Chapter 52: Please Be My Teammate

“Mr. Ji, I could easily escape, but what about you?”
“I’m afraid that the moment the iron door is breached, you’ll be torn to pieces.”

Hearing the note of amusement in the boy’s voice, Ji Linmo sensed something was amiss.

The youth before him seemed to be scheming again.

“What are you plotting this time?”
Ji Linmo’s brows nearly twisted themselves into a knot.

“Let me think… As expected, I still want you to call me ‘Master’…”

As the boy smiled mischievously at him, Ji Linmo’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

Damn lunatic!

All day long with this ‘Master’ nonsense—what are high schoolers learning these days?

At this moment, the boy before him was, in Ji Linmo’s eyes, an utterly incomprehensible madman.

“Just kidding. No need to look so terrified.”

With that, the youth propped Ji Linmo up by the arm, helping him stand.

“I want us to become teammates. Right now, I don’t belong to your current game, but as long as we’re teammates, I’ll be able to leave with you when you exit.”

Teammates?

Ji Linmo sneered inwardly.

Who would team up with a kid like this?

—In the Thrilling World, players could invite others to be teammates.

But this was no blessing.

Because when entering the next round, as each player draws their own scenario, the system would select the most difficult one drawn among all teammates for everyone to play together.

In other words, forming a team greatly increased the chance of facing high-difficulty scenarios, and with it, the risk of death.

After all, there are times when luck is on your side and you draw a relatively simple C-level scenario.

But what about your teammates?

Can you guarantee all of them draw C-level as well?

So long as one draws something higher, you all enter that more dangerous world.

Moreover, in the Thrilling World, forming a team is easy, but breaking the bond is hard.

To become teammates, a simple gesture and an invite via the prompt bar is enough.

But to sever the bond, you must find a specific item in a designated scenario.

“Qin Feng, I can’t trust you—and to be frank, I dislike you.”

“And most importantly, you have such a jinxed face, I fear we’d be pulled into S-level scenarios every day.”

Ji Linmo’s expression was indifferent as he stared unblinkingly at the door, fingers tightening around the whip in his hand.

Five minutes.

He only needed five minutes to recover.

But, Mr. Ji, weren’t you sent here to save me?”
Suddenly, Qin Feng’s tone changed, inexplicably aggrieved.

“Why are you so hostile to a kid like me, refusing to save me? Can’t we just team up?”

This made a crack appear in Ji Linmo’s perpetually calm, mask-like face.

“Are you joking?”

“Not at all.” Qin Feng tugged Ji Linmo back, step by step.

“If you’re angry about that photo just now, I apologize.”

“I never sent it, really. If you don’t believe me, you can check.”

[*@#@￥]
[Today is: Day 14]
[Time left until the game ends: 00:00:09]
[Players remaining in this scenario: ?%￥#]

Ji Linmo glanced at the game timer, then shifted his gaze to the message prompt.

[Player Qin Feng has sent a message in the player channel. Please check.]

[Player Qin Feng: Everyone, the ‘Miracle Worker’ Ji Linmo has entered this world. Do you know what our relationship is now? That’s right! We’re already teammates!]

[Player Qin Feng: Photo]

In the photo, a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man with long legs stands in the corridor, dressed in a black trench coat, one slender, well-jointed hand lifting something.

That was taken when he picked up Zhu Jun!

When did Qin Feng even take that photo?

“Mr. Ji, see? I’ve shown my sincerity.”

Qin Feng’s smile was bright, as if genuinely delighted.

“I haven’t revealed your secret. If we become teammates, I’d be happy to keep it for life.”

“But otherwise… well, we’re both likely to die here anyway, and with you treating me so poorly, why should I keep quiet? Why not go a little mad and let everyone know your little secrets?”

Ji Linmo narrowed his eyes.

Thud, thud, thud!

The iron door had already caved in. In another ten seconds, it would be completely smashed.

“Tell me, are you confident you can get us past this attack?”

Ji Linmo lifted his chin, hinting.

“They really seem to have lost it. If I remember right, the rules of Building One in Ruolan Community say that only at night can wandering players be attacked—inside the dorms should be safe.”

“Of course.” Qin Feng remained calm and nonchalant.

“You haven’t seen my prowess yet, Mr. Ji.”

“I’m a master with a blade. My skills are second to none. Otherwise, as a student, how would I have survived until now?”

Ji Linmo recalled the video footage, Qin Feng killing as effortlessly as breathing.

It was true.

This eighteen-year-old youth was indeed a master of murder and arson.

[*@#@￥]
[Today is: Day 14]
[Time left until the game ends: 00:00:07]
[Players remaining in this scenario: ?%￥#]

Only one more minute.

If the iron door could hold for two, then…

Boom!

The iron door shattered.

Ma Jianguo, Gu Yulan, Nie Xiaolan, Nie Haohao, the residents of 101 on the first floor, and other malevolent spirits Ji Linmo couldn’t recognize all burst in.

“Oh dear, my hand slipped,” Qin Feng said, watching the ghosts rush in as he released Ji Linmo, letting him fall to the floor.

“Looks like this is goodbye. Good luck to you.”

“Wait—I agree to your terms,” Ji Linmo said, brows knitted tightly.

Damn, just a little more time!

“What’s that?”

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, a mocking glint in those pretty, almond-shaped eyes.

“I can’t quite hear you. Isn’t there a certain way you’re supposed to ask someone to be your teammate?”

“Oh my, Mr. Ji, you’re old enough to be my uncle. Don’t you know the ways of the world?”

A vein throbbed at Ji Linmo’s temple; the youth before him had never looked more punchable.

And he was only eight years older than Qin Feng, hardly old enough to be an uncle—at most, a big brother.

“Qin Feng, please be my teammate. Is that enough?”