Although 007 now has the face of a superior person, this expression still seems a bit out of place on her face.
At this time, she had slowly pushed the first vote into Gu Mian's ballot box. There seemed to be some automatic scanning device at the voting gate. She only heard the "ding" sound from the ballot box - every time a vote was entered, It will make a sound like this when you print a ticket.
007 looked at the number of votes in Gu Mian's box through the palm-sized voting slot. He couldn't see the specific number. It was roughly estimated that there were three to four hundred votes.
Only the top 50 can advance, and the 50th best person to advance now has 823 votes, and the number of votes is still growing.
Although Gu Mian is like a piece of cake in the eyes of the upper class, and people passing by always vote for him involuntarily, the number of votes is far from enough to support his promotion. He has to do something to attract Only the attention of superior people will do.
As she thought about it, she slowly pushed the other ticket in her hand into the ballot box in front of her. She tried to delay her stay here as long as possible to help Gu Mian think of a solution.
“I can guarantee that if I climb a ladder, when I get to the height where I can fall to death, the ladder will break and I will fall down, or even more simply, the hot air balloon above my head will be directly caused by the Quality issues exploded." In an instant, Gu Mian could foresee two ways of dying.
Climbing a ladder is definitely not possible.
007 whispered: "I don't think it's a good idea to climb the ladder. In fact, even if you don't advance to the top fifty, you can still enter the second and third stages. The crazy building manager gives you the best. I still have extra ID cards, so I can’t advance. If so, you can just pretend to be a superior person and go to the auditorium. "
The method mentioned by 007 is actually the simplest and most trouble-free, so that Gu Mian doesn't have to go through the layers of "auditions" and can use it. Waiting for identity to pass to the final stage.
But if you directly use the identity of a superior person, there will be some instability factors.
In the last stage, the audience is still some distance away from the stage. If the host does the whole thing and hangs Louis far away, only the lower-class contestants can get close to each other. If Gu Mian was in the audience, then when he used [Key No. 108 from the mysterious world], he might not be able to take Louis away because the distance was not enough.
Participating in the competition as a lower class person is the safest way.
007 had already voted at this time, and she stepped out of the way to let Chu Changge vote.
Chu Changge also moved slowly. He voted with one hand and pushed up his glasses with the other hand: "More and more licenses are appearing."
After starting with 1062, the rest of the licenses sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
More and more contestants are landing in hot air balloons, and what awaits them is the "physical test"
It is worth mentioning that no one has been able to successfully hold the permit so far Go to the stage.
Some of the permits were even torn up during the snatching. The contestants were so obsessed with the snatching that they seemed to have forgotten that their purpose was the permit, and all they could think about was the snatching itself.
The venue was noisy, with lower-class people hugging each other in groups and beating each other, while upper-class people were walking through it, watching with satisfaction the performances performed by the lower-class people.
The contestants raised their fists and punched others in a hurry, but no one dared to attack the superiors. The upper-class people walked among the noisy and disorderly crowd with their heads held high, enjoying their special treatment, as if they were the most dazzling white lotus in the world that emerged from the mud and remained unsullied.
In the central square filled with white lotus and silt, someone finally made a killing move - a low-level man took out a sharpened wooden stick that had been prepared long ago from his pocket, and smashed it Stab one's own kind.
The person who was stabbed let out a sharp whine, opened his eyes wide and fell down unwillingly.
Among the group of unarmed contestants was a man who had been well prepared.
1195's body type is already relatively tall among the lower class, and with weapons in hand at this time, no one else is a match.
Out of the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, the lower class people did not fight with No. 1195 who was armed with weapons. Instead, they turned around and jumped into other people who were snatching permits.
Everyone around them dispersed.
1195 bent down and pulled out the permit tightly held in the corpse's hand.
