About the Things Said And Unsaid Chapter 1

Parker Feng slowly opened his eyes.

It was pitch black before my eyes and I couldn't see anything.

What happened before...?

Suddenly, the icy cold lake water, the severe pain from the spine, and the suffocating feeling of gradual lack of oxygen surged up.

It took him a while to realize that he seemed to be dead.

"...Sure enough, did you attack me?"

Parker Feng grinned.

After all, he is called an "emotionless R@sc@l". Death does not bring him any emotional fluctuations, but...

"It's a pity that I can't see the good show put on by the Feng family."

Parker Feng thought to himself.

Before his death, Parker Feng's greatest pleasure was to see the Feng family's fear and hatred for him, and to figure out their thoughts.

They hated him as an illegitimate son who was recognized halfway, and they also hated him and were afraid of him. As a well-known designer and artist during his lifetime, he never had to ask for anything from others. Instead, others often came to fawn over him.

But Parker Feng will not help anyone, even if the other person is a relative with the same blood.

This may be the reason why he was pushed into the lake by his family.

So much for the memories.

Parker Feng pressed his head. Apart from art, his short life was really lackluster. The primary problem now is his current state.

It's pitch black here, nothing can be seen.

He is a very orthodox materialist atheist. After all, he is dead when he dies, leaving at most a little ashes.

but now...

After death, do we still have to go through a process before we can release someone?

He groped, trying to stand.

Cheerful music suddenly sounded in my ears, followed by a crisp notification sound.

"Ding! Dear junior anchor, hello! You will be assigned a job soon~"

?

...what?

A line of bold white words slowly emerged in the darkness.

【congratulations! Become the only commentary anchor in this live broadcast system! You will now be assigned a task ......】

"...Wait a minute, what is the live broadcast you are talking about?"

Parker Feng frowned slightly.

The hanging white characters were garbled for a moment, but recovered immediately.

[It has been detected that you are a newly signed anchor, and now we will issue live broadcast requirements for you, please read carefully! 】

Immediately afterwards, a screen appeared in front of Feng Bei.

[Commentary anchor: needs to explain during the game. Whether the performance is up to standard will be determined by the live broadcast effect. If it is not up to standard, all life points will be deprived.

Please note that commentary anchors are of a special nature and need to actively interact with the audience. Please do not turn off the barrage and pay attention to the rhythm of the commentary! 】

Parker Feng picked at the palm of his hand unconsciously, "What is the health value?"

[The anchor's health is linked to life in the real world. It is detected that you have lost your vital signs in the real world. If your health is reset to zero in the game, your soul will be recycled by the system. 】

Parker Feng thought for a while, wouldn't that mean he was given another life and could become a game anchor?

Or a commentator.

During his lifetime, he dabbled in a wide range of designs, and also took over a lot of game design, and he still has some research in this area.

[Please note that the anchor still has fifteen seconds to prepare and is about to conduct his first live broadcast mission! 】

Parker Feng narrowed his eyes.

Explanation, how to explain?

【5, 4, 3...】

He stretched.

No matter what, just make peace with him as he comes, since he has died once anyway.

The worst is to die again.

【1】

The countdown is over.

The entire space fell into darkness, followed by a bloody giant game icon.

【Wildlands: Restart】

-

Parker Feng opened his eyes.

Here is a shabby and slightly crowded dormitory, and I am lying on a lower bunk bed full of musty smell.

【Ding! Please confirm the initial values and live broadcast props! 】

A translucent pop-up window popped up in front of him. Parker Feng thought for a moment before clicking "OK".

[Name: Parker Feng

Initial attribute: Missing Romance - Level 1]

"...?"

Parker Feng couldn't figure out this inexplicable attribute, so he clicked on the other half of the live broadcast props.

[Congratulations to the anchor for getting a low-level prop: a Bluetooth headset that can’t be thrown away!

It is specially developed for commentary anchors. Wearing it will not affect the original hearing and can improve the sound reception in the live broadcast room! 】

An ordinary headset fell on Parker Feng.

He studied it for a while and reluctantly put it on his left ear.

A few lines of barrage appeared on the translucent live broadcast page in the upper left corner.

[Why is this anchor wearing earphones? Has Wilderness recently recruited new idols?]

[Look at this red hair, it looks pretty good]

Parker Feng looked closely at the live broadcast page.

[Number of people in the live broadcast room: 4]

"Four people...this number is really unlucky and unlucky."

