Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?! Chapter Ch82.1 - Going All Out

Chapter Ch82.1 - Going All Out

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

South Tower dormitory 701.

At two o’clock in the middle of the night, Wu Jin ran out from beneath his warm quilt for the fourth time to drink water, stroke the rabbit, and run around the room.

Falling asleep was impossible!

The wind outside the window was cold and damp, and there was nothing but silence behind the hills of the base. The sound insulation of the dorms was a little worrying, and Wu Jin couldn’t go back out again after the curfew came into effect. After stroking and rubbing his hands along the wooden guitar, he finally plucked a few strings before quietly letting go.

Wu Jin could only go back to bed, roll around, lie flat, and open up his terminal.

The weak light reflected on his face. Wu Jin wandered around everywhere on the Crosson Show forums, and he suddenly fell into a daze.

Just one glance…

It probably wouldn’t matter if he just took a glance at it…

Wu Jin poked his head out from the quilt and confirmed that Brother Rabbit was bouncing around on the desk in the corner furthest from the bed, then quickly switched to his alt account––

The profile image changed from the verified contestant photo to a chubby cheeked snow leopard.

After switching accounts, the terminal immediately flashed with thousands of messages, including @’s, notifications, and private messages. After the big boss’s popularity soared up, the final rankings for the tarot divination votes were pulled up by the fans once again. The little snow leopard who was the only person who’d spent money on Contestant Wei and stood hand in hand with him on the voting page now received unprecedented attention.

Wu Jin clicked and ignored it all before going back to the Crosson forums.

His heart was beating very quickly at this time. He slowly, slowly extended the cursor over––and finally couldn’t resist the temptation and clicked in.

The layout changed.

There were pink soap bubbles in the pale background, and the main topics refreshed automatically as new entries came in every few minutes. There were many users in the main hall of the chatroom slamming their bowls on the table, waiting to be fed.

“Did the official team release photos today!? They haven’t! No, they haven’t!––How come I feel like I asked this two hours ago?”

“Pure and simple little cutie waiting online to be fed. Is the great lord online? h.e.l.lo, great one, are you updating the comic today? When are you updating? If you can’t make it in time you can broadcast as you draw, right? Great one, are you there? Maybe just put up the sketch? Great one, are you interested in mermen or sentinel/guide…”

Wu Jin only understood half of it. He opened up the elite section, and his eyes suddenly grew bright&#k2013;&#k2013;

There were countless long threads with #Scarf #a.s.sorted #Imperial Wei, and other such tags. The entire page was rich with content and full of color.

Wu Jin’s ears were a little red as he timidly clicked open the most popular thread.

A large comic appeared on his terminal. Wei Shi wore cool sniper goggles as he knelt in front of Wu Jin, kissing the diamond ring on the youth’s right hand.

Wu Jin’s eyes swished away, and he was afraid to see more. This great one’s art was very vivid, emphasizing the tenderness and intimacy of the scene. However, in Wu Jin’s opinion, the positions between himself and the big boss seemed to have been accidentally reversed.

At this time, the latest update for the comic came out.

The Scarf forums were full of people. Countless fans rushed over to occupy the first spot, and the latest comments popped up automatically––

Wei Shi was waiting anxiously outside the delivery room. Zoe, Wen Lin, and Caesar as well as their friends and family and Thin Fire who had appeared there for some unknown reason were also there and cheering for Wu Jin, “Go, Little Witch––push––give birth––”

Wu Jin was scared out of his wits, “……”

He quickly closed the thread and opened up another post.

“On the third day of Wu Jin’s imprisonment, he hid in the corner and shivered, shouting out his refusal loudly. But Wei Shi still inhumanely undid the zipper of his pants! And pointed his sharpened spear at Little Witch!”

He closed it again, and moved on to the third post.

“The 93rd day of Contestant Wei’s secret love for Little Witch, Crosson Base on a sunny day. Contestant Wei skipped another two cla.s.ses and carefully baked a chocolate lava cake for Contestant Wu…”

Post closed. Fourth post.

“Spring had arrived, and it was once again time to go to the Crosson lawn and catch Little Witch. Contestant Wei prepared carrots, hooked nets, and 300 words of love, then joined the army of trainees who wanted to go and capture Little Witch…”

Wu Jin finally found out where the problem was.

Everyone’s misunderstanding of the big boss was too deep––the big boss was like the flower of Kaolin! How could he do such things! And… the arrow should clearly be pointing the other way around…

Wu Jin went back and finally found a few much less popular ‘Imperial Wei’.

