RoleplayNovel Chapter 198 Two Barrels of Oil
Chapter 198 Two Barrels of Oil
The dean also let out a long sigh of relief, slumped back in his office chair, and laughed out loud, his voice still tinged with uncontainable excitement:
"That was so exciting! They really pulled out! I need to catch my breath, this old man's heart needs to catch its breath."
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chest, but a wide smile played on his lips. The tension of the extreme evacuation made his heart beat vividly and passionately for the first time in a long time.
The live stream chat exploded instantly, with messages of celebration and banter flooding the screen, completely covering it.
[Extreme Escape! This smokescreen technique is legendary!]
[Exciting!]
[Someone come and change the dean's pants!]
Wow! This dark room smoke mixing technique really works! I've learned it!
[Upside-down hair washing cancelled! Popularity votes are being processed at lightning speed!]
[Make this into a tutorial video! My oil leaks will finally be saved from future tool breakage issues!]
Jiang Feng smiled as he looked at the comments, his tone calm and collected, displaying the composure of a master:
"Is this the limit? This move could be pushed to the limit by another half a second. Don't worry, everyone, I'll edit a tutorial video after I finish the stream. This move isn't actually that difficult. Just remember the location and the timing of throwing the smoke. However, if you're carrying weights, you need to start running a second in advance."
There were comments flooding the screen:
The other side must be an idiot, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to escape at all.
Jiang Feng immediately waved his hand and explained:
"It has nothing to do with whether the other side is stupid or not. If the smoke is well-placed, you can't see anyone at all. Plus, with this critical timing, the other side doesn't really have any solutions. If there's any countermeasure, there's only one—clear out the dark room before you leave."
"Let's see if the other side posts any first-person perspective videos tomorrow. You'll know once you see them."
As he spoke, he didn't forget to ask the audience for a treat, laughing and shouting, "I've successfully withdrawn, what happened to the popularity votes?"
[Here's a vote for you!]
[Popularity tickets have been given out, hurry up and finish the tutorial videos!]
With Jiang Feng's current popularity, he's already qualified to start competing on the popularity charts.
On the other side, the dean was staring down at his evacuation panel, looking at his backpack full of red and gold coins, and the gleaming 1100 million in profit, muttering to himself:
"Wow, this is amazing! This one game is worth ten of my previous ones! No wonder everyone likes playing with you, Xiao Jiang, you're really something!"
Jiang Feng chuckled and chimed in, adding a word of advice: "This is nothing, Dean. Making money is all about luck; to really make a steady profit, you have to resort to murder and robbery."
"That raid in the black room just now, if it weren't for its educational value, I would have rushed out and stolen the map-clearing team. Dean, you'd have at least 1500 million gold to retreat, believe it or not!"
The comments section overwhelmingly agreed:
No hair!
To play Delta Force, you have to be greedy; otherwise, what's the point of playing Delta Force?
[You could never spend all the money you wanted!]
"1500 million?"
The dean said in a daze:
"Once I've amassed enough assets, enough to reach 1 billion Haff coins, I'll start killing people! Then it'll be 60-year-old Deng slaughtering the spacefaring community! Don't report me then!"
The viewers in the live stream burst into laughter. Everyone thought the director was joking, after all, his marksmanship, which made even shooting bots difficult, was well-known. The screen was filled with comments like:
"No, no, please be lenient, Dean!"
Ignoring the teasing comments in the live chat, the dean glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of his computer screen and suddenly became anxious:
"Hurry, hurry! Lunch break is almost over, we have to go back to work soon!"
To play just one more game of Delta Force, this dean is now making the most of his lunch break.
This is truly addictive.
The dean was even secretly wondering if he should consider retiring early, since going to work was clearly interfering with his gaming!
Jiang Feng didn't dawdle. He equipped himself with a single click, then immediately started the game without saying a word, shouting:
"Let's go! It's the last round, let's try to give the dean one last boost!"
Matching completed, the spawn point refreshed, and the two immediately turned pale – prison three.
