As Yan Chuan repeatedly confirmed that he wasn’t mistaken, the variety show had already begun.
His fingers paused, and he was transported to Apartment No. 13.
At the same time, thousands of “viewers” flooded into the live broadcast room.
They could overview the performances of various contestants in the escape variety show’s main live stream or enter individual contestant rooms. Since the escape variety shows launched, the viewership has remained high.
The audience watched contestants perform excellently, poorly, or desperately trying to please viewers at the expense of betraying their teammates for tips… The new contestants added even more excitement, showcasing raw and primal fear. With a little tipping, they could make the contestants do anything.
The “viewers” did not hide their malicious thoughts towards the contestants.
Exciting scenes unfolded every day, with thousands of contestants in the escape variety shows providing plenty of entertainment for these thrill-seeking “viewers.”
After watching many times, however, boredom inevitably set in.
This time was no different in the multi-person variety show, Apartment No. 13, a typical supernatural side story with little to catch the eye.
Viewers thinking this way mindlessly clicked into the live broadcast room, casually searching for information and identities of the contestants.
[This time it’s a multi-person variety show!]
[I see a few new faces; some have played… Hey, why is a stunning beauty here too?]
[Okay, based on looks, he’s my type, so fair and pretty. But escape variety shows don’t judge based on looks, you know; it’s a hassle to look like this.]
[Let’s go check out his live room; I got the role of an unfaithful wife… Is the escape variety show joking?]
[So now I’m looking forward to this variety show; I want to see how this beauty meets his end.]
*****
When Yan Chuan woke up again, he found himself in an apartment.
The one-bedroom apartment wasn’t very large, and the white paint on the walls had peeled due to age, with many scratches on the wooden floor and slightly old furniture.
The soundproofing was poor, and the sharp noise of chair movements from next door could be heard, along with muffled arguing.
The ventilation duct made a whirring sound, but it didn’t deliver fresh air; rather it felt heavy, carrying an unusual strange odour.
However, it was quite clean, with items neatly arranged. The table had a bright yellow floral tablecloth, and a bouquet of pure white gardenias graced the entrance, indicating that the occupant had a taste for life.
Yan Chuan glanced at his palm, noticing his skin was soft and delicate, showing no calluses from manual work.
It was his own hand.
He made a grasping motion, pressing his fingers against his warm palm, the tips turning slightly pale.
The touch felt real.
Yan Chuan stood up, intending to go to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
The escape variety show didn’t clarify whether the appearance of the actors affected their identities; he needed to see how to embody the role of a “wife.”
For example, if there were any strange changes…
The bathroom light was turned on.
The person in the mirror had soft black hair, a snow-white complexion with a hint of blush on his cheeks. His clear eyes glistened like pools of water, his brows knitted slightly as he stared wide-eyed at the person outside the mirror.
His lips were a light rose colour, slightly parted, revealing a soft red tongue.
The young and beautiful face, enhanced by the blush on his cheeks, carried a wholesome attractiveness.
With the light shining down, his skin appeared exquisitely white, almost to the point of reflecting light.
Yan Chuan silently observed himself.
While his appearance was still his, the clothing had changed. He was now in a loose white dress made of cotton-linen fabric, reaching the knees, revealing slender calves and delicate ankles.
This indeed fits the “gentle wife” persona.
Yan Chuan paused, furrowing his brow as he smoothed the creases on the dress. He lowered his gaze.
[The escape show truly knows me; it immediately dresses me in women’s clothes, are they afraid I won’t give points?]
[Such a slim waist and white legs; I declare this is my wife! Ahh, my Yan treasure wife!]
[Wait… I didn’t enter the wrong place; this is a horror variety show, why are there so many people calling contestants their wives?]
[What do you care? (sent 100 points) (sent 100 points) Wife, look at me!]
Thankfully.
In his sight was a flat and delicate chest, without anything excessive.
It seemed the escape show wasn’t too absurd.
He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as he pushed aside the stray hair by his cheek.
After confirming that his face and body were still his, he decided to check for any clues in the apartment.
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