Many things indicate that improving health comes after passing scripts in the escape reality shows and earning points. However, he caught one key point. He frowned, studying Yan Chuan’s still somewhat pale face, hesitating slightly: “Is your health… suitable for discharge?”
Sang Qi felt a bit worried inside. Yan Chuan looked so slender that he could probably wrap his arm around his waist with one hand; would he really fully recover after just a few scripts? Why was he in such a hurry to leave the rehabilitation center?
Yan Chuan replied, “It’s fine.” He smiled, the curve of his lips eliciting a heart-stirring reaction: “The doctor has agreed to my discharge request.”
“But I may trouble you during this time,” the delicate and beautiful young man showed a trace of distress: “Would you mind?”
Sang Qi felt a tug at his heart when he saw Yan Chuan frowning; he couldn’t even think to ask why Yan Chuan was so eager to leave. He immediately replied, “How could that be possible?” He was hardly able to take care of himself. Yet his response seemed slightly offensive, as it was their first real meeting in the outside world. Sang Qi quickly changed his words: “I live alone in City A; I can manage by myself, so you don’t need to feel too much burden.”
Yan Chuan just nodded.
On the way to Sang Qi’s residence, they chatted. Most of the conversation was Sang Qi straining to find topics while Yan Chuan replied vaguely with one or two sentences. But receiving any answers satisfied Sang Qi; just thinking about Yan Chuan staying with him in the villa for some time made him unable to contain his excitement.
“Did you go into another script?” Sang Qi asked casually, glancing at the passenger seat: “What script is it?”
“A detective script,” Yan Chuan thought for a moment: “It’s called ‘Live Battle’.”
Live Battle? What kind of script is that? Why does it feel like no one around him has gone into this one? Sang Qi was a bit curious: “What role did you get in it?”
To his surprise, that simple question made Yan Chuan silent for a moment. Sang Qi patiently waited.
After a while, a voice finally came from the passenger seat.
“Cross-dressing streamer.” Sang Qi heard Yan Chuan’s quiet response, which sounded a bit uncomfortable.
Cross-dressing… wait, a cross-dressing streamer?
The author has something to say:
Good, let this dog lick his wife first.
(Some readers said they forgot who he was; this character was obtained as a lover in the first script and wanted to meet his wife offline after leaving the script.)
Chapter 64: Prison Island 1
Yan Chuan fell silent. He shrank back into his seat, his body language expressing his unwillingness to continue discussing the matter.
“Yes,” Yan Chuan mumbled, his delicate brows furrowing slightly in displeasure: “The identity is a streamer.”
What about the cross-dressing? Sang Qi was curious, almost asking but swallowing the question back instead.
In his peripheral vision, he saw the pale and handsome youth curled up in the seat, some of his cheeks hidden behind his dark hair, making his face appear even smaller. He slightly tilted his head, his long lashes drooping, clearly in a bad mood.
Sang Qi had the ability to read the situation; he wisely dropped the probing question about “what women’s clothing did you wear” and coughed lightly: “The detective scripts shouldn’t be dangerous, right?”
“Mm,” Yan Chuan acknowledged: “Not dangerous, just the tasks are quite tricky.”
Moreover, he was still considering what Qi Yan had told him. Yan Chuan turned his head, the scenery flashing by outside the car window reflected in his eyes, and suddenly asked,
“Sang Qi, do you know how the escape reality shows came to be?”
Sang Qi’s thoughts were captured by this question. He glanced at Yan Chuan’s slightly furrowed brows and adopted a serious tone: “How exactly did the escape reality shows appear and recruit contestants?”
Yan Chuan nodded.
“I’m not very clear on this either,” Sang Qi said seriously: “The escape shows appeared suddenly. The first contestant received an application from the shows one day and thought it was a prank at first. Later, they discovered that even throwing away the flyer would still lead to it appearing at home.”
“The timeline was about two years ago,” Sang Qi paused at a traffic light, turning his head to speak to Yan Chuan: “The forum also started up when a contestant obtained a prop in a script.”
“Who was that contestant?” Yan Chuan asked.
Sang Qi shook his head: “I don’t know… It should be one of the top ten on the points leaderboard.”
“My time in the escape shows has been relatively short,” Sang Qi said truthfully: “I’ll ask other contestants and let you know.”
Not getting an answer was already within Yan Chuan’s expectations. After all, when the flyer initially came into his hospital room, he felt something was off. Yan Chuan asked the nurse, and she said she hadn’t seen any strangers enter that day.
Since no strangers appeared, the flyer must have materialized in Yan Chuan’s hospital room by itself.
Yan Chuan recalled the contents of the flyer, speculating that perhaps the escape shows appear when they detect a clear wish.
That flyer, did it show up because the escape show detected his desire to “survive”?
Yan Chuan pursed his lips.
Since the escape shows suddenly appeared in the world, what about the scripts within the escape shows and the unidentified viewers in the live streams?
Are they also people from the real world, scattered around, finding enjoyment in the various experiences of contestants in the scripts?
Yan Chuan leaned more towards believing that the NPCs in the scripts and the viewers did not belong to this world.
However, he couldn’t be sure; more experience in the escape shows would be needed to uncover deeper truths.
But for now, Yan Chuan glanced at Sang Qi, who was focused on driving and occasionally stealing glances at him. He smiled slightly, his lips curving into a gentle arc: “Then thank you.”