Player Reload
Chapter 96 Composition_3

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 Composition_3

If humans were to imitate, it would be akin to repeatedly showing off their pecs or balls while naked...

"I used to work in a restaurant in Diamond City, I won’t mention the name. After saving some money, I wanted to open my own restaurant, and I’m still in the preparation stage."

Leonardo stretched out his hand and shook hands with Will, giving a watertight answer - Diamond City is known for producing Nuclear Cola and has appeared in TV commercials too. Adding this detail makes his words more credible.

Seeing a few people chatting, Li Cheng glanced at the fruit basket on the coffee table and whispered to Little Red Riding Hood, "Cooperate with me later."

"Eh?" Before Little Red Riding Hood could react, Li Cheng gently scratched her hand with his fingernail, creating a shallow, long wound.

"Shh—"

Little Red Riding Hood cried out in pain, and the mechanical arm immediately sensed the sound and turned the camera towards her.

"Did you get hurt while cutting the fruit?"

Li Cheng pretended it was his first time meeting Little Red Riding Hood, took out a medical kit from his pocket (actually from the Backpack), took out an antiseptic cotton ball from it, gently applied it to her hand, and patched it up with a no-stitch wound dressing.

"It’s a bit painful." Little Red Riding Hood said with teary eyes, she wasn’t faking, it really hurt.

"It’s okay, it will heal soon."

Li Cheng, speaking in a magnetic voice, said, "My name is Ant, I am a Wasteland Explorer. I’ve seen too many wounds like this."

"Wasteland, Explorer?" Little Red Riding Hood, going with the flow, asked in confusion.

"Yes, exploring adventures in the wasteland, hunting ferocious mutant beasts or delving into the ruins of research institutes from before the nuclear wars to uncover lost technologies.

I have seen beauty that ordinary people cannot imagine, under the ruins where nuclear reactors continue to operate for who knows how many years, Cherenkov radiation emits a faint blue glow in the black deep waters, and all the past fades with time, just like tears disappear in the rain."

Li Cheng appropriately revealed a profound expression and sighed, "However, exploring the wasteland is too dangerous. One of my detective partners who tangled with a criminal gang got poisoned by them and ended up looking like a high school student with the intelligence of an elementary student.

It was after seeing what happened to him that I decided to wash my hands of this work."

Hey, are you really okay blatantly plagiarizing and adapting lines from the old movie "Blade Runner"?

And a detective whose appearance is like a high school student but has the intelligence of an elementary student? Isn’t that just a fool? Are you sure you didn’t misspeak?!

A few knowledgeable players, like Leonardo, twitched the corner of their eyes but did not expose him.

The messages on the TV screen paused for a moment, then refreshed rapidly. Thanks to the charm of the face Li Cheng had fabricated and his persuasive tone, his vote count was steadily rising—

After all, a Wasteland Explorer is far more entertaining than a chef or bartender.

The individuals continued chatting normally, always keeping an eye on the real-time data on the screen. Everyone’s vote count was fairly close. Leonardo’s votes were slightly ahead, but the key overall program popularity remained stuck at 1.5 million.

With only five minutes left until the end of this game segment, if they couldn’t increase the popularity, everyone was facing execution.

Li Cheng subtly narrowed his eyes; he wasn’t going to let the production team manipulate him and had already thought of a backup plan...

"Snap!"

Just as Li Cheng was about to make an audacious move, the white woman Annie from the Witch Alliance suddenly stood up, as if struck by a terrifying thought, her face pale, her hands covering her cheeks, eyes brimming with tears.

"Annie, what happened?" Jin Huixing, sitting next to her, asked with concern.

"I, I remembered."

Annie pointed at the handsome Indian man Irfan, choking up, "Two years ago, when I was drinking at a bar in Boston City with friends, he approached me. I was young and naive then, drank the drink he offered, and afterwards I was groggy and dazed as he took me to a motel.

When he was about to succeed, I finally regained consciousness, desperately pushed him away, and jumped out of the window, falling to the ground outside from the second floor. This scar here is from that time."

She then rolled up her sleeve to reveal a fierce scar on her left arm.

Holy crap! That escalated quickly!

Everyone’s expression instantly became extremely animated. All eight players had been randomly matched; Annie and Irfan obviously didn’t know each other before. Her words just now were clearly slanderous.

The number of messages on the TV immediately surged,[Poor girl]

[I can’t believe this is still happening in the 22nd century!]

[Hell is empty and all the devils are here]

[What is the production team doing! Don’t they do background checks? How can they allow a sexual offender in!]

Correspondingly, the program’s popularity and Annie’s votes surged while Irfan’s votes remained stagnant.

"You..."

Irfan came to his senses, stood up clenching his fists, his expression strained unable to hide his anger, "Miss, you’re mistaken. I never went to Boston City two years ago."

"Then it was three years ago or four years ago. I can’t remember exactly, but this definitely happened."

Annie kept retreating, sadly said, "As an unmarried woman, would I falsely accuse you with my own chastity?"

The expression on her face was one of agonizing struggle, yet her heart was utterly calm. The key to reality TV is not about reality, but about... stirring the emotions of the audience.

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