Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Without changing expression, Qin Genan held out her mangled right hand to Song Zhu, flesh torn open badly enough to expose bone, then raised her left hand and fired a precise shot. “Who says I can only use my right hand… Holy shit, I’m out of bullets! Wang, hurry up and fly me!!”
Ning Shuo lightly grabbed the panicking Qin Genan and the completely calm Song Zhu, calm from the tips of his hair to his toes, and flew them upstairs. Then he lightly floated back down again, his retreating figure practically spelling out “masterly bearing.”
Song Zhu offered a sharp review. “He’s putting on airs again.”
Now that his body had fully recovered, Ning Shuo carried himself with the kind of momentum that said gods would die if gods blocked him and buddhas would fall if buddhas stood in his way. And after recovering his memories, he felt like it had been ages since he’d felt this good.
Fighting back-to-back with Ning Wang downstairs, he cut down the little zombies one by one. “Knight! Your King has come to aid you!”
Ning Wang, whose aura had at least been somewhat compatible with grim slaughter a moment ago, immediately changed expression. As he stabbed zombies, he said shyly, “King, this subject shall support you.”
The audience trapped in the Central Zone, unable to get out and only able to watch the live broadcast trembling, had just one reaction: lol.
“They really love acting.”
“Willow already loves acting, and even though Z is usually cold and distant, after dating him for long enough he’s started getting weird too. No need to even mention Nan-ge, she’s straight-up insane, and the two new additions speak for themselves: not only do they act, they talk normal people into acting with them too.”
“Looking at it that way, the two most normal people on their team didn’t even make it to the finals.”
“Don’t say that about King. King’s obviously really interesting, and Knight is too.”
“…?? Who even are you upstairs?”
“Well then, here’s firsthand testimony from someone who got completely talked into it.”
“Hey, you up there who got talked into it, you’d better be shitposting.”
“Not gonna lie, watching them act took me from nervously and sadly watching the stream to happily eating dinner while I watch. They’re weirdly good mealtime entertainment. They’ll get us out, right?”
“Of course they will. Didn’t you watch Zone A’s stream earlier?”
“Haven’t switched over yet, but the vibe over in Zone A is pretty bizarre too.”
“King will definitely lead us out!!”
“Rex and Ning Banxian are friends in real life, but compared to Ning Banxian, Rex somehow feels pretty normal.”
In the Main God Space, several screens floated before the Main God, with Ning Shuo’s group on one and the Live Stream Room comments on another being the main focus.
Ning Shuo had recovered his memories, but the Main God didn’t care. That possibility had always been part of its calculations.
They were inside the Script now. There was nothing they could do. Even if they had a chance of taking first place, the moment they left the Script and arrived in the Main God Space, they still wouldn’t have time to do anything.
The Main God stared at the audience comments. When it saw the line “King will definitely lead us out!!” it smiled with an unreadable expression.
Idiots.
With a casual tap, it pulled up the Player who had left that comment: Qi Yang, the Player who could do nothing except have absurdly good luck, and one of the earliest Players to cross paths with Ning Shuo’s group.
The Main God curled its lips.
Whether your King can even survive is still up in the air.
After all, I deliberately marked both of those people as Murderers.
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By the time they had cleared out all the zombies in the area, the group was completely spent. Panting, Ning Shuo looked at the huge bags of crystal cores and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Knight, come quickly and let your King lean on you.”
He hadn’t exercised in far too long. Ning Wang was visibly in much better shape than he was, and seeing how exhausted he’d become, Ning Wang moved over while wearing a troubled expression, clearly prioritizing his own comfort above all else. “King, you really do need to exercise. Before we entered the Script, back in the hotel room, you also got tired very quickly…”
With his mouth covered, Ning Shuo looked at the crowd of onlookers enjoying the show and smilingly pulled the conversation back on track. “This many crystal cores should be enough. Let’s head back. Ningning looks like he still has plenty of stamina, so you drive.”
“…” Ning Wang, who had originally planned to secretly hold hands in the back seat, let out a soft, aggrieved little, “Mmgh.”
They returned to the base beneath the rosy light of sunrise, only to have someone come looking for trouble the moment they got back.
An NPC angrily rushed over and swung a slap at Ning Shuo. “Ning Banxian, how can you be this useless?!”
Ning Shuo dodged neatly, grabbed the man’s hand, and flung it back into his own face. A crisp smack rang out. The NPC stared at him in shock. “You actually dare hit me?!”
What kind of braindead line was that?
The NPC kept going. “What are you, anyway? You’re just a drag on a field ops squad. How dare you hit me?!”
Ning Shuo glanced at the sunrise, then at the NPC, who was already dressed with perfect neatness. Confused, he asked, “And what kind of overworked beast are you? It’s five in the morning and you’re already up, with a full face of makeup too?”
There were barely any people around the base at this hour to begin with. Judging from how idle this person looked, it was like he’d specifically come to block their way.
And in full makeup, no less.
Ning Shuo thought back to just now, when they had returned and this person had hurried over, throwing Ning Wang a meaningful glance now and then. In a low voice, he said, “Looks like one of your romantic prospects.”
Ning Wang, who had been enjoying watching his brother beat someone up, immediately pulled a long face. “Make that a rotten one.”
The rotten romantic prospect himself obviously lacked that kind of self-awareness. He saw that Ning Shuo was not only as arrogant as ever, but had also secretly shot Ning Wang a look and whispered something to him.
Ning Wang was visibly unhappy, and it seemed to be directed at Ning Shuo.
The NPC immediately perked up. Just as he was about to keep sneering at Ning Shuo, he saw Ning Shuo take Ning Wang’s hand. The one being held looked like he wanted to shake him off, but was worried that doing so would send him tumbling to the ground, so he could only endure it with a sullen expression.
The more annoyed the latter looked, the happier the former became. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous~ because I get to go on missions with the Captain and you don’t~”
Ning Wang, who was ostensibly trying to shake him off but was actually still holding on to his dear brother’s hand, heard the syrupy lilt packed into those last three words and nearly did fling his hand away for real.
Those three little tildes had way too much Ning Shuo packed into them.
The NPC put on a wounded expression and looked at Ning Wang expectantly, hoping he would speak up for him.
But Ning Wang avoided his gaze and deliberately stared at his own hand with feigned impatience, telling Ning Shuo to let go.
Ning Shuo refused, fully committing to his “hopelessly in love with the Captain” persona. “Captain, my injuries still aren’t fully healed. If you forcefully shake me off, my wounds might split open and I could die just like that. But of course, if Captain is willing to harm an innocent life, then I’m willing to offer up my life for Captain!”
Anyone who didn’t know better would think he meant offering up his body instead.
The teammates beside them were laughing so hard they could barely stand it. Rao Lin quickly handed several bags of crystal cores from the car to the NPC for counting. As they split up, Qin Genan draped an arm over Ning Wang’s shoulder. “Our team only has one Banxian, and now he’s even offered himself up to you. You’d better take good care of him.”
Ning Wang said, “I’ll do my best not to take care of him to death.”
That was what he said, but under the gaze of everyone at the base, Ning Shuo shamelessly tagged along with Ning Wang all the way to his room, while Ning Wang wore a face full of disgust and secretly curled his hand back around Ning Shuo’s.
The moment the door shut, Ning Shuo immediately let go, only for Ning Wang to yank him back with force. Looking straight at Ning Shuo, he said, “King, what are you running for?”