Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

In the sandbox interior, the shadowless lights are bright and bright.

The miniature sea-selected map is embedded in a glass cover and is about the size of two pool tables.

Half an hour away from the curfew, the sorcerer constantly converted the angle, adjusted the setting parameters in the sand table model, and observed the changes in the entire map.

Half of the hills, half of the grasslands.

When the wind speed reaches 33m/s, the river breaks down the bank, the peaks show droplets, and the hills have landslides. The broad-leaved forest is crispy and the surface of the coniferous forest is hard... under extreme cold...

A series of data was quickly marked in the notebook of Witch.

The same map, because of the different competition system can spread a completely different style of play.

If he guessed it correctly, the sea election is pvp (player duel), and the knockout is pve (player vs. environment).

The player who dominates the rhythm of the game changes to a disaster environment, and the scarcity of resources under the law of the jungle will rise linearly.

The witches suddenly remembered the popular online games of a thousand years ago.

In the pve copy, the player is faced with a copy of the attack/defense data beyond his innumerable number of copies, but for the principle of fairness of the game, there are usually rules to follow the crack.

If you can find the rules in the game -

The vision of the sorcerer fell on the only section of the class, "mathematics," and then moved to "arms."

Before you can squat in the woods and try to calculate the law, you should first prevent yourself from being shot and killed!

The sorcerer’s heart lamented.

A week passed by.

Red Mao is still working hard to help when punching. Caesar adjusts the oil in the video every day, and asks the female ticket “I am not your cute little rabbit”. Even Wei Yan’s cold eyes sweep over Caesar, just like looking at a mental retardation.

Another roommate, the thin-volume fire of the silver silk team, was a ghost, and occasionally saw the live broadcast in the woods for fans.

The sorcerer suddenly realized: "He...and the silver sniper's sniper's name is so thin..."

On the side of Zoe, the cold road said: "It’s a brother. On average, there are three stars in the state of thin water, and in order to canvass the fire, the local powder from the live broadcast room is sent to the past."

Witch is surprised.

Zoe added another sentence: "A style of walking and thin water, the lame of the dish, the man who died."

The summer breeze blew, and there was a thin fire in the woods that deliberately lowered the scorpion and made the male voice: "Baby, miss me, huh?"

The sorcerer is creepy.

The thin fire continues: "Thank you for the big sword that **** loves to pass the fire. Well? Today, don't call the wheat, sing can, what the baby wants to hear..."

Zoe quickly took the sorcerer away: "Nervous disease! Little witch don't care about him, good boy doesn't play with him!" One-sided teaching: "Silver silk rolls on this path, six million sponsors can slap marketing, recruit practice The first time I look at my face, I want to be second..."

He suddenly slammed his head and looked back at the sorcerer.

The face looks best - but in our white moonlight!

If Xiao Wu opens the live broadcast -

I am afraid that it is not the live broadcast room to be squeezed in minutes!

In the first week of the Crowson show, the Witch was basically a two-point training room-bedroom.

After removing the aiming compensator, the ambiguous deviation of the sorcerer was once again erratic, and the rate of fire had a steady increase. On the ninth day of the firearms class - Caesar, who was deeply rooted in the weak foundation of the sorcerer, almost blinked.

The static target shot has an average of five rings and no off target.

Professional sniper Zoe was also obviously surprised and convinced after seeing the training records of the sorcerer.

"Nine days, forty hours of static target shooting practice, twelve hours of dynamic target, nine hours of tactical avoidance -" Zoe looked at Caesar: "I still have classes during the day, he is sleeping for a few hours a day?"

Caesar confused: "This... I haven't seen Xiao Wu back to the bedroom..."

Zoe sighed slightly: "The children are too hard."

At the end of the firearms class, the trainees left the classroom.

The program of Ploson's show pd came in from the back door, and the blood pigeon of the instructor borrowed the fire. The two men squatted on the ground and swallowed the clouds while watching the replay.

"How about the player number 300012?" The program pd suddenly asked.

A blood pigeon: "Hey?"

Pd uses the smoke to point the screen: "The one that grows awkward."

The blood pigeon nodded, apparently impressed, and spit out a ring of smoke: "Not bad."

Pd smiled, with the standard of blood pigeons, it was pretty good.

He slammed the video back to the editing point: "Close up the training time of the witch player, and the notebook... What brand of mineral water is on his table? Is it a sponsor?! The trademarks are all mosaic! Don’t think about hundreds of thousands of credits!

