What's going on with this guy?
The boy stared blankly at the lowly man in front of him.
This man's face was pale, and his eyes were covered with dark eye shadow that he didn't know where he got. He seemed to have applied the eye shadow to his mouth, as if he had been poisoned.
That happy expression disappeared in just an instant, as if it was just an illusion.
Gu Mian put foundation on her face last night, and after getting in the car today, she specially smeared some ash on her face in the carriage, just to prevent being recognized by the superiors after taking off her mask.
He applied his makeup in the dark in the carriage, without even thinking that it would not look good.
Just looking at the expression of the little boy in front of me...
Gu Mian touched her chin. Is it really that ugly? Look at me with this expression.
"Mike, what's wrong?" The few people in front turned back to look at the boy who suddenly stopped, and unexpectedly saw Gu Mian's face that looked unconventional.
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Then mocking laughter erupted in the corridor.
"Hahahahahahaha what kind of look is this."
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"It's so funny. I've never seen such a funny-looking low-class person."
"Are you envious of us by smearing your face so white? You envy our status as superiors. Haha, don't think about it. People like you are just low-class people no matter what you put on your face. You can't change it. of."
The children kept spouting sarcastic remarks.
Gu Mian couldn't hear anything at all, and just looked at the person in front of her with sudden realization: "So your name is Mike."
"Shut up, who allowed you to call me by my name?" Mike showed a disgusted expression and couldn't help but look up at Gu Mian.
Gu Mian's expression was normal, without any excitement.
Mike blinked hard. No, he clearly saw a strange expression on the man's face when he took off his mask, but it disappeared in an instant.
Is it his imagination?
Mike frowned as he thought about it. In a daze, he suddenly felt that the low-class man in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
As the most popular show in the world, The Killing Game is of course favored by many high-ranking people.
Everyone, young and old, loves to watch that show, even these kids.
Of course they had met Gu Mian.
But through the TV screen, I saw Gu Mian wearing a white coat and a clean face.
Moreover, the guitar bag did not appear when Gu Mian participated in the killing game.
This time he even took off his white coat and wiped his face carefully, losing all anchor points.
It’s really hard to recognize someone who’s not an acquaintance.
Mike stared at Gu Mian for a while and still couldn't remember where he had seen him.
Seeing that Mike was motionless, the children in front were already a little impatient: "Mike, what are you doing there?"
"We came out with great difficulty today, don't waste time."
Then a little girl suddenly complained: "It's all because the restricted area is broken and monsters are everywhere. The adults don't let us go out casually."
It seems that the destruction of the restricted area still has an impact on these people.
Gu Mian thought as he looked up at the lawn outside the window. The edge of the lawn in the distance was surrounded by a high iron net. He had seen this thing when he got off the car. It must have been to prevent the invasion of monsters in the restricted area.
"The adults are already clearing away the monsters. Although those monsters are very strong and powerful, we have many slaves..." A child said while glancing at Gu Mianyan, "As long as these low-class people rush in front It will reduce losses, and the number of monsters now is much smaller than when the restricted area was first destroyed."
What a qualified background commentator, Gu Mian thought to herself.
"Okay, let's go quickly," said the little girl at the front, "just go to the place we often go to."
Hearing this, Mike no longer continued to examine Gu Mian. He frowned and turned his head, carefully recalling whether he had seen Gu Mian somewhere.
Gu Miande had no time to count the number of children.
There are five in total, three boys and two girls.
It doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp.
The weather is good today. The sky has become fresh and blue after being washed by the rain. The sunlight shines onto the ground through the corridor window without any hindrance, making it warm.
Everything is warm and beautiful.
The smiling gentlemen who pass by from time to time become the only flaw in this warm scene.
"It doesn't matter," Gu Mian thought to herself, "they may all disappear soon."
Just when Gu Mian was thinking about it, several children had already led him around the corner and up the stairs.
The building underfoot is oval-shaped, with a hollow center, and the ceiling covers the top. Below is where the upper class people watch the performance. The solid ring next to it is a room that is not crowded. Gu Mian saw many doors along the way. The closed room is probably someone's office or a warehouse where items are stored.
Of course, the upper-class people would not miss the wonderful performances at the carnival. When Gu Mian first came out, he could still spray a few adult upper-class people. As time went by, they encountered fewer and fewer people.
By the time a few people stopped, there was no one else around except these children.
At the same time, a loud cheer broke out, noisy, mixed with music and laughter.
Like people cheering before the show starts in a TV show.
Gu Mian followed the sound and saw a wall blocking his view.
Of course several children also heard the sound.
Mike, who was closest to Gu Mian, turned back to look at him: "The performance below has started, but it has nothing to do with you."
Gu Mian showed a regretful expression.
"Look at your expression, do you also want to win the most popular award?" A mocking voice came from the side, "I heard that the lower class people who win that award will live a good life. It's a pity that you didn't perform. It’s a chance, it’s sad.”
Gu Mian puffed up her chest and spoke righteously: "How could I be such a superficial person! I don't perform to win awards, I perform to let more people see me, to spread the light of art, and to let everyone here The audience marveled at my wonderful performance!”
After listening to Gu Mian's impassioned speech, everyone fell silent.
Several children didn't even smile. They just stared at Gu Mian dryly, as if they were crazy.
