Don't slag me, it doesn't work

Hearing Su Xingle's sincere confession, Qin Ye responded indifferently and didn't say anything else.

The one who had been working on the psychological construction for a long time was a little dazed, and asked aloud, "That's it?"

Qin Ye was indifferent all over his body, with his center of gravity pressed on one arm, with an air of idle clouds and cranes. He glanced at him, and his words were a little teasing:

"Otherwise what do you want?"

"I thought you wouldn't let this go so easily."

"Then why don't you stretch out your face and let me hit you twice?"

"..."

The standing one stopped and didn't speak again. The person in front of him became fierce with murderous intent in his eyes, and seemed to be meaningless when he stood up, unable to see through or guess.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to waste energy and time, let's go."

Just as Qin Ye was about to get up, Su Xingle held him by the shoulders and pushed him back.

"Wait a moment."

"? What do you really want me to do?"

"...No, I'm not so overwhelmed." Su Xingle said, pointing his gaze at his leg, "Your foot was crushed, and it hasn't healed yet, so you can't walk for now."

Qin Ye thought it was funny, and while anxiously waking him up, at the same time pressed him not to give up, he had a half-smile:

"It's up to me whether I can go or not, get out of the way."

After the last two words, Su Xingle couldn't bear it, subconsciously put away his hand, just happened to Zhu Ziran and the others walked in together from the outside, and pushed something along the way.

"Brother Ye? You're awake, come on, we raised money to prepare it for you, try it?"

Qin Ye looked there and paused.

A brand new wheelchair was pushed in at the door, and there were three people standing behind it, one with a forehead that didn't dare to look up, one obediently standing by the side, and one cheerfully waiting to be praised.

"..."

The one sitting on the edge of the bed was silent for a while:

"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

Curly: "It's no exaggeration, Brother Ye, you are the backbone of our team. Don't talk about wheelchairs, I will bring you all the dragon chairs you want."

Qin Ye raised his chin at the big object: "How much did it cost?"

Zhu Ziran raised his eyes and thought about it: "About forty points, ten points per person, it's worth it."

"Worth a fart." Qin Ye cursed with a smile, and glanced at Qi Ming and Su Xingle one by one, "You two didn't stop you, neither of you counted."

For the insignificant appearance skills in the first store, he really didn't think it was necessary, and he didn't care how many points were awarded, but now the points are different, there are many places where they can be used. .

There is no need to spend forty to get such a hindrance.

Qi Ming and Su Xingle looked at each other, it was rare for them to be on the united front.

"I know, I don't think it's a loss." Su Xingle replied in a low voice, "You hurt a bone a little, it's safer to sit, and it's uncomfortable to stand."

Qi Ming answered: "Everyone just loves you and wants you to relax."

Qin Ye, who hadn't planned to touch that thing before, glanced at them after hearing this, turned his head away and didn't say anything else, he walked over slowly and sat up, retracted his stubborn opinions, and asked with a loose hand:

"Can you go now?"

Although the words just now sounded awkward to him and he didn't feel used to them, and he wasn't too worried about the fact that this group of people couldn't tell the truth from the false, but since the points had been wasted and everyone was staring at him, he simply went with the flow their wish.

Curly was stunned for a moment, happily pushed the wheelchair and went straight out.

"Let's go, Master Qin, please sit down."

Qin Ye just took two steps, and found that his legs and feet were not very smooth for a while, but even so, he was still not very happy to sit there and be pushed around like a useless person, and there was no expression on his face.

The few who followed were quite satisfied.

So the whole scene looks like "the disabled boss and his younger brother" go out to work together.

When we got to the game preparation, the players who were waiting were still complaining.

"How long has it been, do you have to get stuck and start?"

"After a while, the countdown is over and these few have not arrived, and we have to wait for new players to match in. Is it annoying? Quit if you don't want to play, wasting other people's time."

"If you are cowardly, don't come. What the hell are you doing if you take up the seat and don't open it?"

……

When Qin Ye and the others appeared, those who complained first stopped, and then the soft-spoken words slipped out. They seemed to see a joke, and their faces were full of sarcasm.

"It turned out that there was someone in a wheelchair, no wonder it was so slow."

"Is this funny? If you have bad legs and feet, just stay at home. What are you doing here? Don't you think life is not exciting enough?"

"Damn it, it's a good thing it's not a team game. Otherwise, if there is such a laggard, let alone escape, I will commit suicide on the spot."

……

Those people kept ridiculing, and when Zhu Ziran approached and heard a little bit, he was so angry that he couldn't hold it back. He was about to go up and scold a few words when he was stopped by Qi Ming.

"What do you have to do with a thing like them that can't live for 10 minutes?"

Someone who was close probably heard it, and said, "I think you cripples who are pushing can't survive 10 minutes."

Qi Ming paused, and without a word, he brushed aside his curly hair and raised his hand to punch the man.

Xiao Zhu:?what did you just say.

Qi Ming and the one being beaten pushed and shoved for a while, as if they were saying something, then the one who received the punch stopped suddenly, walked to the corner and squatted down without moving.

