SFS Chapter 383 Feeding
Chapter 383 Feeding
After appeasing Shi Ye, Mu Zhirui opened Douyin and searched for "Werewolf Master Tournament".
She hadn't forgotten her goal: to secretly hone her skills to her full potential and dazzle everyone around her.
The video pop-up was densely packed with links, but the one that impressed her the most was a pretty young woman.
On the first day, I didn't look at any information and directly picked up the four wolves without any strategy. On the second day, I was even more decisive and ended the game by simply using my knife.
Mu Zhirui didn't understand the operation at all, but she inexplicably felt it was amazing. She watched several of the girls' highlight videos and became more and more obsessed with them.
The edited version is fast-paced and exciting, with every word and action hitting the mark. Before you know it, an hour has passed.
Following the mentions below the video, she found the girl's Douyin account - Xiaomai (Werewolf Master Tournament).
Just as I was about to click "follow," I suddenly remembered the power of my main account. Every time I enter a live stream, it causes everyone to stand up. If I use my main account to follow, wouldn't that be like announcing that I'm learning how to play Werewolf?
I decisively switched to the smaller size.
Her alternate account only had a wealth level of 25, which she accumulated by casually giving away a few small gifts when she got excited after opening a rare card while playing a card-opening game. She was very low-key.
Upon entering Xiaomai's homepage, Mu Zhirui saw that the other party had not started broadcasting. She first followed her, then scrolled down to the comments and saw that a fan said there would be an exhibition match at noon today. She then immediately followed the official account of the Werewolf Master Tournament, set the time, and waited for the start.
With more than two hours to go before the match, Mu Zhirui cooked something to fill her stomach, went for a walk to digest, and returned just in time to start the live stream.
"Welcome everyone to the Werewolf Masters Tournament at noon sharp! Today is the second day of the exhibition match. I wonder what amazing plays the players will bring. I'm your commentator, Doubao!"
"I'm commentator Mao-san! The teachers have just started their broadcast, so let's boost the popularity votes first. Let's try to get 100,000 viewers to the live stream, let's go!"
In the live stream, a male and a female commentator sat in front of the camera. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. Mu Zhirui couldn't help but mutter: Is this Werewolf Master Tournament secretly judging people by their looks?
The number of viewers in the live stream increased rapidly, reaching 50,000 in just a few minutes. Fans kept sending popularity votes, the commentators campaigned for votes for a while, and the contestants entered the venue one after another. The camera quickly switched to the competition venue.
"Please welcome today's guests to introduce themselves one by one, starting with player number 1!"
Number 1 was a middle-aged man with a slightly weathered appearance. His name was Fanfa (meaning "Fighting the Law"), but his eyes were very bright, revealing an unconcealable wisdom. He simply said, "Hello everyone, I am Fanfa," without elaborating further.
"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaoquan (number 2)! I'm very happy to be here for today's exhibition match. If you like me, could you please follow my Douyin account 'Xiaoquan (Werewolf Master Tournament)'? Thank you!"
Upon hearing the voice, Mu Zhirui's eyes lit up.
It's the mature, older woman's voice she likes!
Looking at the girl in the video, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, she exuded a capable and somewhat friendly aura, instantly making her a top contender for attention.
Then, contestant number 3, Miaomiao, and contestant number 4, Bozhong, were introduced in turn. Every time a name was read, fans would flood the screen with messages like "Go Miaomiao!" and "Go Bozhong!" It was quite lively.
"Hello everyone, I'm Umaru."
The familiar name made Mu Zhirui sit up straight.
She became a fan of the contestants after watching their videos!
The camera focuses on Umaru, a girl with soft, chubby features and a sweet voice. When she smiles, her eyes crinkle into crescent moons, a stark contrast to the assertive image of her in the video clips, where she's seen naked, ruthlessly slapping a knife.
Mu Zhirui couldn't help but exclaim: Is this the legendary sense of contrast?
He looks harmless, but he's so cool on the field.
The self-introductions of the 12 contestants were over quickly. Based on first impressions alone, Mu Zhirui had already locked in two contestants: contestant number 2, Xiao Quan, and contestant number 5, Xiao Mai.
After the players drew their cards, they put on blindfolds one by one and entered the night. The audience outside the screen had an omniscient perspective. Mu Zhirui immediately saw the configuration of the first round: Seer, Witch, Hunter, White, and Mixer. And her favorite Xiao Quan and Xiao Mai were actually werewolves!
The four wolves opened their eyes, recognized their teammates, and smiled at each other. Umaru, number 5, was the first to raise her hand and make a "9" gesture, meaning "Knife number 9, number 9 is the witch."
Mu Zhirui stared at the bottom right corner of the screen. Under the name of player number 9, the identity column clearly stated "Witch." She was instantly shocked: How did they figure that out?
They didn't even talk that night, yet he could pinpoint the divination card at a glance?
The commentator exclaimed in amazement, "Xiao Mai's gesture clearly points to the Witch No. 9! It seems her ability to identify people is still incredibly accurate! Furthermore, it's clear she's also signaling to her teammates that one of them, No. 1 or No. 3, should send a guard, and that player No. 11 should also have an identity. This identification is absolutely brilliant!"
Wow!
All right!
Mu Zhirui's eyes were practically sparkling. She knew she hadn't misjudged them; these two contestants were just too amazing!
The Wolves decisively eliminated the number 9 witch, and since the witch couldn't heal herself, she could only poison someone instead.
Player number 9 had striking blond hair, which, combined with his handsome face, would normally be very eye-catching. However, Mu Zhirui was surrounded by too many handsome men and had long since become immune to them, so she just waited silently to see what he would do.
Unexpectedly, number 9 did not disappoint. He pursed his lips, looked around the arena, and actually poisoned another werewolf.
After the Wolves and their star player finished their maneuvers, the judge rang the bell: "It's dawn."
The comments section exploded instantly:
[ssani: Burai is as strong as ever! Starting with a sword on the witch, so daring!]
[LG.: It seems like 11's skill level has improved by leaps and bounds lately; he can even spot the wolf in sheep's clothing!]
[Call me Miss Ding: 11 is so handsome! He's definitely the most handsome professional Werewolf player ever!]
[Da Qiao: This girl-chaser is here too, and there's also the wolf, Leek. I feel like it's going to be another high-pressure game. Be prepared.]
[Stop looking at your phone while studying: Can you please stop predicting the game's failure before it even starts? Can't you just enjoy the game?]
Mu Zhirui was a little confused as she watched the banter in the live chat.
They haven't even made a formal statement yet, so why are they already attacking?
That's far too aggressive.
In contrast, the two commentators seemed to be used to it, and even smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Don't worry, everyone, it's only just dawn, there are still many more events to come, let's watch slowly."
Ke Muzhirui's premonition was correct; what happened next caused an uproar in the live chat.
As the witch who was the first to be stabbed, Number 9 immediately identified herself to the police and honestly said that she had poisoned the leeks.
As a result, the werewolf who was poisoned pretended to be confused while under the police's watch, showing no intention of self-destructing at all.
The director even gave Xiaomai and Xiaoquan a close-up, and Mu Zhirui could clearly see that the smiles on the two girls' faces instantly became unnatural.
The barrage of criticism against the "leeks" (a metaphor for exploiting consumers) immediately flooded the screen:
[Is this guy a complete idiot? Why isn't he self-destructing? He should just double-explode and take the sheriff's badge! A werewolf poisoned by the witch, expecting his teammates to self-destruct for him?]
[Can't you guys just quit this game already? Every time I come to the Masters tournament, it infuriates me. Why don't you just self-destruct and use your poison instead of saving the witch's poison for the New Year? Idiot!]
[This is definitely a blood pressure issue. Guys, I have to go check out the comments section first. Wait for me.]
[Wait for me! Let's go together! If you can't play, then get out. Don't come to the Masters tournament and hog your spot. The current competition is full of noobs, it's getting worse and worse to watch!]
[Don't insult him like that. He's not a witch. He probably thinks the witch is just trying to trick him. She wouldn't actually poison him, right? Besides, he has a high turnover rate, so it's normal for him to come.]
[Stupid is stupid, don't try to make excuses to glorify it!]
This was the first time Mu Zhirui had ever seen such a terrible atmosphere in the bullet comments, with the screen full of profanity and personal attacks. She couldn't help but wonder: Doesn't the organizer do anything about it?
"To be honest, I didn't understand this move by the leek either. Judging from this, his comment section is going to explode tonight." Unexpectedly, even the commentator said so, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Mu Zhirui frowned, feeling uncertain. She decided to wait and see what the two soothsayers would say.
Throughout the entire process, the leek still didn't self-destruct. In the end, the good guy gave the sheriff's badge to the real seer. When the judge announced "Number 9 and Number 12 are both dead," the leek was completely dumbfounded.
"No? The witch really poisoned me? I thought you were bluffing me! Well, there's nothing I can do, I'm a good person, I really don't know why she poisoned me, do I look like a wolf?" Leek's last words were completely devoid of any hints about his identity, he didn't reveal any wolf traps, and he didn't reveal his true identity either, he was only focused on questioning the witch.
Even if Mu Zhirui wasn't very good at playing Werewolf, she knew that this was a speech from a confirmed werewolf.
Why not find a wolf pit?
But tell me who you are!
They're already out of the game, what's the point of still worrying about whether they look like wolves?
Her blood pressure spiked, and she couldn't resist sending a comment using her alternate account:
[R: Vegetable ratio]
"Next, player number 9 will speak."
The camera cuts back to number 11, who first breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Looks like number 12 really is a wolf this time, I didn't poison the wrong person!" After a pause, he added with a bitter face, "Actually, I was under a lot of pressure! I was really afraid of poisoning the wrong person, after all, everyone knows my skill level."
As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted in the stadium, and even the commentators couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Mu Zhirui hadn't watched the previous matches and didn't know what was funny, but she found this 11th one very interesting.
He has a natural sense of humor and isn't pretentious.
And indeed, that was the case. His subsequent remarks were logical, packed with jokes, and even hinted at the wolf's trap.
Upon hearing this, Mu Zhirui burst out laughing. He had actually clicked on all the wrong wolf pits!
The remaining three iron wolves were not found, but three civilians were mistakenly identified as wolves. So, the previous poisoning of leeks was purely due to luck?
"Alright, that's enough for the speeches. I'd like to thank everyone who fed me." Mu Zhirui had noticed earlier that he was holding a few small slips of paper in his hand, and he started reading them aloud. "Thank you for the food, Cheese! Thank you for the food, Xiaoxiao! Looks like I won't be getting my last meal this time. I'll be going now!"
Feeding? Mu Zhirui was taken aback for a moment, then quickly sent a comment asking: [R: What is feeding?]
Her alt account was too low-level, and the chat was too noisy, so her message was immediately buried and ignored.
She patiently asked again, and this time a kind person finally replied.
[Can Leeks Get Lost?: @R Go search for the official account of the Masters Tournament on Weibo. There's a link to donate there, along with detailed instructions on how to do it. You'll understand it in no time.]
[R: @Can you get lost, leeks? Okay, thanks!]
Mu Zhirui quickly understood that the feeding rules of this Werewolf Master Tournament were actually similar to the live broadcast room rewards, except that the gifts were replaced with real food.
No wonder there were always drinks and snacks on the guests' tables. She had thought they were prepared by the production team, but it turned out they were all gifts from fans.
However, the prices for these meals are outrageous. A cup of Bawang Tea costs 140 yuan, which is six or seven times the price outside. A serving of steamed pork ribs is priced at 400 yuan. Any dish costs at least 100 yuan.
Besides feeding the guests, you can also give them bouquets. A single rose costs 30 yuan, and you have to give at least 20 roses. The lowest price is 600 yuan, which is unaffordable for ordinary fans.
Without hesitation, Mu Zhirui immediately ordered a glass of grape juice with succulent meat and a serving of braised pork ribs rice for Xiao Quan and Xiao Mai, spending 800 yuan.
When I finished filling out the information and switched back to the live stream, the real prophet had already received the badge and was arranging for the left-hand person to speak first.
However, the werewolf team's originally not bad situation was ruined by the leeks. In addition, the police officer in the small circle used the charge play to help his teammate pretend to be the seer and create momentum. After a round of speeches, except for Xiaomai, all the other werewolves were dragged into the werewolf pit.
"Player number 1 has finished speaking. Player number 2, please speak."
Xiao Quan put on the microphone, holding the feeding slip that the staff had just handed her. The food that Mu Zhirui had ordered was already laid out on the table.
"It's my turn. First of all, thank you everyone for the food." She said with a smile, "Thank you for the donuts, and thank you R for the food too, thank you so much!"
The live chat immediately became lively:
Thank you both! My little one is too thin, please eat more, waaaaah!
Is Boss R a newcomer? First time hearing this name! Trust me, lock in this high-end inner circle, you definitely won't regret it!
Xiaoquan's speech was very logical. Knowing that he was in the wolf's den, he tried his best to explain himself and deliberately dragged several good people in the outer positions into the wolf's den, thus helping the wolf team to salvage the situation.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Umaru decisively switched to the "backdoor" strategy, pretending to be on the side of the good guys while secretly hiding her identity.
However, the good players in this round didn't falter. Most of them identified the real seer and stood firm on their side, ultimately voting out the fake seer together.
As night fell, only two wolves, Xiaoquan and Xiaomai, remained on the field. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with tension.
The camera cuts back to the commentary booth, where Doubao sighs: "Xiaoquan and Maizijie had such a tough time this round! If Jiucai had self-destructed back then, the wolf team would have had a chance to turn the game around with their double self-destruction and the sheriff's badge. But he insisted on gambling with the witch's mentality and gave himself away for nothing. His speech was even more unbearable to watch... I'll start criticizing first, but please be gentle with your criticism."