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Chapter 842: Chapter 806: Gu Tixia Punches and Kills Guanxi

"No big deal." Chu Changge glanced around, seeing that all the contestants who could come down from the ladder had already descended, heading angrily toward Gu Mian and Mr. Green’s direction.

Some of these people didn’t even make it to the top one hundred and didn’t know if their votes had been taken by Gu Mian.

They simply understood that they couldn’t advance, harboring resentment in their hearts, and coincidentally, Gu Mian and Mr. Green were caught in the crossfire, allowing these people to vent their anger on them effortlessly.

A small group of clever individuals quickly adapted, imitating Gu Mian by secretly stealing votes from other voting boxes and putting them into their own.

Unlike Gu Mian, these people showed no restraint when taking votes. They wished to scour every vote from the box, leaving their fingernails to scrape lines across the bottom.

Seeing this, the contestants who were on the leaderboard hurriedly turned back to guard their own voting boxes.

was the first to return to his voting box.

Gu Mian had taken a small portion of his votes, but the remaining votes were enough to keep him ranked around thirtieth.

The pain in his waist made every step excruciating for him, and knowing he didn’t have the strength to chase after Gu Mian, he immediately returned to his voting box to protect it.

Although some who chased after Gu Mian went back to guard their voting boxes, there were still quite a few people left.

Over there, Teacher Slaughter was also striding over aggressively.

"Now we can only try to buy Gu Mian some time." 007 glanced at the pocket watch hanging around his neck. It was now 11:25 AM, and all residential district programs would end promptly at noon, with the advancement rankings becoming final then.

The Upper Class People wouldn’t care if Gu Mian’s first-place win was obtained through cheating.

In fact, among the Upper Class People, only Teacher Slaughter was furious; the other spectators found it very entertaining, thinking Gu Mian’s actions added a lot of fun to the show.

Some Upper Class People even chased after Gu Mian, wanting to vote for him.

"In any case, we can’t let them catch up to Gu Mian," 007 sighed, pulling a pink Easter egg out of his pocket. "Fortunately, we still have a way to clean up after him."

[Princess Atmosphere Creation Egg]

[Introduction: Still lamenting that the scenery around you in selfies doesn’t match your stunning beauty? Struggling to create a dreamy atmosphere? This egg will solve all your woes!]

[Function: Smash the egg, and within a 500-meter radius of the break point, a princess dreamy-style pink fog will form. Even if you’re at a dump, you won’t have to worry about the photo’s background; the mist will completely cover everything.]

This was something they requested from the Crazy Tower Chief.

Before coming here, 007 and Chu Changge had anticipated the possibility of Gu Mian’s identity being exposed, needing to cover his escape.

For this reason, they borrowed some special items from the Crazy Tower Chief to help conceal a person’s form.

Though they said "borrow," the Crazy Tower Chief knew that once lent out, the items were gone for good, so he gave some relatively useless items.

This [Princess Atmosphere Creation Egg] was one of them.

It was meant for creating an atmospheric feel when taking photos; even if the mist could obscure things, it only worked on ordinary people’s vision and was useless against ghosts, so it couldn’t be used in the instance.

But it came in handy here.

007, seeing no one paying attention to him, discreetly smashed the egg on the ground.

The pink mist immediately surged out from the broken egg, enveloping this area in an instant.

Gu Mian and Mr. Green were instantly swept into the pink mist of a princess atmosphere.

Mr. Green’s vision was completely obstructed by the pink fog. He coughed twice, horrified to find that he couldn’t see anything but pink.

"Am I blind?" he instinctively stood still, puzzled as to why a blind person’s vision would be pink.

As he stood there dazedly, a hand suddenly reached out from the pinkness, grabbing his collar.

He recognized it as Gu Mian’s hand.

Then followed the arm, the shoulder, the face, until finally Gu Mian’s entire figure emerged in front of Mr. Green, still holding a semi-visible voting box.

Only then did Mr. Green realize he wasn’t blind; the pink was just mist, so thick that he could only see things that were very close.

Nervously, he grabbed Gu Mian’s sleeve, looking around, "What’s happening!"

"Chu Changge and 007 used special items to cover us," Gu Mian explained knowingly.

They had told him about coercing special items from the Crazy Tower Chief, and seeing the current situation, it was clear they had put these special items to use.

The contestants didn’t know what this pink mist was and stood still in their places, bewildered, not sure what to do except stare at the fog.

The Upper Class People were also confused.

Someone in the audience suddenly stood up.

"What’s going on? What’s this pink stuff?"

"Can’t see anything a bit further away. Is this part of the show?"

"Where’s the host? Why isn’t the host speaking?"

The host was now in Gu Mian’s hands.

Before the pink mist appeared, Teacher Slaughter was the closest to Gu Mian.

After the pink mist appeared, he lost his sense of direction and stumbled, bumping into someone shortly after.

Before he could look up, he was punched on the forehead, causing stars to explode in his vision and making him sway.

It was only after Gu Mian punched Teacher Slaughter in the head that he remembered he was in disguise and didn’t need to worry about being recognized.

Seeing Teacher Slaughter’s familiar face just now, Gu Mian had reacted without thought, immediately going on the offensive.

Having already struck, he definitely couldn’t let Teacher Slaughter see him now, as being accused of "harming an Upper Class Person" was no small matter, potentially affecting his participation in the next two phases of the variety show. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Before the other party could react, Gu Mian quickly pulled a Doggie Doll from the guitar bag and stuffed it in Teacher Slaughter’s mouth to prevent him from speaking. Then, tearing off Mr. Green’s coat, wrapped it completely over Teacher Slaughter’s head, hoisting him up toward a less crowded area because he couldn’t be seen holding a host captive.

Even though Teacher Slaughter’s head was wrapped, his flamboyant pink shirt was still very conspicuous.

Gu Mian couldn’t exactly take off his pink shirt too; carrying a person walking around without clothes would attract just as much attention.

Soon, Teacher Slaughter began to struggle in his hands.

"Let... me go..." With the Doggie Doll in his mouth, he could only make muffled sounds, mixed with a few profanities, "You... northerner lower-class... so daring..."

Although the Doggie Doll restrained Teacher Slaughter’s speech, when he said "lower-class," those words came out very clearly.

When Teacher Slaughter bumped into Gu Mian, he saw the hand hanging by his side and recognized him as a lower-class by his skin color.

Just as he was about to express disdain, the lower-class was quicker on the draw, delivering a punch that left him dizzy.

Even now, Teacher Slaughter felt like he was dreaming.

I was hit by a lower-class person?