Trembling At A High Altitude

The next morning.

This was also the first day of the four days between the two performances.

When he awoke, the sky had already cleared.

Having slept in the water, many parts of his body had turned pale.

Surprisingly, he didn't catch a cold.

Li Teng thought the reason he hadn't caught a cold was firstly because he was young and in good health.

Secondly, according to scientific explanation...

Forget it, let's not bring science into this; there's no science here.

Li Teng took off his raincoat.

After taking off the raincoat, he also removed the hospital gown which was still soaked despite the raincoat.

The moment he saw this hospital gown, Li Teng was reminded of the Black-hearted Doctor's ugly face.

He had the nerve to say it was a gift.

Then, while checking the bill, he discovered it had cost him 20 points!

Twenty points for such a lousy set of clothes?

That was enough to buy a warm coat!

Li Teng really wanted to curse like Feng Dahai.

But then he thought about it; he was a civilized person.

Forget it.

After all, when he left Film and Television City yesterday, he had already used the Companion Card on the Black-hearted Doctor at the terminal.

In a few days, when he returned to Film and Television City, he would be performing in the same group as the Black-hearted Doctor.

He didn't know what kind of script it would be.

But no matter what group it was, eight actors meant one had to go fetch lunch boxes.

He would do everything in his power to give that slot to the Black-hearted Doctor.

Of course, if luck wasn't on his side and the Black-hearted Doctor found out it was his doing, he might use his powers to torment him again.

There was nothing he could do about that; man proposes, God disposes.

The director gave him this opportunity, and he had to use it. If he couldn't achieve his goal, he could only blame his bad luck and had nothing to complain about.

Before doing anything, considering the worst outcome in advance kept him from panicking on the spot.

It also prevented him from being too disappointed when the results were not as expected, as he wouldn't have held too high hopes.

A good mindset was the most important thing.

Furthermore, Li Teng's purpose in using the Companion Card on the Black-hearted Doctor this time was not for revenge.

But rather to kill the Black-hearted Doctor, to get rid of this trouble.

To try to free himself from his debt.

Hatred wasn't worth it.

Former enemies, whether it was Guo Zhipeng, Guo's mother, or Feng Dahai, they all became mere fleeting clouds once they were sealed in wax.

Surviving and improving his living conditions as quickly as possible was the most important big goal.

Of course, if there was a chance to return the favor for being dissected alive and to torment those who had tormented him, he certainly wouldn't let it slip.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth was not incompatible with having great ambitions and vision; they could coexist.

Li Teng had even considered another possibility.

That was to use this Companion Card only when he was about to enter Hell Mode again.

This way, the chances of successfully killing the Black-hearted Doctor would definitely be higher.

But he really didn't want to go to Hell Mode again.

He would also try his best to avoid entering Hell Mode in the future.

Plane crashes, with their high mortality rates—surviving this time was just luck.

He couldn't always be this lucky.

Moreover, the sooner he dealt with the Black-hearted Doctor, the better, otherwise the debt he owed would make it very difficult for him in the future to develop. Without development, he couldn't lower the height of the stone pillars, and he couldn't raise his level as an actor.

If he couldn't lower the height of the stone pillars, it would be difficult to survive on them, and he might one day be tormented by extreme conditions just like the Elegant Old Lady.

If he couldn't raise his level as an actor, earning points would be very difficult, and without various priorities and privileges, remaining as a low-level extra meant having the highest death rate in any story.

So, in the next performance, he must deal with the Black-hearted Doctor.

The next performance would be a life-or-death duel between him and the Black-hearted Doctor.

He had no other choice.

Today, Li Teng spent most of the day lying down.

Lying on the damp bed.

Li Teng covered himself with the damp blanket to avoid accidentally falling asleep and experiencing an accident like the last time with the vulture.

Li Teng lay down. If he could sleep, he slept.

If he couldn't sleep, he would think.

He thought about the present and the future.

Moreover, he considered how to test the limits of the rules at Film and Television City and how to cunningly use those rules against others.

There was no choice—in Film and Television City, if you didn't scheme against others, they would scheme against you.

Against enemies, sometimes you had to strike first to be strong.

The first day passed, not too thirsty, not too hungry.

...

It was the second day with a four-day interval.

The weather had turned hot.

By noon, the temperature had nearly reached 40 degrees Celsius.

Li Teng hid under the bed still gasping from the heat.

Later, the stone surface at the top of the column was too hot, the kind that could cook meat. He had no choice but to sit back on the bed, enduring the harsh sunlight.

He consumed half a bottle of water.

Still, he was terribly thirsty.

But he had to endure.

If it was this hot again tomorrow, he might suffer as badly as he had last time.

According to Pretty Boy Du Qing, most actors appeared in regions with moderate temperatures, and only a few, like him, were situated in areas with extreme weather.

Li Teng certainly didn't believe there was anything wrong with his character or morals, or that he had long been doing conscience-stricken deeds. But not being favored by Film and Television City, he had nothing to say; otherwise, his situation wouldn't be so dire.

What exactly was the reason for him not being favored by Film and Television City?

Enduring the scorching heat, Li Teng deliberately recalled his life's experiences in detail, to see if he had ever done anything that would ruin his character and morals.

Then, after a painful self-reflection, Li Teng finally came to a conclusion.

He had never degraded his character, nor had he done any immoral deeds.

There was only one reason Film and Television City targeted him and disfavored him.

It was because: "The tree that stands out in the woods will be destroyed by the wind; the pile that stands high on the shore will be battered by the stream."

He was too handsome.

And too wise, excelling in every aspect, so outstanding, that was why Film and Television City disfavored him.

Film and Television City was jealous of him!

There was nothing he could do about it, he couldn't just disfigure himself or bash his head against a wall to make himself as slow as Guo Zhipeng, Feng Dahai, or Huang Xun, could he?

"Only through hardships does a true man prevail; envy is the plight of the competent!" Li Teng exclaimed, looking up at the sky.

After a long time of philosophizing about life, the extremely difficult second day finally ended.

It was just hot, with no crashed planes, no drifting hot air balloons.

And no vultures.

Everything was calm.

Except for the heat.

The clothes, blankets, and padding that got soaked from last night's downpour were almost dry.

His pillow had disappeared, seemingly flown away along with a flight attendant's leg.

He couldn't quite remember the details.

...

It was the third day with a four-day interval.

After several sneezes, Li Teng woke up.

Upon waking, he shivered from the cold.

His throat was somewhat sore.

Could it be?

A cold?

If it was a cold, it might have been because of getting caught in the rain that night he returned, right?

The incubation period of the cold virus made him show symptoms today?

Looking up, the sky was grey. And after a while, it even started to snow!

After catching a cold, one tends to dislike cold weather.

With each breath, the influx of cold air would make his nose uncomfortably cold.

If it were hot today, breathing in warm air might not have been so uncomfortable.

But he couldn't choose the weather.