Chapter 833: Chapter 797: The Short Lü’er and His Tall Ballot Box

"Nearly all the lower-class people are in position." At this moment, a photographer approached Teacher Slaughter and whispered in his ear.

Only then did Teacher Slaughter pull his mind out of his memories and look at the square.

This is the largest square at the center of Pleasure Heavenly City, and he was almost standing in the middle, so he had a full view of the entire square.

He saw that those lower-class people were already standing obediently in front of the voting boxes.

There were a total of two hundred lower-class people who had entered Pleasure Heavenly City. They stood with the voting boxes encircling the edge of the central square, each separated by a few meters. From above, these people formed a giant circle, surrounding the entire square.

At the center of the square were the Upper Class People who had come to watch the program. Around the large screen was a circular glass canopy, and underneath the canopy were the seats for the Upper Class People.

The program hadn’t started yet, and most of the Upper Class People didn’t abide by the rules to sit in the seating area. Instead, they roamed around, casting malicious glances at each of the standing lower-class people.

The lower-class people had already been stunned by the grandeur here; they stood cautiously and reservedly behind the voting boxes. Whenever an Upper Class Person passed by, their backs would involuntarily bend, heads lowered deeply, as if afraid to be seen, showing a cowardly, hopeless expression.

Teacher Slaughter raised his arm to glance at his watch: "Eight forty, there are still twenty minutes until the official start of the program. Tell the sound engineer to turn on the sound, the follow-cams can also be launched, and have the logistics prepare those things in the sky..."

Things in the sky.

Chu Changge raised his head to look at the sky.

It seemed Teacher Slaughter’s program this time had something to do with the sky.

"Zhao Si..." At this moment, a hand patted the shoulder of the photographer who was talking to Teacher Slaughter.

Who was Zhao Si? The photographer had this question on his mind as he turned to look.

He saw standing behind him a man with a hooked nose and short black hair, but he did not recognize the man nor knew why the man called him "Zhao Si."

looked at the bow tie at the photographer’s neckline, then saw the puzzled expression on his face; she realized she had probably mistaken him for someone else.

She didn’t suffer from face blindness, but the exterior of Upper Class People all seemed as if they had rolled in a flour pile, unlike her kind.

If not for the color of their hair, all the Upper Class People looked nearly the same to her, making it difficult for her to spot Chu Changge within the crowd.

Hence, the two decided to tie a black bow tie with white dots at the neckline for distinction.

had initially thought this pattern wouldn’t be hard to miss, but unexpectedly, she indeed ran into a matching outfit.

Awkwardly, she swept her eyes over the black bow tie with white dots at the photographer’s neckline and then looked at another photographer beside him, whose neckline was donned with a tie.

She even lowered her head to check Teacher Slaughter’s neckline, though she recalled Chu Changge’s transformed height wasn’t that short.

Teacher Slaughter’s neckline also had a bow tie pinned, albeit in pink, which he particularly adored.

"I’m here." Just when 007 had lowered her head to look at Teacher Slaughter’s pink bow tie, Chu Changge’s voice came from behind her.

turned around, seeing Chu Changge standing right behind her.

She awkwardly added, "Oh, you’re here; this person’s clothing was too similar to yours, I didn’t recognize you at first glance from behind."

Teacher Slaughter was clearly uninterested in dwelling over the intricate issue of "who Zhao Si is" with these strangers.

He raised his head to glance at the sky, noticing the follow-cams used for filming had already risen up, and the preparations he made in the air were gradually gathering over here.

007, seeing Teacher Slaughter’s gaze, also followed and looked up.

At first, she noticed many follow-cams flying in the sky; these machines had a pair of wings and flew in the sky like flying insects, emitting a gentle buzzing sound.

But soon, she was attracted by something different—a large gray mass was gathering from the sky around the square.

As it approached, 007 finally saw clearly what they were.

"Balloons?"

And they were sizable balloons.

They varied in shape; some were blood-stained knives, others were skulls symbolizing death.

Of course, there were also more normal, sunny ones, as 007 saw a large sun balloon swaying towards them.

These were all hot air balloons.

Soon, they gathered above the central square, completely casting the square in shadows.

Meanwhile, nigh-deafening music suddenly resounded; it was the music of Paradise World, whose name 007 didn’t know, only feeling a hint of madness and excitement within it.

"It’s about time!" Teacher Slaughter beside her exclaimed with joy as he quickly moved to the center of the square, climbing onto the platform beneath the large screen using both hands and feet.

The platform under the screen wasn’t big, flanked by two person-tall speakers on each side.

saw Teacher Slaughter, not knowing from where, take out a microphone, clear his throat, and lift it to his mouth: "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet—"

Simultaneously, the photographers kept the camera trained on Teacher Slaughter’s face, and the large screen on the platform also showed his pale face in real-time.

But as Teacher Slaughter was somewhat short, the photographer had to bend over when filming him.

"He’s a host." Before, 007 didn’t know Teacher Slaughter; this was their first encounter.

"In five minutes, our splendid program will begin; all audience members, please head to the audience section. As you can see, the round glass canopy around me is the seating area for everyone."

Quite a few Upper Class People had already arrived at the central square.

Other Upper Class People were now passing by 007 and Chu Changge, mumbling.

"What kind of show are they pulling."

"Isn’t the first stage supposed to listen to those filthy lower-class people’s speeches? Yet he erected a glass canopy and brought so many hot air balloons, no idea what he’s planning."

"Though the first stage is about listening to lower-class people’s speeches, just watching speeches isn’t much fun, and each residential area has hundreds of lower-class people. Listening to each of them speak is really too tedious. I’ve heard even the hosts of other residential areas added their own programs at this stage; I’m guessing the balloons above are Teacher Slaughter’s program."

"Hope it’s an exciting program." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

At this point, Chu Changge and 007 also arrived under the glass canopy. Here, many chairs were set up, as well as long tables filled with exquisite foods, allowing the Upper Class People to enjoy meals while watching the program.

Looking up was transparent glass, an unobstructed view of the scenes overhead, allowing a clear sight of the various balloons.

At this moment, a ghost-face balloon was hovering over the glass canopy. 007 watched the ghost-face balloon, feeling slightly anxious.

She looked toward Gu Mian’s direction.

Gu Mian was grouped with other lower-class people encircling the square’s perimeter, now standing in front of box 1118, studying the box before him.

And Mr. Green...

didn’t see Mr. Green at first glance; he was really too short, entirely hidden by the voting boxes, with only a slight bit of scalp showing.