Falling in love is worse than escaping

Although the speed of reduction was not fast, the moment when the red blood bar gradually approached the bottom still made many people feel nervous. They were afraid that it might be their turn next.

Si Zhuo shivered while holding his arms.

Zhuang Yan stared at the blood strip on the man's head until the blood strip stopped near the bottom edge.He put his hands in his pockets and lowered his eyes, as if there was a thought in his eyes during that movement.

"Students, pay attention to every word Yang said, otherwise Yang will be unhappy." Yang first laughed twice, and then said, "Okay, I wasted my classmates' time because of a bug, and now I will start the second one." wheel."

Compared with the first round, there were ten less people in the second round, because the number of the sign on Zhuang Yan's chest changed from 33 to 23.Excluding him, Pei Li, and Si Zhuo, there were actually only 20 of them.

However, there are only ten that he can see on the field, and the remaining ten are hidden in the shadows.

Number 1 is a boy with a white face, like a rabbit.After he got the turntable and dice, he first threw the points, and then turned the direction, West 6 o'clock.

There is someone in that position.

A muscular boy with number 11.

With the hem of his clothes on, No. 1 walked slowly to the grid of No. 11, glanced at the other party carefully, and the other party smiled back at him, especially the sunny one.

Because of No. 11's smile, No. 1 gradually relaxed his tense mentality, and planned to smile back at the other party.But at that moment, Yang spoke.

As soon as Yang spoke, everyone didn't dare to move. Just like the scene before the dean's reprimand, everyone wanted to be an ostrich and retract their head into their necks. Only Zhuang Yan raised his neck and straightened his ears.

No. 1 was so frightened that he hid behind No. 11, only poking out half of his head.

Yang said: "Our classmate No. 1 is very lucky to step into the grid of classmate No. 11. Yang also wants to drink to the fate of your classmates, but." Yang suddenly changed his tone, "A grid is so small, only Let’s accommodate another person, so if the two students don’t want to disappear together, please ask one of them to get out of that grid.”

"If you go out of the grid, you will be eliminated, and after the game rules were repaired just now, there is no way to get out of the grid. Once you get out of the grid..." Everyone can imagine the body that has been flattened like the toe of a shoe.

"Oh, that being said, it's more cost-effective to eliminate one person than two, isn't it?"

Yang Xi laughed three times, but these three laughs made everyone present chill.

Someone asked: "Why didn't you say it before, shouldn't you say all the rules of the game before the start, how can there be a little bit of completion!"

"This classmate is right." Yang smiled, "But, is there any difference?"

The man stopped talking and was taken aback, yes, there is no difference, the points and direction are thrown and rotated by himself, no matter whether this rule is stated in advance or not, it cannot change the reality.

Yang smiled brightly, but the face of No. 11 who had a bright smile before was particularly ugly, and the one who was even uglier than him was No. 1.

"Let's get started, don't waste everyone's time. Although you may be eliminated and disappear in the future, the time you waste may cause everyone to miss the chance to win. Besides..." Yang looked at the two of them. Turning to the huge hourglass in the sky, "Disappearing does not mean going offline, so you don't have to be so nervous."

Some people originally sympathized with what happened to the two, but when they heard that they would not die after disappearing, they began to urge the two to act quickly.

"I...I..." No. 1's face turned pale with fright, so pale that he lost all color, "I'm...afraid..." Two tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

Number 11 turned his head to stare at Number 1's face, clenched his hands into fists, and the veins in his hands collapsed.It seems that in the face of life and death, the word alumni seems insignificant.

Although Yang said that disappearing does not mean going offline, no one dares to bet on where they will go and what they will become after disappearing, so disappearing in their hearts at this moment is equated with going offline.

He took a step forward, turned around and faced No. 1, "Let's make a move. If we don't make a move, we will all be eliminated, but we can keep at least one if we make a move. We..." He took a deep breath, and looked at No. [-] with some embarrassment. The opponent's weak body, "fair competition."

The scythe of the god of death reached their necks, and if they penetrated another inch, they would cut off their vitality.

fair play.

No. 1 gave a wry smile. What's the difference between his body and the opponent's fair competition, and the equivalent of giving up voluntarily.He suddenly resented, resented those who urged him to act quickly, resented those who forced him to do it, resented his own weakness, and resented the great changes in the world.

No one noticed when the miserable smile at the corner of No. 1's mouth turned into a sneer, and no one noticed that there was a cloud of black clouds in his downcast eyes.

The black cloud rolled and spread, like the negative emotions entangled in his heart.

"Do it! Are you wasting our time again, do you want everyone to disappear with you!" While waiting, someone began to curse.

Some people also echoed, "That's right, do it! You can keep one if you do it, do you want both to disappear!"

No. 11 shook his head, he didn't want to disappear, he had just had a good start, how could he be buried here like this.He looked at No. 1 with pity, turned his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to push the person out of the grid. After all, this incident was not his fault. It was No. 1 who came to him, so it was No. 1 who should leave.