Parker Feng adjusted the headset.

"Can you hear me?"

Parker Feng's voice is not beautiful in the traditional sense.

His vocal cords were injured in his early years, and his voice was usually deep and hoarse after speaking a few words.

But he spoke with a nasal voice, and the slimy feeling offset the sharp hoarseness, making him sound like he was acting coquettishly.

The barrage paused for a long time.

[No, the wilderness is crazy, are you really raising little idols in this kind of death game? ? 】

[This kind of vase should not survive more than a day! 】

Parker Feng ignored the barrage and looked around.

There were four double beds in the dormitory, with a total of eight beds. Except for the bed he was sitting on, the other beds only had an empty wooden board.

In the middle of the corridor, there is a long shabby table with many messy books and an old-fashioned flip phone on it.

Parker Feng found it a bit incredible. He hadn't seen anyone using a flip phone for many years.

He got off the bed, walked to the desk, and picked up his phone.

The small mobile phone screen lit up, and several paragraphs of text appeared.

[Congratulations to the player for activating the game and entering the props. Please keep them properly to avoid loss.

Welcome to the game copy: Happy University

You are an ordinary senior student. As the postgraduate examination time is approaching, you and your parents are under great pressure, and your family happiness index has plummeted.

Please return home alive from campus within five days and increase your family's happiness index again.

Current family happiness index: 0.3]

...College students.

Parker Feng fiddled with his phone.

He has never gone to college, and he doesn't understand the relationship between the postgraduate entrance examination and family index.

[In view of the special nature of the anchor's profession, please pay attention to audience feedback during the task process and interact with the barrages in a timely manner]

Parker Feng raised his head and briefly glanced at the live broadcast page.

Unexpectedly, there were many more people in the live broadcast room than at the beginning.

【Holy Sh!t! This newcomer is a commentator! ! 】

[What should I do? I’m a little moved by his face. Why don’t you spend some money on him to live a few more copies?]

[What were you thinking about earlier? The average mortality rate for commentators is 99%, and the remaining 1% is recovered by the wilderness. How could he survive?]

[I’m very curious about how he plans to explain it in the end. I kill him at the beginning of this dungeon, and I feel like he will die within five minutes...]

He looked at the number of people online.

[Number of people in the live broadcast room: 26]

Tsk.

Parker Feng was a little troubled by this explanation. He really couldn't think of how to explain this immersive game.

He doesn't know where the game is going.

Buzz.

The flip phone vibrated twice.

Parker Feng picked up the phone and there was a text message on it.

"Xiao Bei, I forgot something on the bed in the dormitory. Can you help me get it and bring it to the school gate?"

The sender is Adrian Liu, who lives in the third bed, and his bed is in the fourth bed, which means that his roommate's bed is above his head.

Parker Feng stood on tiptoe slightly, trying to see what was on the upper bunk.

Then he was caught off guard and faced a pale face.

...! ! !

Damn it!

Parker Feng suddenly squatted on the ground, opened his eyes wide, and screamed silently.

Before picking up his phone, he checked the dormitory to make sure there was no one there.

But he clearly saw a person's face on bed No. 3.

...Or, maybe it's not a human being.

[This reaction is so boring, I want to give it a negative score]

[There was a chase and fight next door, and many people died]

[Forget it, he can’t survive a game anyway]

Parker Feng waited for a long time, but there was no movement in the entire dormitory.

His heart was beating violently, the scene just now was really exciting. As time passed, the things above did not move, and everything seemed to be calm.

He wondered.

In horror games, it’s basic to kill someone face-to-face, but there are generally rules for ghost killing.

Parker Feng picked up his phone and decided to call his cheap roommate to confirm what he wanted.

After a few sounds of music, the call was connected.

"Adrian Liu, you left something behind. I'm really sorry, I couldn't find it..."

He was careful, his voice was heavily apologetic, and his guilt seemed to overflow the screen.

But his face was expressionless, which was in huge contrast with his voice.

When he was being interviewed as a designer, he often used this trick to deal with reporters' connections.

[...Grass, clip anchor]

[I'm new here, what happened? Is the Wilderness cultivating good-looking anchors again? 】

[This anchor is a commentator]

【...】

Perhaps due to the hardware limitations of the flip phone, although WeChat can be used, the other party's voice sounds blurry and mixed with a trace of electric sound.

