It seemed as though Ling Wanbai had some kind of precognitive ability—they actually matched with her.
Li Luoyi.
The dean’s daughter.
And they were even on the same team. To be honest, Little Wei hadn’t been too keen on playing this game, but Ling Wanbai had chosen this battle royale.
The rules were simple.
A real-life version of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds.
Over a thousand players would board a large aircraft and parachute onto a deserted island, scrambling for combat resources scattered across the terrain. On top of that, the island was infested with all kinds of monsters—zombies, for example, or even terrifying creatures.
Players would gain immense combat power by securing these resources, and the last surviving team would win.
The game stipulated that a team could have no more than five members.
So aside from Ling Wanbai and Little Wei, there were three others.
One woman and two men.
As Little Wei glanced at the tall, long-legged woman with an icy beauty vibe, she heard a prompt from the little loli who had returned to the virtual space.
No helping it—as an AI brain, she couldn’t follow Little Wei and the others into the game. But since she still wanted to spectate, she had to retreat to the virtual space.
"Little Wei, that girl is Li Luoyi."
"Huh?" Little Wei genuinely hadn’t recognized her.
After all, this was a game—appearances could be altered. Like her, for instance, who had deliberately customized herself into a twin-tailed loli.
That way, when enemies shot at her, her smaller hitbox would make her harder to hit.
"Guess I’ll have to keep a close eye on her then."
No sooner had Little Wei muttered this than she saw Li Luoyi stepping onto a game-assigned hoverboard and flying off in another direction.
Little Wei: "…"
Fortunately, once Li Luoyi flew far enough, her position and distance from them would still show up on the map.
But this way, observing her would be impossible.
"Someone that aloof doesn’t seem like the type to follow Zhang Yunxiao around," Little Wei mused, feeling a bit puzzled.
Could this Li Luoyi be her competitor?
Didn’t seem like it. After all, Li Luoyi was the dean’s daughter—her life was probably smooth sailing. Why would she need to do something as drastic as trading her soul?
Then again…
Exceptions existed. Hadn’t Ming Xiaowei from the last world been a walking tragedy too?
"Little Loli, can you dig up her old photos? Or any info on Li Luoyi’s personality? Focus your investigation there."
As long as she could confirm who the competitor was, she’d gain the upper hand.
Who knew if their missions would clash somehow?
"Got it, Little Wei."
"Oh, and keep an eye on Du Ran too. Based on my experience with novels, there’s a chance she’s already had her brain eaten by the Zerg and is under their control now."
If that turned out to be true, then Du Ran’s suspicion of killing the original host would be cleared.
Meaning Li Luoyi was the culprit.
But Li Luoyi seemed more like a host bound to another system.
This mission was enough to make one’s prostate swell.
"Little Wei, quit spacing out. Come down."
Ling Wanbai grabbed Little Wei’s hand, and the petite 1.5-meter loli was pulled into the embrace of the tall, long-legged beauty. They landed almost simultaneously.
"You know Li Luoyi well?" Little Wei suddenly remembered—the woman beside her was the dean’s direct disciple.
She definitely knew Li Luoyi inside out.
"Of course. She’s quite adorable." Ling Wanbai’s eyes curved slightly as she spoke, her smile warm and gentle.
"Then why don’t you marry her?" Little Wei silently withdrew her hand.
Ling Wanbai: "?"
"That’s not what I meant. Her original personality really was cute."
Original?
So Li Luoyi might not be the same person anymore?
"Then you should definitely marry her."
Little Wei inwardly cursed.
What a playgirl. In Ling Wanbai’s heart, Ning Xiaowei wasn’t the cutest? Fine then—she could go marry Li Luoyi and leave Little Wei to die alone.
Ling Wanbai paused, torn between laughter and exasperation.
"Whose little vinegar jar got knocked over?"
Little vinegar jar?
She was a full-grown Tibetan Mastiff.
"I’m going to loot some gear." Little Wei couldn’t be bothered to keep bantering with Ling Wanbai and hurried into one of the town’s cottages.
They didn’t have a hoverboard yet. If they could find one, they’d qualify for the sky pavilion reward.
They had to take first place.
Besides, since this was the current mainstream game, it’d greatly improve the combat and adaptability of the academy’s students.
Unfortunately, too distracted by thoughts of Li Luoyi, they hadn’t even landed in a resource-rich zone.
This rundown town only yielded a dinky energy pistol after a thorough search.
As Little Wei came downstairs, she saw Ling Wanbai climbing into a well.
What the—?
Was she trying to kill herself?
Little Wei scurried over.
"Hey, no need for that! I didn’t say anything that bad! No need to jump into a well over it!" Just as she reached the edge, she heard a loud splash.
"Big Orange!" Little Wei stretched out her hand.
But when she looked down, Ling Wanbai resurfaced, her upper body emerging as she grinned up at her.
"You were worried?" Ling Wanbai asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.
Little Wei: "…"
"Nope. If you die, I’ll just enjoy the funeral feast." She huffed, her tsundere act unwavering.
Ling Wanbai pushed herself up and suddenly pecked Little Wei on the lips.
Thankfully, the other two teammates were together in the neighboring town. If they’d seen this, they’d probably lose their appetites for the day.
"What was that for?" Little Wei wiped her lips, her face burning.
Damn it, did this woman ever have a serious moment?
"I acted on impulse. Can’t blame me for that." Ling Wanbai even had the audacity to look innocent.
Little Wei was certain Ji Cheng had never been this shameless. Was this Ling Wanbai’s personality trait?
Didn’t seem like it!
"Then was this morning also an impulse?" Little Wei gritted her teeth, itching to bite Ling Wanbai’s cheek.
At that, Ling Wanbai’s eyes curved again.
"Maybe it was premeditated."
Watching this unfold, the little loli hugged her own feet.
Sis Si… if a system treats its host like this, it deserves divine retribution.
That’s right—the one inside Ling Wanbai’s body wasn’t just Ji Cheng. It was Si.
Though the little loli didn’t fully grasp the situation, if Sis Si kept this up, could she even be a proper system in the future?
She couldn’t help but doubt it.
Meanwhile, Little Wei remained oblivious, still flustered by Ling Wanbai’s words.
"You—!" She pointed accusingly.
Ling Wanbai hopped out of the well, and only then did Little Wei notice the square equipment case she’d fished out.
When she opened it, a green glow spilled out.
And Little Wei’s interface immediately displayed the item’s name:
Hoverboard.
"No way! How’d you find that?" Little Wei hadn’t expected Ling Wanbai’s luck to be this good.
"Played this game before. This well has a 60% hoverboard spawn rate. Remember it for next time."
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