Although 007 now has a gentleman's face, 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 - it would make a sound every time a vote was cast.
Such a sound.
007 looked at the number of votes in Gu Mian's box through the palm-sized voting opening. He couldn't see the specific number. It was roughly estimated that there were three to four hundred votes.
Only the top 50 people can advance, and the top 50 people who advance now have 823 votes, and the number of votes is still growing.
Although Gu Mian was like a piece of cake in the eyes of the upper class, and people passing by could not help but vote for him, but the number of votes was far from enough to support his promotion. He had to do something to attract the attention of the upper class.
OK.
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 reach the height where I can fall to death, the ladder will break and I will fall down, or even worse, the hot air balloon above my head will explode due to quality issues."
In an instant, Gu Mian had foreseen 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. There is still more than the upper class identity card given by the crazy building manager.
, if you can’t advance, 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 does not have to go through layers of "auditions" and can go straight to the final stage using his status as a superior.
But if you directly use the identity of a superior person, there will be some instability factors.
In the last stage, the auditorium is still some distance 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 is in the audience, then
When he used [Key No. 108 from the Mysterious World], it was probably because the distance was not enough to take Louis away.
Participating in the competition as a lower class person is the safest way.
At this time, 007 had already voted, so 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 so far no one has been able to successfully hold a license to go on 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 were only thinking about the snatching itself.
The field was noisy, with low-class people hugging each other in groups and beating each other, while high-class people were walking through it, watching with satisfaction the performances performed by the low-class people.
The contestants raised their fists and punched the same kind in a hurry, but no one dared to attack the superiors. The superiors held their heads high and walked among the noisy and disorderly crowd, enjoying themselves
Special treatment, as if they are the most dazzling white lotus in the world that emerges from the mud and remains unstained.
In the central square filled with white lotus and silt, someone finally made a killing move - a low-class man took out a sharp and sharp wooden stick that had been prepared long ago from his pocket, and stabbed his own kind with it.
The person who was stabbed let out a sharp cry, opened his eyes wide and fell down unwillingly.
Among the group of unarmed contestants was a man who had been well prepared.
With a body size of 1195, he is already relatively tall among the low-class people. Now that he has a weapon in hand, 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, but turned around and jumped into other people who were snatching permits.
Everyone around them dispersed.
1195 bent down and took 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 other people in the residential area. Whenever it rained on cloudy days or when he bent over, his waist would suffer severe pain.
Bear with me, it will make a soft sound if you move it even a little bit.
This is a huge weakness.
If this weakness is discovered by others, he will never get food that satisfies his stomach. Others will focus on his fragile waist when competing with him for food. It won't take long before he will be defeated and starve.
die.
Therefore, he has always guarded this secret carefully and never showed it in front of others.
Even now.
In the battle just now, it was inevitable to move the waist bones, and the scene was very chaotic. During this period, someone's fist hit his waist randomly.
That punch made him feel as if his waist bones were displaced. He seemed to hear a crisp sound coming from his waist, but he was not sure if it was really the sound coming from his waist.
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.
The other contestants were afraid of the weapons in his hands, and no one dared to trouble him.
Therefore, 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 truly lifted here, and no one will rush to snatch the permit from his hand.
Thinking of it, he felt the pain in his waist lessen.
But what is a "speech"? 1095 is vaguely aware of this concept and knows that it is something that requires speaking to many people.
But he didn't know how to start or how long to talk.
He was afraid that his appearance would offend others, so he hesitated and fell into a brief confusion.
In fact, his worries were misplaced. 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 own kind and kill them.
Compared to him, the fights among 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 had no idea and was still worried about whether he was likable.
.
He hesitated for a while before constructing a barely suitable speech script in his mind.
He grasped the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands. There was a patch there, and one corner had been rolled up. When he touched it, there was a slightly rough friction feeling.
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 upper class 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 slightly 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 in embarrassment did Teacher Koro realize that his "lecture" was over.
The speeches given by the lower class were indeed not interesting. Fortunately, I prepared this ladder game and was not stupid enough to just let the lower class people queue up to give speeches like the two residential areas next door. Teacher Koro felt that it was boring in his heart, but he took the lead in applauding with his hands.
.
After all, this was his place. Even though the speeches of the inferior people were boring, he still had to cheer up the atmosphere.
Fortunately, some viewers like to see the submissive expressions on the contestants' faces. 1095's speech did not disgust the audience. On the contrary, his votes have been rising steadily, almost reaching 1,500 votes, leaving the second place one big behind.
part.
Koro-sensei looked at the rankings on the screen with satisfaction, but then he suddenly realized something was wrong - the ranking of another contestant was jumping up at a strange speed.
At first glance, he was ranked 97th, but in the blink of an eye, he gained more than a hundred votes, reaching 62nd place!
Each person in the audience only had two votes. In this situation, more than fifty people voted in his ballot box at the same time in the blink of an eye.
Koro-sensei 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. ()