The program pd was full of red light and stunned the pigeons: "The witches have invested a lot in the show. You interviewed the variety show, do you want to pull a few trainees together? Plus a little witch?"

The blood pigeon is shaking his head: "You know, I pick the trainees, not the business value."

Pd grinning: "...hey, practice student draft, you really rushed to pick the league champion. The power of the little witch is not good, the attitude is there, hard work and hardship. It is not a matter of time to play the league?"

The blood pigeon opens: "His qualifications can be ranked in the middle."

In the middle, not the top.

The blood pigeons have been professional players for 20 years and have been retired for 20 years. There are countless practice students. Witch is not the best of guns, but one of the most diligent.

He appreciates the attitude of the sorcerer, who often walks farther.

But the escape show is far more cruel than imagined.

Between the players, the gap in talent is irreparable for the efforts of the day after tomorrow.

Twenty years ago, he was looking for a league player, and the witch was still considered. But twenty years later, he only wanted to bring out a league title.

The program pd listened to the "middle and upper" is already a sigh, slightly sigh: "Do it. Then you talk about, this practitioner can get your old eyes?"

Blood pigeon: "Wei Yan."

"R code entertainment," Pd thought for a moment: "Before that happened, the stock price fell a lot. Only three s-level trainees left Wei Yan, and human rights organizations stared at every day..."

The blood pigeon shakes his head: "I said, I only want to win the championship."

The other one should not be considered.

Pd sighed: "Besides Wei Yan, what about other people?"

"The thin spiral of silver wire, the sniper of the white moonlight. And the red hair -" the blood pigeon could not remember the name of the player for a while.

Pd is happy: "Hey, I think about it. The d-level trainee, picking up very much. The road is still wild, look at this posture, in the past, playing black in the underground."

The blood pigeon nodded: "The talent is good. Also, the person who taught him -"

He paused a little: "The strength is at least not under me."

The show pd stunned and almost lost the cigarette butt.

On the two-week schedule, the only math class was late.

There was a mourning in the classroom, and the trainees were forced to squeeze out the brain capacity memorization formula from the muscles until Caesar did not distinguish between the derivative and the division.

The sorcerer couldn't bear to put the notes to his teammates to borrow, and bring the terminal to the sandbox room.

Caesar copied half of it and suddenly remembered something:

"Hey, don't forget tonight at eight o'clock -"

Looking back, there is no figure on the side of the body.

In the sandbox room where nobody cares, the smart camera illuminates in the moment when the witches come in, and drips around him.

The sorcerer touched a hand on the camera, and when the right greeted him, he sat down on the map and sat down.

Twenty-four hour knockout.

Extremely harsh living environment.

Plus the new tips you get today:

The two-hour math class is not a graphic study of Witch's prior conjecture, but rather a more emphasis on number theory—that is, the “rules” in the playoffs can be quantified numerically with a few or unique solutions.

In the quiet sandbox interior, only the salsa that the nib has crossed in this volume is heard.

The witch's eyebrows converge slightly, and the amber pupils cast a soft top light.

It is impossible to infer the specific model of the knockout from the existing conditions - but there is no harm in putting the contours and scales on the map down.

In the silence, the terminal suddenly "drip" sounded.

7:58 pm.

Witch looked at the terminal screen and showed that "the subscription program will be broadcast in 2 minutes."

The sorcerer was waiting to close, suddenly remembered - he seems to only subscribe to a variety show.

Crowson show.

On Monday, it will start on time on Sunday.

Zoyt has been stunned, and as a family, Bai Yueguang has to gather together to watch.

The sorcerer stood up and left the sandbox room and rushed to Zoe's bedroom.

At 8:01, the witch was still struggling to climb the stairs in the South Tower. The title of the terminal has ended, and the first issue of the Cronson show after the rematch is officially launched.

The screen is dark.

The bells of 嘀嗒 and 嘀嗒 came.

The light in the lens is bright, it is the familiar trainer bedroom.

The trainer on the bed turned over and showed a soft little curl and a delicate blushing cheek.

- The original silent barrage suddenly boiled!

A few dozen stars away from a private base.

The young man who was standing on the sofa watching TV slammed up and looked sullen: "Is this a Crowson show? I haven’t adjusted the wrong platform? You are in the world, you are in the world. I am still able to register now. Or call the second hair. Come back and change me -"

The companion on the side whispered and cried, indicating that he was looking behind him.

The young man glimpsed back slowly, his back was stiff: "Well, Wei, you are also..."

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