Sorry, But I Never Rely On Luck When Playing Cards

Chapter 483: Chapter 175: A Special Kind of Type_3

[Come on, who still sees giant mosquitoes in the city nowadays?]

[And we don’t specifically eat insects anymore, all right?]

This "Frog Star Road" show tortures these vegetarian frogs in various ways, which keeps the audience looking forward to it.

"In the following days, to facilitate ’hunting,’ you will be paired up in groups of two, Ribbit."

At Frog PD’s words, Ree Shil and others subconsciously moved a few steps away from Slame.

There doesn’t seem to be elimination in this Instance, but there are eliminations in the show’s segments.

If they were put in a group with a professional eliminator like him, wouldn’t they be the easiest to be eliminated?

"For fairness, we’ll draw lots for grouping."

Frog PD said, taking out a draw tube.

"There are six slips here, the bottom of which comes in three colors."

"Those who draw the same color are grouped together."

"Ribbit."

"Let me go first, Grass!"

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Straw Man immediately drew first.

He got blue.

(Blue...)

Ree Shil took note of this color in his heart.

If he could team up with him, that would be ideal.

Clearly, Straw Man was the best candidate for teaming up.

Strong, simple-minded, easy to command, and easy to manipulate.

"I got blue too, Mushroom Rod!"

As it turned out, the second draw was Mossy Mushroom, who immediately got blue and looked disgusted.

"It’s you again, Grass!"

Straw Man didn’t want to be in a group with him either.

Later, Slame got green, and Andrew Hill got pink.

So, Ree Shil and Grace Spring would have to be in a group with either of them.

"You go first."

Ree Shil looked at her warily.

"No, no, you go first."

Grace Spring was also cautious.

"Then rock-paper-scissors."

"Alright, rock-paper-scissors! Haha! I win!"

"? I did scissors, you did paper. How can you say you won?"

"Where I come from, stretching out five fingers means rock!"

"Fine, since you won, you draw first."

"Haha, all right...huh?!"

It wasn’t until Grace Spring touched the slip that she realized they were supposed to argue over who would draw last.

The result of the draw allowed Ree Shil to breathe a sigh of relief; Grace Spring drew the green slip. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Please guide me, Bub Bub Bub!"

He was paired with Slame.

As for Ree Shil, he was once again teamed up with Andrew Hill.

"It could be worse; you are more reliable than Slame."

Ree Shil looked at Andrew Hill coming over, relieved.

"What do you mean ’could be worse’?"

Andrew Hill raised a sign.

"All right, everyone, you can now act freely for the next 24 hours."

"Even leaving this city is allowed."

"Now I declare, the recording officially begins."

"Ribbit!"

Frog PD’s words once again provoked a barrage of comments.

[Hahahaha, what do you mean ’even leaving this city is allowed’?]

[Could you take a plane with a Citizen Card?]

[This glasses-wearing frog always gets on my nerves when he talks]

In this atmosphere, Ree Shil and the others gradually got into the swing of things as well.

Just treat it like playing an outdoor reality game for a chance to draw cards.

So after the three groups of people looked at each other warily, they quickly dispersed to discuss their strategy.

Ree Shil and Grace Spring’s teams left the TV station.

Straw Man and Mossy Mushroom’s team went back to the resting room.

"Hahaha, nothing beats the air-conditioned resting room."

Mossy Mushroom returned to the resting room and jumped directly onto the sofa.

[This mushroom frog is so cute]

[I’m most optimistic about their team, I heard that Grass Frog is a newly retired athlete]

[That’s right, if anyone can really hunt a small animal, it should be Grass Frog]

[Why eat small animals, they are so cute~]

Barrages of comments were passing through the live-stream camera for their team.

Under the influence of the Instance’s power, the six of them had their own backgrounds, which were announced online in advance for the audience to browse through.

Mossy Mushroom is a dwarfism sufferer but an upbeat and optimistic manic patient.

Straw Man is a former athlete who has participated in an international Ironman Eighteen competition and won a place.

"I’m so hungry, grass."

Following Mossy Mushroom’s actions, Straw Man dove into the sofa as well.

"Don’t want to move, don’t want to move, grass!"

Feeling like his blood sugar level was about to drop, he turned over on the sofa to find a more comfortable position.

"Come to think of it..."

"If everyone’s calorie intake ends up being negative in the end, how do we determine the winner?" freeweɓnøvel.com

At this point, Mossy Mushroom thought about it and looked at their accompanying producer.

"Um."

After a few seconds of pause, the accompanying producer said: "The program crew has already recorded your initial total calorie count inside your bodies."

"If all three teams have negative calories, the team that consumes the least calories wins."

"Ribbit."

This question was actually anticipated by the program crew.

"That’s it!"

Mossy Mushroom snapped: "I estimate that the final calorie intake for this day would not even consume as much as going out and wandering around."

"So, what’s the point of going out? Let’s just stay here and be the team that consumes the least."

"Cute Mushroom!"

"Good point, that’s right, sleep time, grass!"

As expected, Straw Man had no opinion of his own. Hearing this, he immediately agreed.

"Don’t talk, conserve energy."

"No problem, grass."

Such a decision directly sparked a barrage of comments.

[Hahaha, others participate in the show to become reality show stars, are you guys here to perform a dying art?]

[By the time the edited footage comes out, they probably won’t have much screen time]

[This mushroom frog and grass frog are so interesting, and don’t you think the grass frog has a special charm?]

In the following days, Mossy Mushroom and Straw Man really just stayed in place and slept quietly on the sofa.

Soon, the snoring of a mushroom and grass echoed in the resting room.

Some viewers found this quite refreshing, a live show just for sleeping.

Some viewers found it boring and switched to other teams’ channels.

Outside the TV station’s bus stop, Ree Shil was studying the bus route sign.

If he really needed to find food, he figured he’d have to go to a park or riverside or some place with a natural environment.

"Hey, do you want to form an alliance?"

At this time, Grace Spring walked up.

"Yeah, let’s ally, Master!"

Slame agreed with the suggestion.

"No thanks."

Ree Shil looked at the pair and shook his head in rejection.

"Why not?"

"Because, long live the tribe!"

He pulled a joke nobody could understand.

Actually, the real reason was that there wasn’t much point in forming an alliance in a contest between teams.

"Fine, we’ll go ahead."

Seeing their proposal rejected, Grace Spring took Slame and got on the public bus.

They had already chosen their destination earlier.

Afterward, Ree Shil and Andrew Hill watched them get on the bus with the accompanying program crew and leave.

Until they reached the red traffic light at the corner...

Boom!

A car accident happened.

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