Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

In the sunny training room, the White Moon Entertainment Tactical Mentor took a small book and recorded the qualifications of the players one by one.

Two of the four trainees were old partners in the last Clawson show. Zoe is good at sniping/shooting and has worked with Auxiliary Wenlin for two full seasons, one hand flashing sniper where to hit.

The other was the Raid Reserve, Phantom Caesar, for the White Moon Pro Squad.

It took Witch Jane a while to figure out that Phantom Caesar was the stage name of this big brother.

Caesar grinned at the witch Jane, dyed her brass hair and floated with the wind, squatting there like a big lion... a pine lion.

The C-bit campaign consists of two segments: a feature presentation and an anonymous vote.

Witch Jane sat in the audience, and when it was his turn, she sang a pop song about Blue Star.

“…” The mentor looked down at the information bar and instantly had a good time - Witch Lin, White Moonlight Trainer, contract duration: 23 hours. Duration of training: 0.

“All right, let's vote. ”

Witch Jane bites the pen and recalls the gun performance of the three teammates just now, voting for sniper/sniper Zoe.

Zoe then won by three votes and the next one was voted on by Witch Jane.

Witch Jane: “!!!” Who voted for me so cute!

One time, the mentor gave him a compassionate look, a look that didn't matter to him.

Zoe's name was preceded by a C-word. The screen flashed, showing exactly the theme that Moonlight Entertainment got in the rehearsal draw - the Wild Desert.

“The reenactment took a total of 7 minutes, in a holographic simulation environment, with a desert surface of 56 degrees. Yes, there will be six hot air fans blowing at you. Be sure to bring ice bags and faint on the spot before you go on. ”

The screen zooms in to the scene map, and the mentor continues: "This desert map has appeared eight times in the Clawson show. Your enemies are half-high giant lizards. Note that there are only a few firearms to choose from. Cold weapons are basically available. Three waves of giant lizards will attack within 7 minutes of battle, and defense fails to eliminate them all. ”

Witch Jane, this is sudden. The rematch system is a tower defense unit in the form of a group.

“Being close to a lizard will deduct a small score, which is basically guaranteed to level B. There are bright spots that could be promoted to A or even S. Remember, your initial trainee rating determines how well you're going to be on subsequent shows.” The mentor paused and looked at the witch Jane: “Except, of course, for the individual players. ”

“Come on, start practicing without any other questions. ”

Witch Jane quickly raised her hand: "Teacher, what position do I play? ”

At one time, four pairs of sights quickly concentrated.

The mentor made a gesture and called the trainee's performance to the company system, and was severely shocked by the off-target rate.

“... O little witch, otherwise! Put some firepower in the front! ”

Fire, commonly referred to as a mess. Using weapons such as assault/sharp/guns, heavy/machine/guns to manufacture a strong line of fire in front of the team, in small maps, usually two positions after the assault position.

… the mentor pondered slightly and eventually moved the witch Jane to the front.

In case you distort your teammates, you have to eliminate Caesar on the spot.

Once you have selected your position, the next step is to fix your makeup.

Four players uniformed in black - once they were close to the lizards, they didn't deduct points if the judges didn't look too good!

Several of them were painted on the faces of totems symbolizing the desert. The makeup artist spent a total of five minutes on the three faces, but the witch's turn took half an hour to figure it out.

The moment the makeup room opens - the spectacle of a crowd of athletes is a little dazed.

Witch Jane's rounded eyelids fainted out an elongated line, and her left brush stroked all the way down to outline a golden sand scorpion on her upper cheek.

If a teenager was already cute enough to live in, now he has a little more evil in the air, stamped with clear amber pupils, and ended up with a group of naive cruelties.

Caesar slapped Caesar in the thigh and yelled, “I told you, why didn't you vote for him as a center? ”

Witch Jane opened her eyes blindly: “What's wrong with me...”

On the scorpion totem, the brutal pliers instantly turn into two tiny triangles.

The makeup artist hastily reminded: "Emoticons, pay attention to Emoticons! ”

Instructor coughs: “Serious, serious! All right, let's rehearse in the range! ”

White moonlight training facilities are pretty smart. Nor did the mentor know where to pick down a cartoon lizard model, stand outside the holographic training field, grab a laser pen, and point to a lizard flat out.

Witch Jane diligently laid out the machine/gun for a full seven minutes, the team missed only the first two, then gradually grew together, no more accidental appearance.

Instructor's eyebrows, however, were twisted.

“Come here.” As soon as he waved, Witch Jane dropped her machine/gun and ran along with a string of other players: “Tell me what the problem is. ”

Witch Jane bluntly admitted, “I'm lagging behind! ”

Bit C Zoe blushes: “I didn't get Carry up. ”

Auxiliary: “Me too...”

The mentor sighed and lit up Caesar: "Look, I'm almost a reserve player. Tell me about it. ”

Caesar's thick arm slapped Witch Jane on the shoulder: "He doesn't look at me! ”

Witch Jane was stunned, almost not photographed on the floor.

The mentor nodded with joy: "We are a team, we have to have a soul, we have to have eye contact.” Think again: “It's best to let the audience read the story. On both fronts, C-bit auxiliary, little witch and Caesar, remember that you stand not only for battle, but also for the audience. All right, do it again! ”

The rehearsal lasted seven hours and the sky was already dark.

For a runaway show player, there is no standard operation.

You have to fall asleep before the game and the plug room has to be energetic. Unless you hit the ball - be ready for a 48-hour battle in the official game.

It wasn't until the seventh hour that the mentor really took out the field environment to simulate it for four people.

Desert maps have only appeared eight times in total in the Clawson show. Every recording is precious.

