Not My Fishpond Match? Where's My Huge Fishpond Match?

There were three men standing in front of him.

Two of them listened Ear to Hu Wei's loud voice, while the other looked displeased.

He looked at the three of them with impatience, and soon he had had enough of Hu Wei's nagging and stopped him.

"Alright, it's certainly something to be happy about to reunite during the Trials, but shouldn't we also have some sense of time?"

Instead of wasting time on this, why not introduce yourself and Edict of Passage first?

Saves time.

Hu Wei was startled when his conversation with Bai Fei was suddenly interrupted. He turned to look at his teammate who had interrupted him with interest and smiled:

"Interesting. I don't think I've ever been in line with you before. What's your name?"

The young man with his hair slicked back and tied in a small bun gave a soft hum and confidently and seriously stated his name.

"Yan Chun, [Chaos], Warrior, 1977."

"?"

When he announced his score, Hu Wei and Bai Fei visibly frowned.

Hu Wei's expression suddenly turned somewhat gloomy. He looked at another player leaning on a staff and asked in a deep voice:

"Hey buddy, what's your score?"

The player felt a little awkward under Hu Wei's gaze. He could clearly sense that Hu Wei was a high-scoring expert, so he nervously gripped his staff and tried to force a smile that wasn't too embarrassing.

"Li Ziran, [Life]..."

"Bro, be quick about it, how many points?"

Li Ziran was taken aback, his grip on the staff tightened, and he became even more uneasy.

"1469, Ladder 1469".

After he finished speaking, he saw that Hu Wei's brows furrowed even more. After hesitating for a long time, he still braced himself and introduced himself, "Priest, I am the Priest of [Life]."

1400?

Hu Wei's face turned even uglier.

An invisible aura rose from him, and as he turned to look at the last person, that teammate unhesitatingly gave a score that made Cheng Shi happy but annoyed Hu Wei.

"1721! Boss, I'm 1721."

Zhang Ruyu, Singer "Sinking".

Wow, a high of 1900, finally back to the familiar low-stakes game.

Fishpond Bureau is great, easy to get by!

Cheng Shi was originally thinking about how to give himself a more appropriate score so that he could be worthy of his older brother and get him to carry him in another game.

Hearing that his three teammates had all given low scores, he suddenly realized that reporting a lower score wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Since everything has been laid out for him, it's not a problem if he gets a lower score after he slacks off, right?

So when Hu Wei and Bai Fei looked at him, Cheng Shi smiled brightly and blurted out:

"· Cheng Shi, Chemical Engineering, 2401."

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His back stiffened, and his smile froze on his face.

Upon hearing Cheng Shi's score, Hu Wei's expression finally softened a little, but not much.

However, Bai Fei's gaze towards Cheng Shi held a new scrutiny.

It seems they are pondering the exact relationship between Cheng Shi and Hu Wei, who have achieved this score.

Cheng Shi was so angry he was grinding his teeth. He was cursing Lips of Foolish Play in his mind, but on the surface he had to put on a calm and collected look and accept the "admiration" from his other teammates!

Yes, I admire you.

The moment that score was uttered.

Li Ziran's staff fell to the ground, Yan Chun's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and Zhang Ruyu's jaw opened and never closed again.

"Young Master Duo!?"

2400??

"It's fake, bro, you're lying, bro!?"

To be honest, Cheng Shi didn't like this kind of admiration.

Excessive attention could put him in a situation where he has something to lie about but can't say it.

But given the current situation, he has no choice but to accept it.

It's... incredibly uncomfortable.

The Lips of Foolish Play never change the score without reason; if they do, there's only one possibility:

That foul mouth of his, he's just looking for some amusement!

It knows that it dislikes exerting itself the most, so it will occasionally try to find ways to move itself a little more.

After all, a show without the Clown is only half as entertaining.

The question is, why did they report such a high score this time?

A score 100 points higher might make teammates wary and suspicious.

