Playing the Foolish Beauty in a Deadly Game - Chapter 4
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The bodyguard player was about to step forward when the female lover stopped him: “Wait, let’s see if he really is the last player.”
So the other NPC players didn’t move either, watching as the overly pretty young boy was cornered and even pushed around by the brown-haired man. Lin Qiao clenched his fists, looking very angry, but unfortunately, he didn’t have much power and instead looked rather easy to bully.
“Let Zhong Minglang save you.”
Who? Who is Zhong Minglang?
The system’s emotionless electronic voice, which seemed to carry a hint of fatigue, said: “Call out this name.”
As the brown-haired man raised his fist, Lin Qiao showed a look of fear and timidity and called out in a low voice: “Zhong Minglang.”
The players were surprised. Who was he calling? It wasn’t Yan Ting’s name.
The bodyguard player beside him shuddered and showed an expression of confirmation.
These players hadn’t exchanged names with each other. In the game, to give players a sense of immersion, it used their real names when they played their roles.
Since Lin Qiao could call out the name “Zhong Minglang,” it proved that he was indeed an NPC. Only NPCs could obtain players’ names through the game’s background information.
The bodyguard player stepped forward and stopped the brown-haired man: “Do you want to attract the other bodyguards? Do you want to die and drag the other players with you?”
Lin Qiao broke free from the brown-haired man and clutched the bodyguard player’s coat corner pitifully, saying fearfully: “Let’s go, don’t stay here, let’s go.”
The brown-haired man seemed to have caught something: “You’re in this together, right? Otherwise, how does he know your name! I push him and you come over, and you still say you’re not playing tricks on us?”
The bodyguard player thought it was bad. Except for him, almost all the players in this game were newbies.
Newbie players didn’t know some rules, didn’t know that role-playing in the game had to use real names, and didn’t know that NPCs could get players’ names.
As expected, the female lover, who had been suspicious, became cold, and the flight attendant even asked: “Are you really called Zhong Minglang?”
Since the keywords like NPC, horror game, system, player were not mentioned, the brown-haired man’s words were not filtered and were expressed exactly as they were.
After checking the lines that “NPCs could hear” sorted by the system, Lin Qiao knew he should react to it: “Of course we are in this together.”
The brown-haired man was excited and said: “He admitted it! He admitted it.”
But Lin Qiao said: “It’s us, we hijacked the plane together… We all listen to the boss, we didn’t play tricks on you, the plane took off for everyone’s good…”
Lin Qiao bit his lip, and his words were also indistinct. In the eyes of the players, this NPC pretty boy was scared and trembling non-stop.
Little did they know that Lin Qiao was so hesitant because that was all he knew.
The bodyguard player, looking at Lin Qiao who was trembling with fear and still standing in front of him, was very annoyed.
He patiently explained: “When Lin Qiao says ‘in this together,’ it doesn’t mean forming a team with me. Besides, it’s not a big deal for NPCs to know players’ names. The female lover player should also know my name. You can see it when you open the system.”
The female lover did as he said and indeed saw the bodyguard player’s personal information showing his name, occupation, and the relationship with her character.
The flight attendant and others couldn’t see it because, in the story background, they didn’t know each other.
The male passenger, who dared not look people in the eye, asked boldly: “If everyone uses their real names, will it have an impact on real life?”
The bodyguard player, who was wiping Lin Qiao’s tears, said impatiently: “No, players come from different parallel worlds. After going out, they will forget the details of the game level, including the plot and other people’s appearances and names.”
“Damn it!” The bodyguard player was at a loss: “Stop crying.”