"Number 78, it's your turn."

No. 78 is a girl, although the word she chose has appeared before, she has firmly remembered the number of pages in her heart, and even during this game time, she has repeated this page count countless times in her mind, and now when asked about her, she is still trembling when she speaks, and her whole body is trembling, especially looking at the blood at Chunlan's feet, she trembles even more.

In the second half of the game, everyone was hungry, especially the players who participated in the game, they had not eaten in the coma after being kidnapped, some people had even been hungry for several days, only last night they ate a meal that was not full, many people were standing and almost couldn't hold on, their legs were shaking, and when the game reached the 60th, the 77th suddenly saw a black eye, fell to the ground, fainted, and the people around tried to wake her up, but she couldn't wake up, when the host looked at the watch, At the end of the countdown, the man in black fired.

Perhaps she died the easiest death, and she didn't feel the slightest fear of death, so she left in her sleep.

Maybe she died the most painfully, maybe the moment she fell into a coma, she began to dream about death incessantly because of the fear of death, countless dreams, but she never woke up, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and she didn't even have a chance to get a hand.

Less than half of the players in the lobby are left, and the game is finally coming to an end.

"Number 100, it's your turn."

Wu Liang was already so hungry that his eyes were full of stars, and he kept staring at the screen, and it would always get dark in front of him from time to time, and he was really worried that he would pass out like No. 77, but he finally survived until now. However, from beginning to end, his word "ode" never appeared once.

Which page to choose? As he pondered this, he couldn't help but think of his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend to be exact. The two met when they were in college, Wu Liang was born in the countryside, and when the school started, the surrounding environment was so strange and novel to him, but he was not in the mood to watch it. He wore a negligent and worn-out T-shirt and jeans, and his father carried a sack with luggage, walking on the way to the dormitory to report, the sack was sewn from a fertilizer bag, attracting the attention of many people, although everyone's eyes were kind, but Wu Liang still felt a hot pain on his face, from the school gate to the dormitory only 200 meters away, it was an extraordinarily long road in his life.

Finally, when he arrived at the dormitory, the father and son signed in at the door, received some personal items such as meal cards and keys, and then found the corresponding dormitory and bed, and laid the bedding, he was a little embarrassed to greet other people in the dormitory or other parents, just lowered his head and was busy, and so was his father. At this time, it was still summer, and the two of them were already sweating after being busy, and the father noticed that there were public toilets and faucets in the corridor, so he didn't use the faucets in the dormitory, but came to the public bathroom, took off his shirt, scrubbed his body with the water from the faucet, and poured a few mouthfuls of water, and Wu Liang did the same.

His father said that he was going to take the car home, and Wu Liang said that there were still 4 or 5 hours before the train was driven, so it was better to go shopping around the school with him, and then eat in the cafeteria before leaving. The school is so big that if you don't ask for directions, you will even get lost, Wu Liang began to adapt to the eyes of the people around him, and he was no longer so shy and blushing, after all, poverty is innate, and he can't change it, or he can't change it temporarily.

The two walked around the school for more than two hours, and finally figured out the location of the canteen, library, gymnasium and teaching building, the father sighed that his son was promising, and his hometown had such a child who was admitted to a key university for so many years, and he was both happy and excited to see his son be able to study in such a good environment in the future, but also with some inevitable guilt.