If The Real World Is Suddenly Gamified

Night has fallen.

On the playground of Nanxuan University and the stage of the art performance, there are still colorful lights shining.

Just as all the students present were looking forward to the hot dance of the girls in short skirts,

The sudden torrential rain turned the playground into a pot of stewed porridge.

"Damn it, it's raining!"

"Did you come out with an umbrella, brother? Let me rub it!"

"It's really beeping the dog. We do this at critical moments. Why doesn't it rain heavily when we are standing in a military posture?"

"Stop talking, run away!"

"Are you really going to run... The instructor hasn't spoken yet, I'm afraid..."

...

The audience rioted, and the scene was chaotic.

However,

Chen Yilang's focus was not on the disturbance outside at all.

what he cares about,

It was the girl who was still in the spotlight.

in heavy rain,

The group of girls in short skirts also became a little noisy.

But Xia Ling is completely like the one who stays out of the matter.

She looked up at the sky in a daze, and her eyes, which were as clean as a deer, were filled with great confusion.

She really didn't understand it.

This in the end is why?

Why does everything seem to be so unsatisfactory since going to college?

Xia Ling couldn't figure it out, but felt his little head hurt and buzzing.

For today's performance, they really rehearsed in private for a long time in silence.

During the period of military training, after the dismissal at ten o'clock every night, they had to practice for two hours by themselves.

Without lights, they practiced dancing by the side of Biyun Lake with the light reflected by the moonlight on the lake.

Every time I returned to the dormitory late at night, I dragged a tired body.

As the lead dancer, Xia Ling was really relieved to see that his teammates were rehearsing seriously without any complaints.

They have worked hard for so long, for this has always been such a day.

but why,

Just when she was on stage, God made a joke on her?

ten minutes.

Even if you give her another ten minutes, that's fine...

At least, let her and her little friends finish this dance seriously...

Even if it's not particularly perfect, at least it's a complete period, isn't it?

But now...

Xia Ling tilted his head unconsciously, looking at the heavy rain in front of him, the expression on his face became more and more calm.

Chen Yilang, who was standing in the background, watched all of this silently.

【Ding! 】

[[Curse] status has had a strong negative impact on [npc Xia Ling]! 】

[[npc Xia Ling] is generating a lot of [negative emotions]! 】

The chubby [lv9 bad luck monster] seemed to become happier after seeing this scene.

He waved the fork in his hand more greedily, frantically snatching the [positive emotions] in Xia Ling's body.

And Xia Ling's life value,

It was also falling at a speed visible to Chen Yilang's naked eyes.

Do not know why,

this moment,

A thought popped up in Chen Yilang's mind for no reason.

He felt that it was necessary for him to give this girl a hand.

or……

Change to a better word.

--save.

It's not a system prompt, or a task or something like that.

It's not for prestige points, or any other game props.

Chen Yilang was really innocent, he just wanted to give her a hand.

As for why, I really don't know.

Probably Xia Ling's disappointed expression, it's really not pretty.

At least Chen Yilang thinks.

As a girl with dimples...

Maybe it looks better when he smiles.

Um.

That's all.

...

Right now,

Not only did the students in the audience become a mess,

Even the faces of the leaders sitting at the front became a little unsightly.

Of course,

The worst and most difficult situation was naturally the student union responsible for planning the party.

——Lu Wenyang was so anxious that he almost burst.

The performance was only halfway through, and many of the most important programs were still behind the schedule and had no time to go on stage.

But now that it's raining so hard, we can't let everyone sit down and get wet all the time, right?

Romance is quite romantic, but it takes a bit of cold medicine...

"Damn it, it's all fucked up!"

Lu Wenyang broke down a bit, and complained loudly, "If something like this happens, the school will definitely scold us bloody!" "

"Let's not talk about funding in the future, it's hard to say whether our Ministry of Literature and Art can continue to do so!"

The other hosts looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to speak.

In fact, long before this, someone had reminded Lu Wenyang about the weather, but the latter didn't care about it, nor did he listen to anyone's opinion.

"I told the school a long time ago that the art show should be held indoors, but they just didn't listen!"

Lu Wenyang chattered authentically, "Contact the school leader immediately and tell me to cancel the party!"

"Is it really canceled like this?" Pan Qi asked in a low voice.

"Then what else can I do?" Lu Wenyang cursed, "Call God and tell him to stop the rain?"

Everyone was completely silent.

After all, Lu Wenyang was right.

At present, there is really no other way to deal with this situation other than canceling the party.

This is the worst way, but also the only way.

Just when everyone fell into silence at the same place,

A voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Excuse me, I want to say something."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and followed the prestige one after another.

Only then did I realize that the person who spoke was actually that freshman named Chen Yilang.

"As a competent host,"

"When the stage encounters an unexpected situation,"

"The first thing that needs to be done,"

"Shouldn't you go to the stage to save the field first?"

Chen Yilang said calmly.

between talking,

His usually listless eyes,

He also slowly looked at Lu Wenyang who was standing in the middle of the crowd.

"..." Lu Wenyang froze in place.

What's the meaning?

He didn't quite understand what Chen Yilang said.

So this kid...

Are you teaching him how to do things?

What a fucking laugh!

At that moment, Lu Wenyang couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed directly:

"Student, I didn't misunderstand what you meant, did I?"

"You mean, at this time, we should go to the stage to save the field?"

Lu Wenyang's usual warm smile no longer exists, and now his face is full of indifference and disdain:

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

"Even if you invite the Heavenly King Lao Tzu over today, the rain won't stop!"

...

【Ding! 】

[You used [understatement] to shoot down the equipment of [lv9 Smiling Tiger]! 】

[Smiley Tiger drops equipment: Mask! 】

[Is it picked up? 】

【Ding! 】

[You have obtained equipment: mask! 】

...

The surrounding hosts and behind-the-scenes staff were all attracted by the movement from the two of them.

Everyone looked around curiously, wanting to see what kind of reaction this blood drop that seemed to be acting unusually would have.

But Chen Yilang's mood didn't seem to fluctuate much.

Chen Yilang just smiled faintly, shrugged helplessly, then looked directly at Lu Wenyang, and said in a calm tone:

"There's no need to be so extreme, really."

"Also, there's no need to bother the Heavenly King Lao Tzu."

"If the old man is not here..."

"Don't you still have me?"

As soon as Chen Yilang said this.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Good guy!

This junior, I'm afraid he isn't a joke sent by the monkey, right?

This funny ability is almost full, the kind that is almost overflowing,

Lu Wenyang couldn't hold back anyway:

"Little brother, why don't you put up the Guipai Qigong here?"

"I didn't say that, your secondary illness is a bit serious!"

"Please, be normal, I'm really scared!"

Chen Yilang smiled slightly and didn't say much.

"Microphone." He said quietly.

Lu Wenyang pouted his mouth disapprovingly, and signaled the staff standing beside him to hand Chen Yilang the mic.

He wants to see

This Chen Yilang,

How are you going to be funny?

In the eyes of the crowd who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal,

Chen Yilang took the microphone and stepped out of the gate at the back of the stage.

The only thing left to everyone,

There is only one back facing the strong wind and heavy rain.

...