At that, Shen Anbai's eyes flickered. "Then what should we do next?"
Jiang Nan looked at him without a word.
"Find the mole," Luo Hang said.
Shen Anbai hesitated. "Aren't we going back to look for Brother Xingli?"
Jiang Nan gave him another look. "You really are pretty kind."
The words sounded fine, but to Shen Anbai, they somehow felt like mockery.
He pressed his lips together and insisted, "Every one of us is indispensable to the team. How about you go find evidence and investigate why zombies appeared at Hope High School, while I go find Brother Xingli?"
[Help, this is the first time I've liked Shen Anbai. He actually remembered my husband.]
[Aaaaaah, Shen Xingli's fans and Shen Anbai's fans have formed an alliance.]
[As expected of two people with the same surname. So moved.]
[Okay, but my husband is strong. He doesn't need him to come save him.]
[The production team already said there's a mole. That means this isn't a team game!!!!]
Jiang Nan folded his arms. "Respect. Best wishes."
He understood now. This protagonist shou really was stupid as hell.
In games with a mole, you generally had to go it alone and trust no one but yourself.
Yet he insisted on going to find Shen Xingli.
Whether he was doing it to finish the game or to earn himself a good reputation was anyone's guess.
They had been gathered together too long. The director had already guided the NPCs over, their footsteps thundering amid a ghostly shriek.
Jiang Nan reacted instantly, grabbed the stair railing, and jumped straight from the second floor to the first.
The boy's blue-and-white school uniform billowed in the wind, exposing a strip of slender, pale waist, his figure like a roaming dragon.
The noisy barrage of comments stopped for a few seconds.
[You know what, Little Immortal Nan might be sleazy and stupid, but he really is beautiful.]
[Aaaaaah, that waist has my phantom limb hard.]
[He's so agile.]
[Tell Lao Mo I want to buy a male model.]
[Licking my screen aaaaaah.]
Luo Hang stared after him, dumbfounded.
Fuck, that little bastard could run!
With the zombies almost upon him, Luo Hang grabbed the stair railing, intending to jump down too, but a certain unmentionable spot behind him hurt rather badly.
His face was slightly pale. In the end, he could only run down the stairs.
Jiang Nan left the classroom building and looked around, eventually noticing that every classroom window was fitted with densely packed bars.
They gleamed with a metallic sheen in the darkness.
Luo Hang followed behind him. "What are you looking at?"
Jiang Nan folded his arms. "Look at that window."
At this point, the livestream split into three feeds.
One showed Shen Xingli fast asleep in the classroom.
The production team had never imagined that, when asked to play a sleeping character, Shen Xingli would actually fall asleep.
This even sparked a debate in the control room.
The chief director said, "Why did Film Emperor Shen actually fall asleep? Did you give him the wrong instructions?"
An assistant director said, "Heaven is my witness, I carefully explained to Film Emperor Shen that he was supposed to pretend to sleep, and he could wake up once the bell rang."
Another assistant director said earnestly, "Isn't that why they say Film Emperor Shen is such a good actor?"
The chief director gave a thumbs-up. "Good point."
The second feed showed Shen Anbai, Li Xueying, and Qiu Wen.
Li Xueying and Qiu Wen had ultimately chosen to go back with Shen Anbai to find Shen Xingli.
"What's wrong with the window?" Luo Hang looked up dismissively, then his gaze suddenly froze.
After a pause, he turned to Jiang Nan. "What do you think?"
As he asked the question, Luo Hang actually felt a little dazed.
Before this, he would never have asked Jiang Nan a question like that.
Luo Hang had first met Jiang Nan on that boy-group survival show.
With the cameras around, he had done his utmost to restrain himself despite his disgust for Jiang Nan.
His persona back then had been an all-round ace and gentle team leader.
He had seen Jiang Nan as nothing more than a tool for gaining traffic.
The day he had truly started taking notice of Jiang Nan was after one of their performances.
He had watched Jiang Nan head to the open-air parking lot in an extra-long black down coat, his expression cold.
At the time, Luo Hang had been crouching in the security booth, smoking.
It was the only place without surveillance cameras. He had given the security guard plenty of nice things before getting friendly with him and finding somewhere to let off steam when the pressure grew too much.
The weather had been cold, and the booth's heating was limited. He held the cigarette between his teeth as nicotine traveled into his lungs with the icy air.
Inhale, exhale.
He had caught sight of the person standing in front of the Rolls-Royce.
Dressed in a sharp suit, the lines of his profile exuded sex appeal, to say nothing of the movement of his Adam's apple.
After so many years apart, seeing him again had made Luo Hang's heart beat even faster.
At that point, Luo Hang did not dare let himself remember any further.
Jiang Nan gave him a rather puzzled look. "What are you spacing out for?"
Luo Hang coughed and changed the subject. "Let's hurry up and find some evidence."
Jiang Nan rubbed his chin and glanced at him.
He couldn't rule out the possibility that Luo Hang was the mole, but bringing him along meant having another living, breathing person who could at least help deal with that horde of zombies.
With that thought, Jiang Nan cheerfully patted Luo Hang on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Then let's go."
Looking at that sly smile, Luo Hang was filled with a bad feeling.
He reluctantly followed Jiang Nan, intending to play it by ear.
Each harboring his own schemes, the two entered the ground-floor classrooms.
None of the classrooms were locked. They crept softly into the first one.
The moment they stepped inside, they were startled by the scene before them.
Desks lay toppled haphazardly across the floor, which was littered with scraps of books.
A sentence had been scrawled messily across the blackboard at the front.
By the dim light from the corridor, Jiang Nan barely made out the words.
-Fuck studying!
Luo Hang suddenly spotted something and walked straight to the teacher's desk, where he dug out a lockbox.
Jiang Nan went over and examined the lockbox with him.
It had a four-digit combination.
"How about we split up and look for the code?" Luo Hang said.
Without a word, Jiang Nan entered four digits on the combination lock.
Luo Hang was stunned by the move. Thinking Jiang Nan was still as arrogant and clueless about his own limits as before, he immediately sneered.
The viewers were shocked by it too.
[I can't take this. Does he think he looks cool????]
[Does he even know the code? He just went ahead and punched it in. I'm dying.]
[The directors probably regret inviting him hahahahaha. The pressure's on the production team now.]
[Can Little Immortal Nan learn his place? I'm embarrassed for you. Guys, does anyone get it? The first time I watched a boy-group survival show that year, this little thing's pink hair captivated me. I sincerely followed him for a month, until he looked stumped by four-digit multiplication and division. That was when I saw the light. My heart was colder than the fish Chow Yun-fat killed. I'd rather he were a scumbag than an idiot.]
[Exactly! Back when I was his fan, I kept posting on Moments asking everyone to help vote for him. Now they all make fun of me for stanning some flop idol. It's a permanent stain on my record.]
[I'm putting this out there today: if Jiang Nan actually opens that lock, I'll eat shit on livestream.]