The witch Jane is listening.
The classroom was suddenly quiet and countless eyes were brushed over.
The photographer took control of the plane and focused on the witch Jane, sweeping the left--
Caesar and Zoe were still spitting heavily on the two teammates, instantly quiet as chickens, sitting on their knees beside the witches, like active elementary school students.
Slip on the belly of Witch Jane's calf without a trace.
Witch Jane's condition reflexes: “…”
The teenager in the lens could see the tension, the amber pupil was filled with confused water, and the eyelashes were stirred back in focus in an effort to keep calm.
Even the straight men in the training room were slightly shocked.
"Let's give some encouragement to our wizard classmates. ”
The applause was all brushed up, Caesar retracted his legs, and a dead friend's face was unblemished by the joy of the poor.
Witch Jane walked up to the stage and looked like a little animal with a tail behind her.
Bandages as a model for teaching aids are placed quietly on the podium. Witch Jane pulls the bandage apart and leads the plane to her left elbow...
The sleeves rolled up, white and tender arms shining porcelain white, the bandages fixed by three fingers on one end of the left hand, and the other end torn apart, wrapped around the joints in chaos.
With survival lessons as a matrix, Witch Jane must strictly adhere to hemostatic compression points above the knowledge of joint first aid. He tried to lift his arm up and caught it right in the middle of the light and lens. Through the windows, the sun lines up the flying dust, bandages, elbows and delicate side faces of the teenager, and the witch looks up slightly, stopping at the last camera position when recording--
“Stop." Xiangxiang pinched the table.
The whole training room, like being awakened by sound from a standstill.
Caesar's eyeballs are falling off: "- Damn, the little witch is amazing! ”
Zoe nodded and said: “What did you say when you signed him at the time... the face value was too good to fight.” Stopped for a moment: "However, experience is still lacking. ”
Zoe has been in the Clawson show for the second time, coming straight out of the road and looking at many criteria thoroughly. It is essentially different from Caesar, who is simple in his mind and only knows “fuck”, “good looking", “thin looking thief”.
In the training room, however, the vast majority of the trainees were similar to Caesar and were stunned by the Witchcraft demonstration.
For example, the redhead in the last row, with a pinhole terminal, bangs and knocks: "Hey, yeah! Boss, can you see... I risk my dismissal to pass on the course materials to the boss, but why are you guys watching?! ”
On the stage, Xiangxiang plays back the footage of the witch Jane just now, laughing: “Little witch, guess what level I can give you in this section? ”
Witch Jane cautiously predicted: "… B? ”
"Xiangxiang nodded.“ You got it, B. ”
Down the stairs is a noise.
After Xiangxiang struck a ringing finger, he brushed and brushed three assistant instructors, framing them.
“46 seconds, 1 minute 12 seconds, 1 minute 36 seconds, the lens center of gravity is severely offset. Remember, in any scenario that requires bandaging, the injuries should occupy more than 90% of your attention. The bandage is not fast enough and the action is to drag mud with water. The seating chart is qualified, but--”
When Xiangxiang was quick, he paused: "If you pay attention to the audience, you will find that most of your gaze is on your face. ”
Witch Jane was stunned.
“This is your strength and your disadvantage.” In response to Xiangxiang, “If you can't squeeze your face, whatever you're doing - bandaging, shooting, hiding, the audience sees, it's always just your face. Two minutes and 58 seconds, close to the end. The first thing I thought of when I cut the camera out alone was a choir boy with white satin, not a high-profile runaway showman. ”
“In the runaway show, you should be a conqueror first. The audience deserves to be followed only if you are strong.” As Xiangxiang slowed down, she regained her usual smile: “Go back and look for the camera. Okay, next, player 299763, Wei Yan. ”
When Jane returned to her seat, Zoe pulled the chair open for him.
Caesar stared at him for half a day. I thought my teammates would be hit hard. I didn't expect Witch Jane to show a shining look of reverence: “The teacher is amazing! ”
Zoe nodded with emotion.
Caesar still couldn't touch the North: “What did she just say? ”
Zoe: “…”
Caesar shouted, "How come the little witch is B? Don't you want to give it to S? What's the point? ”
Zoe desperate: “... it's horrible, kindergarten graduating practitioner...”
On stage, the only S-level practitioner, Wei Yan, the human weapon, performs his performance faceless.
Xiangxiang hesitated in B and C for a long time and almost had a headache--
Wei Yan did not interact with the lens and filmed for exactly three minutes, only seeing the large head covered in the rectangular screen. Ultimately, Xiangxiang's homework was to go back and watch at least three films.