When he bent over, the bones of his lumbar vertebrae made a slight clicking sound. This was the sequelae of his injury when he was fighting for food with others in the residential area. Whenever it rained or bent over, his There will be excruciating pain in the waist, and there will be a slight popping sound at the slightest movement.
This is a huge weakness.
If this weakness is discovered by others, you will never get food that satisfies your stomach again. Others would focus on his vulnerable waist when competing for food, and before long he would be defeated and starve to death.
So he has been guarding this secret carefully and has never shown it in front of others.
Even now. The battle just now inevitably involved moving the waist, and the scene was very chaotic. During this period, someone's fist hit his waist randomly.
That punch made him feel that his waist seemed to be displaced. He seemed to hear a crisp sound coming from his waist, but he was not sure if it was really his waist. the sound made.
But the pain is real.
The severe pain in his waist was unbearable, and bending down to pick up the permit just now made the already serious waist injury worse.
But he didn't show it at all. He only raised his legs slightly stiffly, holding the bloody wooden stick in his hand and walked towards the stage.
Other contestants were afraid of the weapons in his hands, and no one dared to trouble him.
So 1095 came to the host stage smoothly. Before going on stage, he deliberately put the bloody wooden stick back into his pocket, as if he was afraid that it would leave a bad impression on the upper class.
The moment he stepped on the stage, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The danger is really lifted here, and no one will rush up to snatch the permit in his hand.
Thinking of it, he felt that the pain in his waist became lighter.
But what is a "speech"? 1095 is vaguely aware of this concept and knows that this is something that needs to be addressed to many people.
But he didn’t know how to start or how long he should talk.
He was afraid that his appearance would make others dislike him, so he hesitated and fell into a brief confusion.
In fact, his worries were unfounded. When he took out a sharpened stick and stabbed others, the superior people noticed this man.
He was the first person to extend his butcher knife to his kind and kill them.
Compared to him, the fights of other contestants were nothing more than petty fights.
The number of votes for No. 1095 had already begun to rise. The moment he stepped on the stage, his number of votes on the screen just surpassed the original first place, but he knew nothing about it and was still in his heart. Worry about whether you are lovable.
He hesitated for a while before constructing a barely suitable speech in his mind.
He held the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands. There was a patch there, and one corner had been rolled up. There was a slightly rough friction feeling when he touched it.
He smoothed the curled patch three times, and then looked at the patch and said carefully: "No. 1095 is me...I will not let you down, please...vote for me, Thank you..."
During the whole process, he did not raise his head to look at the distinguished people in the audience. He did not dare to look at them, feeling that he was not worthy to look at them.
This was 1095’s first speech in his life, but it ended in just one sentence.
After he finished speaking, Teacher Koro still had a puzzled expression on his face, as if he didn't understand why he didn't continue talking.
Only when he saw 1095 lowering his head nervously did Mr. Koro realize that his "speech" was over.
The speeches of the lower class are really not interesting. Fortunately, I prepared this ladder game and was not stupid enough to just let the lower class line up to give a speech like the two residential areas next door. Teacher Koro felt bored in his heart, but he took the lead in applauding with his hands.
After all, this is his place. Although the speeches of inferior people are boring, he still has to cheer up the atmosphere.
Fortunately, some viewers like to see the submissive expressions of the contestants. 1095’s speech did not disgust the audience. On the contrary, his votes have been rising steadily, almost reaching 1,500 votes. A long way below second place.
Koro-sensei looked at the rankings on the screen with satisfaction, but then he suddenly realized that something was wrong - the ranking of another contestant was jumping up at a strange speed.
At first glance, he was ranked 97th. In the blink of an eye, he gained more than a hundred votes and reached 62nd place!
Each audience member only had two votes. In this situation, more than fifty people had to vote in his ballot box at the same time in the blink of an eye.
Teacher Koros thought there was something wrong with his eyes.
But the next second he realized that it was not because he was dazzled, because the man jumped up again, this time with more than 200 more votes, and squeezed into the top fifty. (End of chapter)