What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C11.2

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Chp11. part2

Ning Ge’s mind went blank for a moment, then she quickly snapped back to reality. Luckily, Pei Han wasn’t thinking about lions.

“Secretary Ge” was the same as “Miss Shi,” so there was no problem, probably because it was a character name.

“Secretary Ge” looked troubled: “President Wei, I tried last time, Miss Shi doesn’t answer unknown numbers.”

Pei Han, his face tense, paced a few more steps, then suddenly kicked the desk with a thud, “How could it be her!”

Without needing Owen’s voice-over effects, his kick was powerful enough to leave a large hole in the prop desk.

One judge finally smiled, but most remained unresponsive.

Pei Han placed his hands on the table and began his monologue.

“Why didn’t I realize sooner that it was Xiao Nian? It was clearly Xiao Nian, I should have known. Remember the car accident…”

His words abruptly stopped.

Ning Ge’s mind was filled with only one thought: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Pei Han, what kind of car is that?!

A deafening crash echoed from behind the stage set.

It was a car.

An incredibly large, ridiculously oversized truck, moving at breakneck speed, smashed through the set with a thunderous roar.

Its headlights blazed, its massive front end bared its teeth, showing no sign of braking, hurtling straight towards Ning Ge and Pei Han.

Ning Ge felt herself being pulled by a tremendous force, spinning wildly and flipping several times.

When Ning Ge came to her senses, she and Pei Han had tumbled to the side of the stage.

The heavy truck had almost grazed Ning Ge and Pei Han with its wheels, hurtling wildly towards the audience, only to disappear the instant it left the stage area.

Luckily, Pei Han reacted quickly.

Pei Han had casually mentioned a “car accident,” making both of them think of cars, and the stage maliciously brought a terrifying truck onto the stage.

The sudden appearance of a large truck on stage finally elicited a reaction from the judges. They weren’t surprised at all, instead, a burst of cheerful laughter erupted.

The stage was smug: “[You two would never pass this round. You don’t understand. What everyone really wants to see is my three-meter-tall truck!

Ning Ge mentally countered: “A tree in the bedroom is illogical, but driving a car in the office is perfectly reasonable, huh?”

“[Boring is the original sin. Everything must give way to the effect,’ the stage retorted. [It’s a pity we couldn’t crush you two into mud, otherwise the stage effect would have been even more ideal!]” [It’s right, the judges all approved it.]

[Key Plot Point (3/5)]

After stepping off the stage, Ning Ge said, “It seems the plot needs to get more and more exaggerated.”

“Exactly,” Pei Han agreed, “The judges must react.”

The stage was right, the more stimulating, the better.

Ning Ge decided, “If it wants to be exaggerated, we’ll proactively give it something exaggerated.”

Proactively providing something exaggerated while keeping everything under control is actually safer.

The key plot point for the next scene is: the male lead resolutely waits outside the female lead’s house in the pouring rain, but the female lead never comes downstairs.

Pei Han looked at the stage, “Since it’s in the rain, let it pour.”

“Pei Han, I’ve noticed something else,” Ning Ge said, “The stage can talk to both of us at the same time, but it hasn’t used this to lead us to think about dangerous things.”

Otherwise, if the stage casually said something like “a volcanic eruption, lava everywhere,” leading them to think about lava, they would be doomed immediately.

Pei Han agreed, “It wanted to kill so much, but didn’t. It’s not that it didn’t want to, but that it couldn’t.”

The stage had its own limitations, too.

Owen’s narration was almost finished when the stage automatically transitioned to the next scene: a street. At one end of the street, a building set appeared, complete with a window serving as the female lead’s room.

Ning Ge walked behind the set and stood still. Pei Han went to the streetlight in the centre of the “street” on stage.

As soon as the curtain opened, Pei Han and Ning Ge exchanged a glance.

With a single thought, a torrential downpour began on stage.

The rain was ridiculously heavy, a white, continuous sheet of water, as if someone were diligently pouring buckets of water down.

Pei Han, in the centre of the stage, was instantly soaked.

His hair hung over his forehead, his clothes were completely wet, clinging to his body and revealing his broad shoulders and slender waist.

Immediately, a judge lowered her head and ticked a box.

The Stage gives its Notes: [Seems pretty good. If we get him completely naked, he might pass immediately.]

This was definitely a mass message, because Ning Ge saw Pei Han’s speechless expression.

One judge’s approval wasn’t enough, most didn’t react.

Ning Ge was standing “indoors,” where it wasn’t raining. She looked at him through the window, then at the judges below, thinking: A downpour doesn’t seem to be working, we need to add more.

Ning Ge subtly made a wave-like gesture towards Pei Han.

Pei Han nodded slightly. The next second, a huge wave of floodwater rushed out from behind the set, engulfing him.

Pei Han reached out and firmly gripped the nearby light pole, the rushing floodwater reaching his waist.

Ning Ge thought Pei Han’s guess was right. The stage can’t actively manipulate things to kill him, like making the light pole suddenly loose, or conjuring up a crocodile in the floodwater to eat him. They can only rely on the two of them to have the idea of ​​killing him themselves.

A voice suddenly came from the stage, its tone resentful: “[You’re thinking about crocodiles, so why isn’t he thinking about crocodiles? Neither of you leads has any chemistry.]”

It’s better if you don’t have that kind of chemistry.

The floodwaters rose, and finally, another judge bowed their heads and ticked the box.

But the other judges remained seated, unmoved.

Ning Ge thought, “He’s already in such a sorry state, and he still won’t pass?”

Just then, he heard someone speaking backstage.

It sounded like the guy with green hair’s voice, “It’s raining so hard, and it’s still not enough? Does it have to rain knives?”

Despite the strong winds and heavy rain on stage, this low complaint strangely pierced through the howling wind and rain, clearly reaching Ning Ge’s ears.