"Didn't find it?" The other party's voice was a little cold, and slowed down as if he thought of something again, "It's on the plank bed on the top bunk, it's mine..."

Parker Feng didn't hear clearly and said "Huh?"

"She's my girlfriend."

The other person repeated it.

Parker Feng: ...

"Okay, I understand, I'll take a look again."

The other party added, "You must get it to the school gate before dark. She is very afraid of being alone."

Parker Feng hung up the phone.

Come on, this person is most likely to fall behind the ghost who just K!ssed him.

He tried to stand on tiptoe and looked up at the upper bunk.

It was still quiet up there, with no movement at all, and it didn't look like anyone was up there at all.

Due to a poor life in his early years and malnutrition in his childhood, Parker Feng's net height was only 171cm tall, and he was only 175cm tall when wearing shoes.

His height limited his performance. He couldn't see the full view of the upper bunk from the dormitory floor. But he was reluctant to climb up and explore it himself, and there was a thin layer of dust on the bunk ladder, which made it look a little dirty.

[Note: Hosts are asked to actively participate in plot exploration and interact with the audience]

Parker Feng gritted his teeth.

He had never experienced what it was like to work for others during his lifetime, and he never expected that he would have to work for a dog company after his death.

He looked around and saw a pack of paper towels on the messy desk. He pumped it frantically a dozen times, then walked to the sink in the dormitory, preparing to wet it and wipe the dust off the ladder.

There is a dusty mirror in front of the sink in this dormitory.

Parker Feng turned on the faucet, and after a few muffled popping sounds, a thin trickle of water flowed out.

He wet the tissue and looked in the mirror.

He still looks the same in the mirror.

She has long, flamboyant red hair tied behind her back, with unruly bangs that almost cover her left eye. Her skin is pale, her pupils are very light, and there is a dark mole just below her right eye.

His ear without a headset was penetrated by a strange-shaped ear bridge.

Many media outlets once reported on Parker Feng and rated him as a perfect artist, both in appearance and works.

And the vulnerability and ignorance he deliberately showed became the reason for the media to praise him.

Who could know that underneath this false skin, there is such a hypocritical and indifferent person.

The blurry figure in the mirror twitched the corner of his mouth.

Parker Feng wrung out the paper. The horror game mirror killing scene that he imagined would not happen.

A little disappointed.

He glanced at the live broadcast panel.

[Number of people in the live broadcast room: 59]

I saw on the barrage that he was showing a tendency to interact, so I immediately started posting.

[Anchor, why don’t you go up and take a look? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up]

[You have a pretty face. Say something nice and I will give you some gifts. It will help you live longer]

[Is the anchor’s hair real? Does he have a partner? Does he like a boy or a girl? 】

[What a pity. If you are so good-looking, you will die soon. If you don’t die, I might be able to buy you for five hundred a night. 】

Parker Feng walked towards the bunk bed. He saw the last barrage from the corner of his eye, and his eyes darkened, but he still had the right smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, thank you all for coming to watch my live broadcast."

"Anchors don't know how to say nice things. If you like them, you can learn to say them."

He spoke softly while wiping the bed ladder.

"My hair is real, I'm single, I like men."

There are more barrages.

Parker Feng grabbed the handrail next to the ladder and climbed up little by little. The thin layer of muscles on his arms bulged into a beautiful curve.

After climbing to a similar position, he looked up.

A pale face was facing him, almost touching his face, with dark eyes staring at him closely.

This face has no hair and no body, only a bloody spine connected to the bottom of the face.

"...Oh haha!"

Parker Feng swayed slightly, and with lightning speed, flicked a stack of dusty wet wipes onto the face of his roommate's girlfriend.

The barrage paused for a moment, and then a bunch of "?" appeared.

Parker Feng picked up the spine of the struggling face like a fish, and shook his head in disgust.

His face was splattered with a few drops of blood.

Then he smiled apologetically towards the live broadcast room.

"I'm sorry viewers, I'm a new anchor and don't know the rules very well. Please forgive me if there are any explanations that are not in place."

"Well...the anchor won't sell it, but if you suit my taste..."

Parker Feng threw the bloody face to the ground, then jumped off the ladder and stepped on it.

With a popping sound, there was a painful scream from the foot, and blood spurted out.

"If it suits my taste, free is not a problem."

He smiled tenderly towards the live broadcast room, his cold eyes obscured by bangs and broken hair.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was boiling.