For a moment, Witch Jane even had the illusion that she was still in high school class. Instructor sent out the file in a heartfelt manner: "Last year's college entrance exam, it's over. Only once...”

Ten hours later, the mentor finally announced that the training was complete.

Unexpectedly, Witch Jane continued to stay and touch his heavy/machine/gun.

Caesar carried □ □, wandering to the witch Jin, and the next moment “yo” opened his eyes and slapped the witch Jin on the shoulder.

Witch Jane didn't react, and all the bullets hit the bullet-proof steel plate on the ground.

“Nice little witch! ”

After ten hours of "eye interaction," Caesar sat quite well aside. On the electronic stats screen of the exercise machine/gun, Witchcraft's targeting compensation (the compensator used to increase ballistic distance stability/targeting stability, making the gun easier to control) has been reduced from 64 to 22 units.

From the fourth hour onwards, Caesar can implicitly detect a steady increase in machine/gun output in the team configuration.

Targeting compensation is one of the most commonly used tactical equipment for sniper positions. Heavy/Machine/Gun would not have required precise to fine targeting, but since Witchcraft is a novice, this exercise equipment is roughly equipped with targeting compensation.

I thought it would take two days for Witch Jane to practice under 30, and I didn't expect to achieve her goal in just 10 hours.

Talent is one of the most important capital of a runaway player.

Caesar poured two sips of water and dragged Jane back to rest.

But more important than talent is seniority.

In half a month of raids, Witch Jane could still be a barely qualified heavy machine gunman, but counting the time, less than six days remain between now and the rematch.

At the witch's level, luck meets the judge's facial control, barely getting a D.

In the Clawson reality show, it's very difficult to get a promotion from the initial rating. Caesar doesn't have a hard time understanding what Witch Jane thinks, but he's also convinced that with Witch Jane's face, one can't make it - there are definitely millions of shows waiting behind!

“Witch, walking, brother takes you back to the dorm to exchange feelings. Don't practice when you're tired, we're not so far behind on that initial score.” Caesar waved his big hand, exploding as he bent over, the lion's head instantly blocked the witch's gaze.

Witch Jane was very grateful and politely refused: "Thank you brother! I'd like to stay a little longer. ”

Caesar stunned, but this moment he looked a little more appreciative: "Okay, go home early. Remember to be in the dorm at 4: 00 a.m. with extra training. ”

Witch Jane nodded down and waved her teammates away.

It's ten o'clock in the morning.

Witch Jane slept a long time after the sea selection, and she didn't feel too tired with her moving shoulders at this time. He continued to practice heavy machine guns in a holographic environment until the number on the compensator slowly dropped from 22 to 21.

According to the mentor, when the compensation figure is below 10, he can completely get rid of the aiming compensator. Heavy/machine/gun fire suppression is continuous firing. Prediction through the naked eye is much faster than compensatory aiming.

This is the only spot in the practice room where the lights are on. As soon as she looked up, she almost forgot whether she was practicing guns or dancing.

In a different direction, the pace of life remains the same.

Overlapping memories, Witch Jane finally felt calm and familiar.

White moonlight entertainment, surveillance room on the ground floor.

Security personnel were checking the surveillance floor by floor, and suddenly they were stunned: "Why are there still people in the practice room? ”

“Yesterday's new trainee, right? He's quite young, he's not old, he's never seen him before. ”

Witch Jane's height card is at 178, and she is also in the Blue Star idol entertainment industry. However, in the midst of the most muscularly developed runaways in general, it's a short shot.

It took a long time for the teenager in the practice room to drop the machine/gun.

When security personnel thought they were closing the door, Witch Jane was happy to jump up and try all the weapons her teammates had just used in the range one by one before leaving with satisfaction.

The watchman smiled and locked the door remotely for him.

At eleven o'clock, Witch Jane bypassed the canteen and brought the rabbit some rations. As soon as Fu entered the door, he saw the rabbit chewing on a training table.

“Rabbit, don't bite!” Witch Jane hastily picked up the white soft rabbit's ears, and a thousand years later the paper was mostly silver-light, who knew what heavy metal was in it - this was entrusted to him by the big man himself!

On the training sheet, as Caesar said. There is a special training at 4: 00 in the evening.

“Dear White Moonlight Trainers, fast falling asleep on the field is the best way to regain strength. So when an enemy attack occurs - can you enter the battle quickly again? ”

“The dispersal exercise will begin at 4 a.m. ”

“Good night, Dream. ”

Witch Jane glanced and stuffed the rabbit, adding rations to it, quickly falling asleep without any concern.

In my dreams, I went to an interview with an artist, and finally jumped out of a three-month performance - and was euphemistically rejected. Lost his soul walking to the door, watching the big man lazy against the wall, playing with the hunting/guns on his hand--

The alarm sounded abruptly.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Trainees listening to the radio! Go to the second floor and sign everywhere! ”

Witch Jane had no cuteness in her face. She ran from the bed and put on a white moonlight entertainment culture shirt. Her pajamas were not known when to be slipped off. Her clothes went down and her legs were empty.

In the dark, the dormitory door is right in front of you.

Witch Jane squinted her eyes to turn the handle and heard a slight metal collision.

The sound of gun safety on.

Witch Jane was stunned and suddenly cold on her back. If this is a rehearsal, it's too real, he's the only key to the dorm, and the training manual clearly says rehearsal retreat --

Witch Jane's heart is beating fast and her pride in manipulating the machine/gun at night is over for a second. He raises his hand, slowly, slowly turns around - immediately followed by a sudden glimmer of light in his eyes and opens his mouth with excitement.

“Shut up and don't scream.” The guard interrupted step by step, holding Browning's hand/gun in his left hand, relentlessly turned to the witch's two little white legs, and commanded him coldly: "Put your pants on. ”