Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!

Chapter Ch133.1 - Blizzard

The ballroom dance floor.

The bayonet was drawn from the long, flaxen-haired girl’s waist with a swish. At the same time, Vera angrily loaded up her gun, accompanied by the constant violation warnings from her wrist watch.

First warning.

Second warning––

Ning Fengbei smiled smugly.

When the dance music rang out again, everyone’s gazes were dazed, and the Hall of Mirrors was finally restored to calmness.

On the other side of the gilded gate, at the end of a long, winding corridor.

Wu Jin and Ming Yao were both rummaging through boxes at full speed. Wu Jin’s expression was serious, and Chu Chu was constantly breathing into her hands, wrapping herself up tightly in the humble cloak.

The Palace of Versailles was too cold.

The windows were wide open, and the cold wind swept in. Even the wind and snow outside the window seemed to have solidified, and at a glance, every piece of snow seemed to be in exactly the same place it had been the moment before. The players groped through the gray Palace of Versailles, and it was like they’d been frozen into a gloomy oil painting. Outside the Hall of Mirrors, none of the fireplaces were lit up, and even the occasional candle that was lit up on the walls was weak, with its remaining wax levels so low it seemed that it would go out anytime.

“Hiss.” Chu Chu sucked in a breath of cold air, “I really want to point the muzzle of a gun at myself. It’s better than being eliminated due to being frozen to death.”

The ability of Wu Jin’s combat suit to withstand the cold was almost negligible. There was a moment when he was even frozen into a trance, and if he were offered a 7-piece dress again now, he might not be able to put up any resistance––

“Keep looking.” Wu Jin comforted, “There must be heating equipment. Otherwise, with these temperatures, all the players will have to either kill their way back to the Hall of Mirrors or be eliminated by the extreme cold.”

Based on the indoor temperatures, the program team had adjusted the outdoor temperature to at least negative 10 degrees Celsius. Wu Jin felt that no matter how absurd the rules were, they would not become ‘the first to freeze to death after the ball’. The first team must have an advantage.

They passed by an ambulatory and Chu Chu shivered as she leaned against the door, “I can’t walk anymore. It’s warmer to just lean here.”

Chu Chu paused suddenly, her eyes flying open in disbelief. Then, she opened the door in surprise––a gust of slightly heated, dry air swept over her face.

Wu Jin immediately followed her inside and closed the door behind them.

There were nearly 100 seats in the huge Council Hall, and each seat was equipped with portable heating equipment of varying styles.

Chu Chu quickly swept her gaze around the room, “The two rows to the left have heating for up to 8 hours. Another two rows to the right have 9 hours of heating, and the rest last for four hours. Which ones should we choose?”

There were nearly 100 seats, corresponding to the 100 remaining contestants.

The three sets of heating equipment were quite different. Wu Jin pondered for a moment, “Don’t put all our apples in one basket.”

He picked out one of the 9 hour heaters from the middle and handed it to Chu Chu, then loaded himself up with an 8 hour self-heating vest. The smell of rust, carbon powder and exotic glue floated in the air. Wu Jin pressed the button to start the current, and the thin material of his protective clothing began to warm up immediately. Even his frozen heartbeat seemed to recover.