The dean looked at the screen, asking earnestly:
"Having been released from prison and given a knife-wielding experience, do you have any good advice?"
Jiang Feng, holding the microphone, deliberately spoke in a serious tone:
"I have only one suggestion for the third prisoner, the one who runs the knife."
"Search for Jiang Feng on Douyin and watch Jiang Feng's videos."
"Jiang Feng's videos will make you forget the unpleasantness and pain of your birth in prison."
"After watching, about 15 minutes will have passed, and you can go out and eat leftovers. But remember to like and save this post."
The first half of his sentence sounded convincing, but the second half completely exposed his true colors. The dean burst into laughter, and the viewers in the live stream joined in the laughter.
I've said it countless times, the suspension bridge in the eastern part of S2 cannot be opened.
Jiang Feng and the dean lay obediently on the ground.
The dean couldn't sit still. He kept examining the newly acquired Compassion Blade, turning it over and over incessantly. The light and shadow of the blade flickered on the screen, and the old man's face was full of joy, like a child who had received a new toy.
Jiang Feng smiled as he watched, thinking to himself that it was a pity he didn't play M4 or Viktor today, otherwise he could have shown the Dean some top-tier skins and broadened his horizons.
And so, the two of them lay motionless in the cell for 15 minutes without moving an inch, not idle for a moment.
The students in the dormitory took the opportunity to come over and chat, and they talked to the dean about school matters.
At first, everyone was hesitant to speak up, but later they all opened up.
"Dean, the water heater on the first floor of our School of Information Science and Technology's teaching building has been broken for half a semester and no one has fixed it. We have to go all the way to the second floor to get water."
Without a second thought, the dean immediately decided, "We'll fix it! I'll coordinate with the logistics department right away, and it must be done within three days!"
"And the rubber on the school's tennis courts is all rotten; it's painful and slippery to walk on. When will it be repaired?"
"This matter needs to be reported to the school's general affairs office; it's not something our School of Information Science can decide on its own," the dean paused, then added, "but I'll coordinate first and try to get it on the agenda as soon as possible so as not to delay your game."
They chatted animatedly, and everyone realized that this usually serious dean was actually very easygoing and genuinely cared about the students' little things.
At this point, a comment from a senior student mentioned something: N years ago, the campus network was terrible; even browsing the web was laggy, and playing games was out of the question. The senior students went to complain, but many teachers just brushed them off.
The dean happened to be passing by that day, stood there listening for a long time, and promised on the spot that he would definitely upgrade the campus network.
Later, everyone learned that the dean had personally coordinated with several departments and spent almost a month working on it before finally getting the campus network working properly, resulting in a several-fold increase in internet speed.
One generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade.
Jiang Feng was able to broadcast live to his heart's content today thanks to the senior student who stood up for him and the wise dean!
The comments section was filled with praise for the dean, expressing envy for having such an approachable dean.
The dean was beaming with joy at the praise, waving his hands and saying repeatedly, "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's my duty," his eyes full of smiles.
After lying down for 15 minutes, the entire cell block was quiet.
The two headed towards Prison 2, and only after sneaking inside did they discover that none of the supplies in Prison 2 had been touched, indicating that no one had been spawned there.
The dean's eyes lit up. Without standing on ceremony with Jiang Feng, he rushed straight to the second floor, rummaging through the containers while muttering the same familiar sacrificial incantation.
Jiang Feng stayed on the first floor, familiar with the two fixed painting spots.
He crouched down and glanced at the screen, his fingers paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up instantly, and he whispered into the microphone:
"Dean! Stop reading! It's getting oily!"
Below the screen next to the spawn point of Prison 2, there was a shiny barrel of aviation fuel, its metal casing gleaming in the dim light.
Jiang Feng marked the spot and then immediately turned and ran towards another oiling point in the direction of the railway tracks.
Upon seeing this, their eyes lit up even more, and their voices through the microphone were tinged with excitement:
"Holy crap, Dean! I'm rich! There's even a barrel of oil on the railroad tracks! Double the butter!"