Playing the Foolish Beauty in a Deadly Game - Chapter 24

Beautiful, clean, pure, devoted, well-behaved, and modest—Lin Qiao perfectly matched all the fantasies of the doctor player: “I see that you and Yan Ting are quite close. I didn’t expect that you also have your own difficulties.”

Lin Qiao shook his head, and even without intending to, his voice was sweet and soft: “The world is ending, Doctor.”

“I just feel that there should be no regrets. One should be bold in the final moments of life.”

The doctor player repeated Lin Qiao’s words, slightly entranced: “No regrets…”

He was a player who had entered the game because of death, and he didn’t know how long he would live in the game. However, as an ordinary and useless person, he was destined not to have a good ending.

The doctor player’s eyes reddened slightly as he recalled the words of the blonde boy: “Heart selection means that you really like someone, but just one glance tells you that the two of you will never be together in this life.”

How could the doctor player be content with that?

So the player raised his voice, as if making a significant decision, and resolutely said: “I should be bolder.”

“Lin Qiao, I know you won’t like hearing this, but I have to tell you that Yan Ting’s original intention in bringing you on the plane might not have been to save you.”

“Your blood type is exactly the same as Yan Ting’s. You might think this is just a coincidence. But Yan Ting’s other female lover also has the same blood type as him. Do you understand what this means?”

Lin Qiao thought to himself, of course I understand, wait, is this player trying to sow discord between NPCs?

Lin Qiao wanted to say something but stopped, feeling like shaking the doctor player’s shoulders to make him come to his senses. You’re here to pass the game, not to give emotional advice to NPCs, please focus on the game, okay?

Lin Qiao’s beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and grievance, which led the doctor player to misunderstand and become even more convinced as he spoke: “Don’t be afraid. He’s already…”

“Don’t think so highly of Yan Ting. He’s very calculating and can easily deceive a young boy like you.”

Lin Qiao spoke softly: “Doctor.”

The doctor player pushed his glasses up: “Also, be careful of those bodyguards. Only I… I…”

“Doctor,” Lin Qiao interrupted the doctor player, his tone slightly higher but still timid: “Please, please don’t speak ill of Mr. Yan Ting. He’s really been very good to me.”

“He’s very special to me, and he has no intention of using me. He even gave me something very important…”

Lin Qiao suddenly came to his senses, pressing the back of his hand against his lips and subconsciously biting the soft flesh on the back of his hand.

His eyes reddened even more quickly: “In short, I won’t allow you to speak ill of the master. Don’t say such things about him.”

Lin Qiao’s tears began to fall again, “plop plop,” and he glared at the doctor player, even pushing him: “Go away. You’re speaking ill of the master, and I don’t want you to bandage me.”

The doctor player should have been angry, but seeing Lin Qiao’s pained expression, his heart softened like water, and it was even tinged with a hint of sweetness.

“There’s only one doctor on the plane, Lin Qiao,” the doctor player felt as if he could easily control him with one hand: “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll get angry and refuse to treat Yan Ting?”

Lin Qiao’s eyes widened in surprise, and he dared not push anymore, his face pale: “I’m sorry, I was being naive.”

“Please don’t refuse to treat the master… I beg of you.”

The doctor player felt an odd sense of satisfaction, and even a physical change.

No, that’s not right. The doctor player had a headache; that wasn’t what he wanted.

He pressed his forehead and softened his voice: “Don’t be afraid. I won’t use this to threaten you. From now on, I’ll do my best for Yan Ting because of you.”

“I don’t need your reward. Maybe you think I’m foolish, but…” The doctor player seemed embarrassed to speak: “If I could leave even the slightest mark in your heart, that would be enough.”

The doctor player looked at Lin Qiao with a gaze filled with warmth for the first time: “I’m homosexual.”

Lin Qiao let out a dazed “Uh,” surprised by the doctor player’s sudden change of topic.

But after saying all this, the doctor player felt much more relaxed: “For certain reasons, I can’t admit it. People have different pursuits. Some want to survive, while others don’t. They just want to get closer to the light in their fantasies.”

“You might not understand,” the doctor player lowered his head and returned to his usual low-key, timid, unremarkable background character state: “You don’t need to understand.”

After the doctor left, Lin Qiao gathered his wits and his expression slowly became serious: “System, this player’s goal isn’t to survive in the scenario. He wants to find redemption in this scenario, right?”

The system’s voice remained indifferent: [He has been affected by an item.]

“Item? Do you get items for passing the game? So it’s because of the item that he wants redemption?”

[Players entering the game are all people on the brink of death. Passing the game earns points.]

[Points can extend life and buy items to pass levels or fulfill wishes in the real world.]

[Items randomly drop in scenarios.]

[After passing, the game randomly awards items based on completion.]

The system paused for a moment, then continued: [His obsession has been amplified.]

Lin Qiao understood. Without being affected by the item, the doctor player might have lived through a few more scenarios driven by the desire to survive. But after being affected by the item, the doctor player’s inner demons were amplified, causing his obsession to overshadow his will to live.

Points could fulfill different wishes. Since players were on the brink of death, their wishes naturally centered around survival. But the doctor player’s wish might not be to survive, and even points might not be able to save him.

“System, you’ve never said so much at once. Do other players know this? But you’ve never told Lin Qiao.”

“You have to compensate Lin Qiao. You must.”

[What do you want?]

Lin Qiao stroked his chin: “Say you love Lin Qiao the most. And when you first bound with me, didn’t you pant? I also want…”

[Love Lin Qiao the most.]

Before Lin Qiao could finish, the system made its choice, leaving him quite choked.

And no matter how Lin Qiao called out afterward, the system did not respond.

Lin Qiao looked at the unconscious Yan Ting again, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, but his tone was cautious: “When the master gave me that, I thought of this situation.”

Lin Qiao moved closer to Yan Ting, still speaking in a pitiful tone: “If the master doesn’t wake up, no one will protect me. I’m so scared.”

“Usually, when the master kisses me, I’m not afraid. This time, I’ll have to take the initiative to kiss the master. The master won’t mind, right?”

Lin Qiao slowly moved closer, staring intently at Yan Ting’s eyebrows and eyes, but stopped just before kissing him.

Lin Qiao cupped his ear as if he had heard something, stood up, sighed, and then ran outside with quick steps.

He didn’t see the “unconscious” Yan Ting, whose expression remained unchanged, but whose tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed.