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With the cassava filling their stomachs, everyone's spirits lifted significantly. They began to gather around the campfire, sharing laughter, and the gloom that had lingered for days seemed to dissipate.
Since they were in the jungle, it felt inappropriate to discuss topics related to urban life. Their conversation meandered back to this so-called Survival Game.
Gu Ze and his group had not been in the game for even a week, so the only person they could ask was Xu Nuan, who had not participated in their discussions.
“How many groups of participants are there in this game?” Gu Ze asked, wearing a harmless smile as he fixed his gaze on Xu Nuan.
It is said that one should not strike a smiling face; despite Xu Nuan's reluctance to engage with them, she felt compelled to respond. However, Tang Jingshu, sitting next to Xu Nuan, noticed her brow twitching slightly.
“Counting you all, there are three groups of players,” Xu Nuan replied in a soft and calm voice that was pleasant to hear and not at all tedious. It was hard to imagine how such a voice would sound if it ever turned sharp.
“The first batch of players entered about three months ago. I belong to the second batch, which came in a month ago, and then there are you five.”
After her brief response, Xu Nuan fell silent.
Gu Ze continued to smile warmly, radiating a gentle glow like jade. His sharply defined features gave him a masculine charm that made him quite captivating.
“Do you know how many players there are in total?” he asked.
It was still the same saying; facing such a smiling face, Xu Nuan couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
"The first batch is unknown to me, but our batch has twenty-five people."
"Wow, that means we have the fewest in our batch," Tang Jingshu quickly interjected, noticing Xu Nuan's brows twitching intensely, hoping to ease the tension and avoid an awkward atmosphere.
"Do you know much about the other Players?"
After asking, Tang Jingshu realized it was a pointless question. Xu Nuan was always indifferent towards others, and it seemed she preferred to remain quiet among the Second Batch Players.
However, Xu Nuan's response surprised her.
"There are a few I'm familiar with, but aside from one who can't continue the game, the others should still be progressing through the challenges."
Xu Nuan seemed to recall something, warmth and fear flickering in her eyes.
Gu Ze, who had been watching Xu Nuan closely, noticed this moment and was about to ask something when Deng Yinyin, unable to contain herself, chimed in.
"Why can't that person continue playing?"
Though she asked this question, Deng Yinyin was more focused on scrutinizing Xu Nuan. Unlike them, who wore professional outfits that accentuated their curves, Xu Nuan was dressed in an orange Tactical Jacket that obscured her figure. Her hair was pulled back high, and she wore no makeup—she looked too plain. How could such an ordinary person attract Gu Ze's attention?
Deng Yinyin furrowed her brows in confusion.
Xie Huai and Xu Hang wisely chose to remain silent, opting to observe the interactions among the others. The intense physical exertion of recent days had left them utterly exhausted, and they had little interest in the undercurrents swirling around these individuals.
Xu Nuan, however, did not perceive this as an undercurrent. Ignoring Deng Yinyin's slightly disdainful gaze, she spoke in a tone as calm as if she were commenting on the pleasantness of the stars that night.
"He’s dead, so he naturally can’t continue the game."
That scene haunted Xu Nuan like a nightmare, lingering in her mind night after night. Yet now, as she realized she could speak of it so matter-of-factly, she understood that she was truly prepared.
Prepared for death in this game.
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