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lying on the narrow bed, a little restrained.

He sat up and looked around silently.

This is an old-fashioned student dormitory.
The walls were crooked and dirty, covered with wallpaper of no apparent original colour, filthy dark brown and dirty yellow water stains seeping from below.

In the narrow room, there are four bunk beds, and the rust-red colour peeled off from the iron armrests.

A mirror with a missing corner was attached to the cabinet on the opposite bed.
The surface of the mirror was dirty and had greasy handprints.
In the dim light, only a vague figure could be seen in it.

On the table beside him were piles of messy books, covered with dust.

Wen Jianyan was lying on the bottom bunk of one of the beds.

There was an indescribably strange smell in the air that made it hard to breathe.

In the lower right corner of his line of sight is a translucent light screen.

【Live room 789326qwk】
【Status: On air】
【Online viewers: 3】

The number of online viewers fluctuates between 0 and 3.

No one posted any comments, as if they were just clicking in to watch like a bored audience.

There was no one else in the room beside him.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his long straight eyelashes cast a little shadow on his white face.
There was no emotion on his face, and he seemed to be extremely calm.

He rolled over, got out of bed and then——

He started retching while leaning on the table beside him.

The back of the young man’s shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting, the arm holding the edge of the table exerted force, and the blue veins burst out on the well-defined forearm.

After a long time, he finally stopped.

The mask of ease and calmness at the beginning was shattered and disappeared like melting snow.
The corners of the young man’s eyes were wet and red, and the previously calm and unwavering facial features instantly became fresh and vivid, appearing particularly fragile and helpless in the dirty mirror.

That’s right.

What calmness, what composer…..
It’s all fake!

Wen Jianyan’s inner activities are completely incompatible with the above adjectives.

Any normal person will be frightened when they see the previous scene!

The red colour countdown, a broadcast full of malice, and strange cameras.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene that only appears in a horror novel! Don’t mention how scary it is!

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Not to mention that he is the kind of person who cherishes his life the most!

However, over the years in his career, Wen Jianyan has developed the habit of being impeccable no matter how scared he is in his heart and how much pressure from the outside world.

It is even said that the more desperate he is, the calmer his face becomes.

Otherwise, he would have been put into a cement bucket and drowned in the sea as early as 800 years ago.

Wen Jianyan, a professional fraudster.
On the night after completing the biggest order in his life, after a transnational smuggling group successfully knocked out a huge sum of 2 billion and successfully absconded, he became a new anchor in the horror live broadcast room without any warning.

“…..”

Who else in the world is more unlucky than him?

Wen Jianyan’s facial features crumpled into a mess, suppressing the frustration surging in his heart.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and straightened up.

At this moment, the emotionless voice sounded again:
【In order to improve your live broadcast experience, the live broadcast room will customise a unique novice gift for you according to the quality of the anchor’s soul!!】

In such an infiltrating environment, the mechanical sound this time seemed even more strange.

However, the keywords of “soul quality” and “personal customisation” in this passage immediately made Wen Jianyan feel extraordinary.

He subconsciously let out a slight breath.

Based on years of professional experience, this so-called “novice gift” is likely to play a crucial role in his destiny.

【Ding! The novice gift package has been delivered, does the host want to open it?】

Wen Jianyan calmed down and said, “Open it.”

He saw a flash of light on the screen in front of him, and a colourful gift box popped open automatically.

In the lively sound effect, the gorgeous long silk was automatically torn off, the gift box bounced open with a “bang”, the animation interface disappeared, revealing a ——flower pot.

The earth-grey flower pot and the brown-black soil; it is unremarkable and has no distinctive features.

Other than that, it was empty and nothing else.

Wen Jianyan: “…..”

What?

He poked at the flower pot on the screen incredulously, hoping to find something else.

A line of text popped up.

【Product Name: Apple Seedling】

Wen Jianyan: “…..”

So, this is the gift package that is customized according to the attributes of the soul.
Which is very intimidating to hear, but in reality, it’s just an apple seedling that hasn’t sprouted yet?

What rubbish!

Is this a Newbie gift?

Are you sick!

Wen Jianyan closed the light screen expressionlessly.

He raised his head, subconsciously swept the place where he had just lay with his peripheral vision, and his gaze couldn’t help but pause slightly.

A card lay quietly on the pillow.

The card is thin, about the size of a palm, with straight edges, not paper, but more like metal.

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Wen Jianyan hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

【Identity Card】
Name: Cheng Wei
Age: 16
Occupation: First-year high school student of Decai Middle School
Related Plot: Not unlocked

Wen Jianyan turned the card over.

There is also a line on the back: Initial survival time allocation….

Wen Jianyan: ??

He flipped the card over and over a few times but didn’t find any other information.

That’s it?

Wen Jianyan frowned and raised his head suspiciously.

The moment he looked up, his heart jumped.
The cabinet door on the opposite bed seemed to slide open slightly more than before, and the mirror hanging on it happened to be facing him directly.

Wen Jianyan could clearly see the reflection of his face.
As well as……

Under the bed, he was just lying, was a smiling pale face.
Pure black eyes stared straight at him, and the corners of the lips that were curved upward like a mask gradually widened——

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

His heart was pounding like it was going to pop out from his chest.

——Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

However, in the next second, the blurred face disappeared in the darkness.
Just like an illusion, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The screen, which had been silent for a long time, finally made some noise.
Several comments drifted sporadically.

[He didn’t even make a sound, the anchor’s psychological quality is good.]

[I was frightened.]

Wen Jianyan: “…..”

No, I just had a calm face.
In fact, my legs were already shaking.

He took a deep breath slowly and glanced down at the card in his hand again.
He doesn’t know when the line on the back of the card has changed.

【Survival time allocation completed.】

Below is the blood-red 20-minute countdown.

The number of people watching the live broadcast unknowingly reached double digits.

[Hey, Did I read it right? The survival time of the new anchor is twenty minutes?]

[Laughing, what kind of luck is this hahahahahahahahahaha.]

[Is he the only one here in this batch of newcomers? Less than an hour really is too bad.]

[Hahahahahahahaha, laughing, is this the real hell start?]

[I have never seen the anchor being entangled by ghosts as soon as he wakes up, I’ve learned a lot.]

“…..”

Wen Jianyan stared at the words for twenty minutes and fell into a brief silence.

Really, bad luck.1

T/N: Dé Cái (德才): Virtue and talent