously, "She will not die here. You should believe in her choice."

The man with the back hair sneered, not believing his words at all, and said confidently: "You are taking revenge on us because she didn't listen to you, so other than that, all you have left for her is a dead end."

Yan Changyue shook her head slightly and stopped answering. Rather than being speechless, it was more like she was too lazy to say more.

The atmosphere above was tense and filled with gunpowder. Below the castle, in the amusement park, Song Yi's queue time was over and he finally got his ticket. On the front was the word "Park Ticket" printed on a complicated pattern. On the back was the common clown and animal elements, surrounding it. In the center was a blank circle. There were ten of them in total. When Song Yi saw them for the first time, he just became alert and heard the sister who was issuing the ticket say:

"Children, you can get stamps on your park ticket only after you participate in the attractions in the park. Once you have collected ten stamps, you can come here and receive your prizes."

Song Yi asked: "One chapter for each project?"

The other party did not answer, but just winked at him and said, "Okay, please make way, the children behind are getting anxious."

Obviously not prepared to answer, Song Yi gave up his position first and walked to the side. He guessed that the answer should mean "not necessarily", but the specific rules still needed to be tried. He did not dwell on it too much and looked at the three nearest facilities. The game had not started yet, but it would not be long before it started.

He could clearly feel the increase in the number of participants. After waiting in line for such a long time, he kept moving forward, but the length of the line did not change much. More people kept coming in, but unfortunately, there were no familiar faces among them.

Song Yi shook his head and made a regretful gesture. In fact, he was quite happy. After all, in the same dungeon, the more bosses there were, the more intense the competition was. His eyes passed by the roller coaster and wandered between whack-a-mole and the carousel. For a moment, he thought that in whack-a-mole, the player might be the "mole", but in other words, the carousel might also let the player be the horse. His eyes turned back to whack-a-mole. Just as he raised his foot, the prompt sounded at the same time.

"The instance is full of 200 players. The game has officially begun. Please do your best to collect ten stamps and clear the game before midnight!"

The game begins.

Song Yi was a witness, the last person to appear, refreshed next to the whack-a-mole sign. He watched Sui Yuesheng appear, and instantly took back the few "regrets" he had. He immediately became unhappy, thinking that it was good that there were no acquaintances. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, "The protagonist appeared at the wrong time, how cliché!"

When Sui Yuesheng was in a daze, he raised his leg without hesitation... and walked to the other side. Goodbye, whack-a-mole. They were not destined to be together. After all, he had bad luck. Getting close to the protagonist would make him unlucky. In comparison, even the roller coaster had a handsome face.

So he chose the carousel.

The game had just started, and Song Yi was not far away. When he arrived, there were not many people in line. After everyone got their number plates, they waited together on the side. The game could only start after all the participants gathered.

Song Yi looked around, but the doubts in his heart did not diminish. He turned his head and asked the person next to him, "Why are there so few people participating?"

The man was also bored waiting, and was playing with his fingers. When he heard Song Yi's words, he immediately perked up, turned his head and said, "Haven't you heard that the warmer and more harmless things in the dungeon are, the scarier they are. Listen to the name 'Merry-Go-Round', and look at the appearance, it's obviously a soft persimmon in quotation marks."

Song Yi was a little surprised and couldn't help asking: "You know this and you are brave enough to face the challenge. Is this the boss?"

He didn't make much jokes, nor did he say it in admiration. He just said it casually. After all, he was still three people short of the necessary people to start the project.

When the other party heard this, he also laughed and said, "Of course not. I'm not good enough. Any danger I encounter may knock me down. In this case, it's better to get in with fewer people so that I can enter the game faster. Either I pass faster or I die faster."

This open-minded attitude towards life and death really made Song Yi admire him for two seconds. Before he could speak, the elder brother next to him said, "Don't pay attention to him. His master is rich. Even if he is not good at it, he still likes to play. Every time he comes to experience the thrill, he always experiences himself to death, and then waits for his master to get the materials to revive him, and then goes to experience it again."

At this point, the eldest brother looked at Song Yi and added: "Don't waste the money he has at home like this."

Song Yi touched the tip of his nose and just smiled without responding. After all, it was hard to say. Yan Changyue was rich enough. It was not a question of whether the money spent on resurrecting him was a waste. The main thing was... he felt that if he died too quickly, it would be embarrassing.