A score 400 points higher will only make your teammates cling to your leg and shout "666" (a Chinese internet slang for "awesome").

That position should have been his...

The pleasure derived from such a huge score difference cannot be called pleasure at all. Not to mention that Cheng Shi have 2400, even if he did, he was long past the age of enjoying such low-level pleasures.

So after thinking it over, the answer must lie with the other two.

Could it be that these two people's scores...?

Etc!

Yuan Shuai!

They started by mentioning Yuan Shuai. Where is Yuan Shuai?

There wasn't a single person there named Yuan Shuai.

Cheng Shi paused for a second, blinked, and then a sudden realization dawned on him.

"..."

Damn, you're a marshal, right?!

Ah?

If I remember correctly, the "Chosen of God" in "War" is called... Grand Marshal, isn't it?

And Hu Wei happens to be one of His Believer!

Cheng Shi's pupils contracted, shocked by his own thought. He immediately turned to look at Hu Wei, only to see Hu Wei pondering for a moment with a somber expression, then muttering in a somewhat annoyed tone:

"Brother, you've really been slacking off."

No wonder I haven't been able to get a turn with you in so long.

This game... has a problem.

Hu Wei, Vanguard Warrior, 2632.

?

Seize the young?

Before anyone could even process what was happening, the cool girl coolly announced her score.

"Bai Fei, the Endwalker, 2615".

??

Wait a minute! What did I just hear?

2600?

Or two?

Cheng Shi stared wide-eyed at the familiar yet unfamiliar Brother Hu in front of him, feeling that the score was both unexpected and reasonable.

He truly deserves the title of "Marshal" because he is genuinely gifted in command.

But even so...

Brother and sister, you've gone a bit too far...

Ah?

Cheng Shi's mind went blank.

No, where's my fishpond game?

What about my huge fishpond?

You think I'm a fishpond?

Okay, okay!

His gaze shifted to Bai Fei, and upon closer inspection, he suddenly realized that this woman was even cooler than before.

Her temperament also became colder.

If the Bai Fei we just saw was an ordinary iceberg from the Arctic, then this is a piece of cold, icy jade from beneath a glacier.

It is both cold and expensive.

Am I seeing things?

Maybe so, high scores really can be dazzling.

Getting a high score is a good thing, it means you might be able to relax and not have to worry about anything.

However, ranking too high is not a good thing.

Cheng Shi thought to himself, he just wanted to come see a "movie", how did he end up running into these two?

The rules of the Prayer Trial differ from those of the Special Trial; players matched into the same game are not unrelated.

At least their wishes can be fulfilled in this game.

Whether it's found directly in the Trials or given as a reward for completing them, everyone's request when they pray is somehow related to something else.

Reflecting on my own prayer, perhaps the idea of "observing Destiny" is full of uncertainty, and the difficulty can vary, which can be explained with some difficulty.

But what about the other three teammates?

Cheng Shi's gaze swept over them, especially when he looked at this Believer with a score of 1400 in the "Life" category, his doubts were impossible to hide.

He really couldn't understand what Li Ziran had prayed for to be a match for Hu Wei.

The two sides were separated by nearly 1200 points, almost doubling the score.

In fact, not only Cheng Shi, but Li Ziran was also reflecting on himself.

He only prayed for a bottle of Past Prosperity to save his sister, so how did he end up being matched with two big shots with 2700 points?

Now things are really messed up; my sister couldn't be saved, and I'll probably be killed too.

Is this a game I can handle?

Would you die if you just looked at it?

His gaze toward the powerful figures was filled with fear, his hand gripping the staff until it turned white, and he took a slight step back, clearly intending to slip away.

However, these crude actions were completely undisguised, and in the eyes of Cheng Shi and his two companions, they were almost no different from shouting through a megaphone, "Don't come any closer, I'm not playing anymore."

An eerie atmosphere gradually spread through the alley.

Just as silence was about to descend once more, Hu Wei finally spoke again.

"Don't panic, everyone, I don't eat people."