“Wu Jin pressed Wei Shi against the wall. He’d already undertaken three months of eager pursuit, and finally revealed his hand on the day the compet.i.tion rankings were announced. He narrowed his eyes, kissed Wei Shi devoutly on the cheek, and pressed him gently onto the bed. ‘Tonight, please give me everything.’––”

Wu Jin read it through word by word, and his face burned red.

There were only a few words, but they seemed to poke at his heart, intermingling with the hidden thoughts in his mind that he didn’t dare pull out. The big boss’s handsome and indifferent face seemed even more attractive because of it, and he couldn’t help himself from pouncing over for a kiss––

The terminal dropped onto the bed with a clatter, and Wu Jin rubbed his face hard enough to form a virtual shadow.

Enough! Don’t think about it! Just leave it at that!

Wu Jin flipped himself over again, burying his entire face against a soft pillow and only leaving the two reddened tips of his ears visible.

Wu Jin didn’t know much about what would happen after the lights turned off, and even though his brain couldn’t supply the images, it didn’t hinder his self-reproach:

Pursuing, confessing, holding hands, and kissing should happen one step at a time! Forcefully kissing the big boss was already rude and abrupt! Although… it was very unlikely that big boss would accept his confession, but he should still take it seriously! Excessive daydreaming was still disrespectful to the big boss!

A long time later, Wu Jin sat up from the bed and looked out the window.

The odds of the big boss accepting his confession was very small, because he and the big boss… the gap between them was still too big.

He didn’t have the strength, couldn’t protect him, and didn’t have any solid backing.

Wu Jin jumped out of bed again.

The lamp turned on, and the pale lighting revealed Wu Jin’s study plans for every match plastered to the bedroom walls.

First elimination match: June 11, 4 hours of static target shooting, 1 hour of memorizing charts, 0.5 hours of organizing notes. Note: Consult Zoe about gun pressuring techniques…

Third elimination match: August 8, 6 hours of dynamic target shooting…

Wu Jin carefully took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and began to write out a new plan.

The training time for this plan was longer than before.

The rabbit crouched on the desk, his eyes shifting as he followed Wu Jin around.

Wu Jin smiled slyly and picked up the rabbit, “Brother Rabbit, excuse me.”

Wu Jin stuck down the plan in the spot he’d just freed up.

“I want to… chase a person.”

Go all out and chase them.

The second day after the trainees finished with the vaccines, the training for the next elimination match officially began.

The Crosson base that had once accommodated 500 people only held half the amount now, and they were divided into 10 groups according to their contestant numbers for group training.

At 8 o’clock in the morning, Caesar was shouting in a loud, exaggerated voice in the canteen, “Wasn’t it just using the washing machine to wash the ball? What’s wrong with that coquettish man?! He threw an apple at my door at the break of dawn and even stabbed it with a fruit knife! It’s good that he was conscious enough not to make a move on his grandfather’s football––”

Zoe made perfunctory sounds of agreement, his gaze bypa.s.sing Caesar to look at Wu Jin who was coming in from the direction of the training room.

Zoe: “When did Little Witch get up?”

Caesar didn’t know anything. He touched his head, “I saw the robot walking the rabbit around the living room at 7 o’clock, so Little Witch was probably already there by then.”

Zoe greeted Wu Jin from afar, pulled out a chair, and specially peeled a boiled egg for him, watching as he gobbled it down.

At 11, Wu Jin closed down the virtual obstacle course, took a shower, and rushed over to the open field behind the Crosson hill.

Dark green vegetation blocked out the sun and was enclosed by the tight gla.s.s cover. The vines were like tentacles as they curled in the air––

Blood Pigeon entered the cla.s.s enclosure, kicked a certain part of the vegetation, and freed a contestant who’d been wrapped up tight by the vines. He barked, “Grade D. Your speed… You’re not required to outrun a Velociraptor, but you can’t be slower than a Stegosaurus, right?”

That contestant’s soul left his body, “Stegosauruses only eat gra.s.s…”

The stage manager who was to the side tossed him a towel and moved a ladder over, dabbing the vines that had just tied him up with deep repair and water replenishment ointment. Obviously, the show was more concerned about the vines than the compet.i.tors. The stage manager spoke as he dabbed, “Just because they eat gra.s.s doesn’t mean it can’t bite you.”