The Beginning of the 11th Mute Street Performer

Today's top challenge in the livestream room:

【Challenge: Street performance without speaking for 8 hours.】

“Hey, no way.” Lu Xian was stunned after seeing the challenge requirements.

“Are you guys going a bit too far with this challenge requirement?”

He felt a mix of amusement and frustration: “Street performance is one thing, but why can’t I talk?”

“Mute-style street performance?”

How is this supposed to work?

At the very least, he could sing, dance, or rap, showing off the singing voice of a primary school class champion.

The audience in the livestream room responded one after another:

【Who is it? Who chose this challenge? It's so low.】

【Exactly, it's too weak, not fun at all.】

【Raising hand / It wasn't me.】

【If you ask me, it’s not as good as going to a club to keep a rich woman company.】

...

Seeing the audience in the livestream room pretending to be ignorant, Lu Xian rolled his eyes and said:

“To be honest, this challenge is not easy.”

If the challenge starts, once he speaks, it means the challenge has failed.

This is a rather tricky challenge requirement.

Moreover, the boundaries of this kind of street art are blurry.

Is it street art where you don't speak at all?

Or street art where you can't speak but can perform other actions?

Lu Xian asked the livestream room, and most of them indicated it was the latter.

As long as he doesn't speak, he can do any kind of street performance.

Thus, the rules were established.

“But I play for real!”

“From now on, I won't speak.”

“I will communicate with you all with my heart.”

Having said that, Lu Xian closed his mouth.

The barrage in the livestream room was amused:

【Hahaha, don't rush.】

【Exactly, it hasn't started yet.】

【Lu: I'm practicing in advance, do you have any objections? A bunch of losers, hmph!】

...

Lu Xian was thinking.

If it's street performance, it definitely requires equipment or props.

Like speakers, guitars, violins, drawing boards, cloth for writing, etc.

But he couldn't speak, so he directly passed on speakers and microphones.

As for the others, he didn't have them either.

“I have to write 'Street Performance by XXX'.”

He didn't have large sheets of paper and wouldn't go buy them.

“Bed sheets or clothes might be an option.”

Then he opened his suitcase.

Inside were only two sets of spare clothes: a gray short-sleeved shirt, a black long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket, two pairs of jeans, and underwear.

And a rather old, empty backpack.

“It seems the setting for this Survival World has very poor conditions.”

The audience in the livestream room also commented in the barrage:

【Ah? It feels so poor.】

【I thought of my own hardships in the past, sigh.】

【Sorry, I'm guilty, I shouldn't have proposed such an excessive challenge requirement / sobbing loudly ~】

【Wuwuwu, guilty + 1 / woxiacihaigan!】

【Hey upstairs, watch your attitude / woyegan+1!】

【Exactly, you guys are too much / (Human joys and sorrows are not connected, hahahaha ~)】

...

Watching the barrage chat, Lu Xian was speechless, even wanting to punch them:

Destroy it!

However, he didn't speak, but stuffed the clothes into his backpack and found a six-inch stainless steel lunch box in the rented room.

Bang ~

Then he closed the door and left.

Walking out of the dilapidated hallway, outside was an old, crowded alley in the old city.

At this moment, it was just past six o'clock.

Beep beep ~

Some people were walking, some were riding bicycles or e-bikes.

In the crisscrossing alleys, there were people pushing small stalls, old men and women preparing to buy groceries, and workers staying up late with dark circles under their eyes, ready to go to work.

Lu Xian wandered around and almost got lost inside.

Finally, he followed an old man and walked out.

He arrived at the main street.

The freshness belonging to the city in the early morning was mixed with the turbidity of car exhaust smoke.

It was a bit early, and most shops hadn't opened yet.

Only breakfast stalls, breakfast shops, and supermarkets were open early.

Lu Xian strolled around the street a few times.

On the way, he was urged by the boss several times over the phone.

“To be honest, this is just a small county town.”

“Unlike those first or second-tier cities with large crowds, street performance is still watched by some people.”

“But here, I feel there is no crowd.”

Lu Xian's voice sounded in the livestream room.

Thus.

Wanting to make money by street performance?

It's more or less wishful thinking.

The people in the livestream room offered advice one after another:

【Simple, go to the park.】

【Perform a striptease for the old ladies, they love watching it hahahaha / slurping (¯ ﹃ ¯) slurping ~】

【Take a ride to the city center and see.】

...

“Let's go to the park first.”

Lu Xian walked through a few streets and saw many students riding or being picked up by parents to school.

The road was a bit crowded.

He also passed by a vegetable market and heard the conversation between buyers and sellers:

“Uncle, how are you selling these vegetables today?”

“Green vegetables are three yuan per jin today. Green beans are 1.2, eggplant is 0.8 per jin, wax gourd is 0.5 per jin, cucumber is two yuan.”

“Green vegetables are so expensive today? Give me two yuan of wax gourd, for pork soup.”

“Pork seller, what's the price of pork today?”

“Pork is 35 yuan today, ribs are 40.”

“Too expensive, can't afford it.”

“Auntie, pork prices have risen recently.”

...

Lu Xian touched the 79 yuan in his pocket.

He felt he could buy a lot of things.

But it also seemed like it wouldn't last long.

“I’m actually a bit hungry?”

Smelling the aroma of breakfast porridge and bread and steamed buns in the air, a sense of hunger hit his stomach.

Before this, he had eaten his fill before starting the challenge.

It seems to be the setting of the Survival World.

Then he bought four steamed buns next to the market.

“Balance - 2, Family members, 77 yuan left.”

livestream room barrage:

【Go make money.】

【Post the address, let sister's big bills slap your little face hard / shy 〃 ∀ 〃】

【Sister, slap the bills on me, my face is long and big!】

【Streamer, go challenge quickly, don't dawdle, time is money.】

...

Lu Xian carried his backpack and found the park.

Small park, planted with some trees, some mahjong tables and chairs under the trees.

At this time, some vendors selling books and groceries had already started to occupy positions to set up stalls in advance.

“I feel that the location here is not as lively as going next to the school.”

Lu Xian's voice sounded in the livestream room.

livestream room barrage:

【Then go to school.】

【Go to the university town, college students have a lot of money and are easy to cheat / simple.】

【College students with clear eyes: ???】

【Indeed, the school has more traffic.】

...

Just like that, Lu Xian wandered around.

He didn't find a university, only found the nearest high school.

But unfortunately.

Class had started, there were no students outside the school.

Only some people from breakfast stalls and stationery stores were working.

Wandering around again, he came to a square street side.

Retired aunts had already started to form teams to do morning exercises and square dancing.

“Let's just do it here.”

“Not going to toss anymore.”

Lu Xian chose.

For this street challenge, he walked seven or eight kilometers.

“What kind of street art challenge should I do?”

“Breaking a large stone on the chest? Crushing bricks with bare hands?”

He didn't have anything else now, just great strength.

However, where would the bricks and stones come from?

His eyes glanced at a construction site in the distance of the square, and he thought of a question:

“If I break bricks on the street, will I be chased away by the city management?”