Chapter 88 - - ’Number One Player, Are You Listening?

Chapter 88: Chapter 87 - ’Number One Player, Are You Listening?Finally, Xiao Xiao couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Wang Zhenzhen... what did you go through? Can you share it with us?"

"It’s just..." Wang Zhenzhen glanced fearfully at the corner of the room, then lowered her voice: "The homeroom teacher asked me to stay after school to talk about my essay, so I went to the office on the second floor, then he, he just took out a knife... I couldn’t fight back at all, he said he wanted to turn me into some kind of art piece, it was really scary..."

Wang Zhenzhen seemed terrified, unable to speak clearly even now, her gaze flickering towards that corner constantly.

Everyone gradually fell silent, with only the faint sound of breathing in the air.

"So... that." Xiao Xiao’s voice rose: "Su Ming’an, we might have got hold of some important clues. It’s not safe to go out now, let’s wait until tomorrow morning and then we can explore the homeroom teacher’s second floor office together, how about it?"

He received no response.

"Number One Player, are you listening?" Xiao Xiao thought the other party disliked the way he addressed him and tried another one, his tone somewhat earnest: "This world seems very tough, and if your goal is to Perfect Pass, maybe we can cooperate, after all, we have both gone through hardships. It wouldn’t hurt to share some clues."

The silence around him deepened.

He clenched his fists, thinking although the other player was formidable, the lack of even a dismissal was a bit too dismissive.

He stood up and walked over: "Number One Player, my skill is healing, and I can also form a Blood Covenant. I have decent combat ability and won’t hold you back. I know you have a low opinion of those who haven’t achieved a Perfect Pass, but some cooperation is necessary, at least it can increase the odds of you achieving a Perfect Pass..."

He stopped speaking.

Soft morning light began to seep through the window, slowly dispelling the darkness with gentle streams of light.

The night time was over.

The figure sitting in the corner started to be tinted with a touch of gold from the morning glow.

A speck of light landed on the lashes above the tightly shut eyelids, revealing a pale and peaceful face in the light of dawn. The boy, with his eyes closed, head tilted, nestled in the corner against the wall, appeared completely unguarded.

...He had fallen asleep.

"You can sleep in this kind of environment," Wang Zhenzhen approached: "... and really can’t be woken up, he sleeps too deeply."

"...Should I be watched while I sleep?"

The person in front’s eyelashes suddenly fluttered, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Su Ming’an looked at the two youngsters, who stared back as if they were observing a giant panda, and stood up from the ground.

"Ah," Wang Zhenzhen immediately stepped back, looking somewhat nervous.

Su Ming’an walked to the door and moved the tables and chairs that were blocking it, then pulled it open with one motion.

"Creak—!"

Large swathes of morning light spilled through the opening, the outside was a suddenly bright morning, and the fresh air rushed in, completely dispelling the moldy and bloody smell in the room.

"—It is now six thirty in the morning, students are requested to reach their classrooms for morning reading before seven o’clock."

The school’s loudspeaker began to ring.

Xiao Xiao coughed a few times, and a moment of sunshine poured in, making him squint from the sting, but even so, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity... he knew he was under the gaze of many eyes.

"Number One Player, my suggestion just now..." Xiao Xiao said tentatively, rubbing his eyes.

"I’ve said it before," Su Ming’an turned his head, "Call me Ming’an."

As soon as he said this, he paused, seemed to remember something, and then added softly, "Never mind... If you don’t like that name, whatever you call me is fine."

Xiao Xiao felt surprisingly honored, knowing Number One Player as he did; the other wasn’t the type to make such... such a "doting"... such a forgiving remark.

... Whatever I call you is fine?

Are you really saying this to me?

Xiao Xiao couldn’t help but glance at the back of his hand, bare without any white Pattern Mark... he was sure the other must have seen, that he wasn’t some so-called "Lighthouse" candidate.

But to have such an attitude towards me...?

"Ming’an," Xiao Xiao scratched his face awkwardly but decided to stick with the original preference and called out the name, "About the request to cooperate..."

"What is your goal? To pass?"

"Well, a Perfect Pass would be nice, but in a world, there can only be one Perfect Pass... That seems to be the case." Xiao Xiao was extremely careful not to stick to the term Perfect Pass, fearing to touch a nerve, and said with extra caution, "The Perfect Pass will surely be yours, I don’t aspire to it, I just... want to survive to the end..."

... He was truly afraid.

In every sense of the word.

After all, it’s natural for a normal person to feel this way when facing someone known to be very strange... He feared the other’s actions and feared even more the millions of eyes cast upon the other.

His every action could be greatly magnified, a too excessive request might get labeled as "moral kidnapping" by so many viewers, and showing even a little cowardice could lead to being looked down upon... He had long wanted to leave this place, even without the help of Number One Player, it didn’t matter; he was just an ordinary Player looking to survive and earn some Points, not a big shot wanting to show off in front of the world or a troublemaker insisting on confrontation.

"... Don’t say that."

Xiao Xiao’s whole body tensed up when he heard the other’s extremely gentle voice.

Su Ming’an’s hand rested lightly on his shoulder. Sёarᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But to Xiao Xiao, the Number One Player just seemed off... According to what he knew from the World Forum, the other was definitely not the kind to speak softly to his kind of Player... let alone touch shoulders.

"I have never denied your value, as a Player, you are brave enough," said Su Ming’an with a smile on his face. Faced with his suddenly gentle smile, Xiao Xiao felt his scalp tingle, and the shoulder that was touched felt scorched, as if by a branding iron, and it was awkward beyond measure.

Upon hearing the other’s words, he thought his hearing was failing or that he had misheard due to staying up all night.

"... Striving for a goal is not wrong, though now we are competitors within the instance, at the forefront of the World, our battle lines are always united..." Su Ming’an continued softly.

His gaze was earnest, his tone sincere, anyone might be fooled by him... but not Xiao Xiao, who felt the resistance in the other as he spoke these words.

... Because the fingers resting on his shoulder were like a steel band, so tightly gripping that it truly hurt.