But the moment his hand touched No. 1, a tingling sensation shot up from the soles of his feet, and he couldn't move because of the numbness.

How is this going!

Number 11's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, he wanted to ask, but found himself speechless.

At the same time, No. 1 walked up to No. 11, and leaned into No. 11's ear and whispered: "I don't want to disappear either, so I'm sorry, if you want to blame this distorted world and those cynical guys, originally you You can stay for a few more minutes." The moment the voice fell, No. 1 stretched out his hand and pushed No. 11, who was unable to move, out of the grid.

There is no imagined bloody head and feet, and the person disappears the moment he is pushed out of the grid.

Yang whistled and applauded: "Wow! It's so exciting, the weak beat the strong, so whose turn is it next?" Pointing from number 1 to number 2.

No. 2 trembled and touched the turntable tremblingly. He was lucky enough to walk into an empty grid, followed by No. 3, No. 4, No. 5... all the way to No. 23.

During the period, some people walked out of the grid, and some people walked into the grid with people, and all of them disappeared without exception.

After the second round, there were only 10 people left.

Some people are very close to the middle grid, and some people are far away from the middle grid. Some people even walked through the middle grid but couldn't stay.

Yang: "I kindly remind you to pay attention to time and space, otherwise those waiting for you will either fall out of the grid or be forced to disappear and be eliminated."

Running out of time.

Zhuang Yan glanced at the huge funnel in the sky. Since one player disappeared from that funnel, its sand leakage speed has doubled. So far, 23 players have disappeared, and its sand leakage speed has been 23 times faster than before. This means that what he thought was a few hours of game time is now only a few minutes left.

If no one gets to the middle grid to get the red flag in this round, I am afraid that everyone will be forced to disappear and be eliminated in the next round.

"Brother Yan, what should we do?" Si Zhuo felt the tension in the surrounding atmosphere, "We won't hang here!"

Zhuang Yan glanced at Pei Li and replied, "I won't hang up."

Si Zhuo: "Brother Yan, do you have a solution?"

Zhuang Yan: "My face does not allow me to hang up."

Si Zhuo: "..." His face is handsome and reasonable.He looked at his brother Yan's unreliable appearance, and immediately asked Pei Li with a sad face, "Master Pei, you must have a way, if you can't, I..." After a long time, Si Zhuo still didn't want to just do it offline.

Pei Li turned the wheelchair and faced Si Zhuo, "There is only one way."

Si Zhuo brightened his eyes and hurriedly asked, "What way?"

Pei Li adjusted his glasses, and put down his hands as if thinking of something, "Luck. Some of us are very close to the middle position. As long as one of them can turn to that direction and throw that number, he can walk to that grid. But The premise is before the time is up."

"Then what if you can't turn or throw?" Si Zhuo answered stupidly.

Pei Li glanced at Zhuang Yan and said, "Wait. If you believe that his face won't allow you to hang up, you can try to say goodbye."

Zhuang Yan received Pei Li's gaze, and raised a big smile, the kind that showed eight teeth, but unfortunately it looked too stupid, and when Si Zhuowang passed by a second later, the laugh had been replaced by a hooked lip .

Si Zhuo shook his head, worshiping him, brother Yan is worse than worshiping himself, brother Yan's bad temper is well known to everyone!

"Who is the lucky one?" Yang stood in the middle of the grid, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped at Pei Li who was the closest to the grid, "It seems that this student will soon walk to my grid .”

Zhuang Yan snapped his fingers to attract Yang's attention. He said, "Director Yang, you don't seem to have good eyesight. You didn't see that he was in a wheelchair and couldn't walk into your grid." Press down on that word.

Yang suddenly restrained his expression, and Pei Li also looked at Zhuang Yan after hearing the words, his expression was not very good.

Just as Si Zhuo wanted to remind Brother Yan not to commit suicide, Zhuang Yan answered, "He needs me to push him into your grid."

Suddenly, people around laughed.

Some people couldn't help muttering, "Xiu Enai dies quickly."

Si Zhuo silently gave Zhuang Yan a thumbs up, and turned his thumb upside down after seeing Pei Lina's ugly face than before, and quickly hid it in the hem of his clothes.

Yang: "So it's that little flea."

Zhuang Yan: "It's been said that you have bad eyesight and see people as fleas. Does Director Yang need glasses? Can you see what is written on my number plate?"

Yang smiled and said, "What is it? It's 1."

"Why is it 1?" Si Zhuo whispered, "This Yang really has bad eyesight, obviously Brother Yan's number is 10...how did it become 1!" Si Zhuo exclaimed, rubbing his eyes and looking again, still 1.

He looked down to see that his sign was still 8.

Yang: "Then student No. 1, you can spin the turntable and throw the points, just be careful, lest you accidentally step into someone else's territory, and you are not willing to push but get pushed."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked around. He was the only one whose number was changed, but his position happened to be the one that could collide with others no matter which direction he turned or which number he threw.

If he was number 10, everyone would move after they had finished moving to avoid this embarrassment, but he was number 1 now.