In fact, Qi Ming looked at the Qingjun type, he didn't seem like someone who could do it. After this unpleasant episode, he shook his hands and walked back. Qin Ye looked at him with a smile, and returned what he just said:

"What do you have to do with a thing like them that can't live for 10 minutes?"

Obviously the same lines, but different people have a different feeling when they say them.

Qi Ming raised his eyes and lowered them, and said:

"If you can't listen to it, let alone 10 minutes, I told him not to live for 1 minute, and leave at the beginning."

Su Xingle looked at the autistic one in the distance, and asked, "What happened to him?"

Qi Ming glanced back, took out something from his pocket with the other hand, and put the short chain down: "Hypnotize him, and he will quit the game after a while. This kind of person should go home and learn to shut up first." .”

"...you still know this?"

"When Qin Ye couldn't sleep well, didn't I say that I was good at helping him? Or that sentence, don't think that you are the only one who knows how to order."

Curly looked at Qi Ming there, and added in a low voice:

"Qi Ming, to be honest, you didn't sound nice at first, but now that you think about it, it's kind of brother Ye not to beat you."

Qi Ming: "...you are right."

Qin Ye saw them arguing happily, and Xiao Bai looked curious:

"Can a person be hypnotized to like another person?"

"It depends on the situation, but I didn't miss the last level."

"Then why didn't you use it in the first place?"

"I didn't have time, and I won't be interested in the future." The only one who was interested didn't have the guts to use it.

He glanced at Qin Ye intentionally or unintentionally. The others were all very interested, but Qin Ye lowered his eyes and didn't pay him much attention.

The other side of the game finally started, 30 people a game, everyone went inside, Su Xingle looked back, the autistic player who was hypnotized just did not stay for a full minute.

The surrounding environment is the same as the room Qin Ye stayed in before. It is completely white, the game prompts are placed on the top, and there are two rows of large cabinets on both sides, which are divided into many small cabinets, like drawers. There are nine number buttons on the grid of each small cabinet. .

The rules are very simple. There are all kinds of difficult mathematical problems in the cabinet. If you solve ten problems in half an hour, you can go straight to the third floor of the laboratory building. When the time is up, the place will collapse and clean up to welcome the next batch of players.

If you don't leave until the collapse, or make more than three wrong questions, you will be kicked out of the game directly.

Qin Ye and the others are different from the players here. They wear a five-day timer. Qin Ye has already slept through the first two days, and if they can't make it through the remaining three days, they have to start from the beginning.So logically speaking, they should speed up and forcefully improve efficiency.

But because there were wheelchairs, they walked at the end, unhurriedly, like a tourist team coming to wander around to see the scenery.

From another perspective, they are different from the players here.

The main purpose of these players is to survive, and their main purpose is to attack.

But no matter what, the pass still has to be broken.

The cabinets on both sides had been turned upside down, and many answer sheets inside were scattered on the floor. They didn't have any calculation tools, and they didn't provide manuscript paper or pens.

Xiao Zhu picked up one from the small cabinet next to it and glanced at it. Grandpa on the subway looked at his phone. jpg.

"Although I can't understand the question, I know what the intention of the questioner is. He wants me to die."

Su Xingle had already started working on it, and Qi Ming also picked a question to read.

They arrived late, and some of the simpler ones were already taken away by other players, and the rest were either nightmare level or hell level.

Qu Xiaobai: "...Should we exchange the points for some paper and pens? My mental arithmetic skills are negative. Let alone ten questions in half an hour, I can't solve even half of them."

Qin Ye in the wheelchair looked as calm as ever, he took out the card in Zhu Ziran's hand, glanced at it, and answered almost instantly: "23."

"...? Brother Ye, do you have any calculations? It's still a lie."

"It doesn't count."

"……and you?"

"You go and try."

As a qualified fanboy, Zhu Ziran obviously didn't intend to refuse Qin Ye's clear instructions. His palms were full of sweat, he put the card in the cabinet, closed the door, and entered "23". After all, he made three mistakes. I have to say goodbye, and it would be a lie to say that I am not nervous.

Fortunately, the cabinet door locked with a "click" in the next second, and then a number "1" appeared on the back of the curly hand.

"? Damn, it seems right, brother Ye, you are a god."

Qin Ye didn't answer, he had already retreated to the side of the first row of cabinets, took out the cards one by one, stacked them up and down in order, and began to report the answers as if counting, one question per second, and handed it to Xiao Bai who was standing beside him.

Within a few minutes, the number in the little girl's hand reached 10.

Curly looked and leaned over to stare.

"...Brother, take me with you."

The guys who were gossiping there earlier looked back, their eyes full of disbelief.

"? Fuck, someone reached question 10."

"The handsome guy in the wheelchair has done several tricks in a row. Does this brain really exist?"

"It only takes a few seconds to look at the question and add the answer... Fuck, is this a fucking jerk?"

The author has something to say: Rang Rang, Brother Ye is about to start pretending.