“Wrong encoding when genetically modified?” Caesar continued to mumble as Wei flashed down: "O little witch, by the way, we slept with him...”
Practitioners were called up one after the other, and with Xiangxiang's review, Witch Jane's handouts were filled with mirror drafts and notes.
- Only strong is worthy of the audience.
Witch Jane stared at a line of words in the handout and reviewed the teaching video again.
The Silver Scroll team's thin covered water, aside from the end, was awkward to the lens, and the whole lens grabbed very well. Witch Jane repeatedly looped the shot that tore the bandage in the middle and quickly parsed the process. Then he carefully poked Zoe aside.
Zoe turned around and was seeing the little eyes of Witch Jane.
While on stage, at the behest of Xiangxiang adjusting the clearance of a B-level practitioner, Witchcraft quickly imitated the standard moves pulled from the video.
It's no different than a thin coating.
Zoe opened her mouth and looked amazing-- at that moment, he almost thought it was thin water jumping out of the video, but soon he shook his head.
“His style doesn't suit you,” Zoe said, trying to organize the words: "Of course, it's hard for a rookie to find the right path. Until then, you need better examples. ”
The two-hour course ends soon.
Five hundred practitioners were unable to come to the stage one by one, and answering Xiangxiang's call was limited to practitioners from A to C.
According to Zoe, the trainee rating doesn't necessarily represent strength, but it definitely correlates positively with the show lens.
Witch Jane seriously suspected that the big man was stuck in D level just to get away from the camera and easily escape class.
Plus the redhead punch, it's a perfect match...
After class, Witch Jane lined up to go to the drama clerk to practice props, which were unusually prominent among a group of muscle-strong men.
Along the way, practitioners keep coming to talk, and most of them are extremely curious about Witch Jane.
Witch Jane even met the player she met during the sea selection, an practitioner named Sola.
We meet again every other week, and Sola remains enthusiastic.
“By the way, witch athlete, last time you said the main dance position, I didn't find out...”
Witch Jane's ears were red, so she took it seriously: “I've decided to change to a surprise position. ”
“Raid position? What a coincidence!” Sola is thrilled: “Looks like we can train together in the future! From the Lord... Is it really okay to change the main dance? Learn from scratch. ”
Witch Jane nodded quickly: "No problem -”
The crowd poured into the drama, and Witch Jane greeted Sola and turned away at the door of the classroom.
The crew canteen, Caesar, wanted to give Witch Jane a seat, accidentally discovered that her teammates' names had appeared on the puncher.
“Not in the cafeteria, not in the bedroom, strange...” Caesar called three steaks, and as he sat down, he and his two big brothers mentioned two buckets of rice, looking at each other, hey, smile.
Clawson Show, North Tower Basement 2 Shooting Practice Room.
When Witch Jane opened the door, Nodak's grounds were empty.
Witch Jane quickly wiped out dinner and took possession of one of the machine guns.
A bright silver sight compensator was then flipped out of the pocket and mounted on the body of the machine gun.
The initial week of the Clawson show focused on environmental surveys, survival skills and lens performance, making the South Tower's holographic simulation training room extremely hot, with practitioners swarming away, while the North Tower range was unquestioned.
Witch Jane doesn't know how long he'll be able to occupy this range.
On the aiming compensator, Witch Jane's best aiming record - 12 Deviation Compensation Units - is also maintained.
Witch Jane finely dimmed the lights to imitate the light sources during rainy warfare, according to the weather forecast two weeks later.
A dull gunshot sounded in the training room.
The rhythm is monotonous, boring, and the dark lights make you sleepy. Yet the gunfire never stopped.
Outside the door, the noisy current sounds are filled with communication sounds.
Someone is coming to the training room.
“Are you sure you don't want a cat this time?” Opposite helpless: “I told you, your treatment is not over. ”
“No need.”
“Okay... I hear Wei Yan is here too? ”
“Mmm.”
“Oh, I also heard Er Mao say you slept with Wei Yan's roommate. ”
“ …… ”
“Brother Wei, why don't we bring a cat, hamster? Don't take up any space! Squeeze it and change the nest! ”
“ …… ”
The guard suddenly paused.
Yelling across the street: "Who's shooting? Heavy machine guns? Speed, don't be a handicapper - hey, Vega, where's the rabbit?” You don't have to take care of her. If you don't want to feed her, you can throw her away for two cents.
“Hang up. ”
The guard stopped talking and opened the door to the training room.
Witch Jane had just put down the handle of the heavy machine gun, rubbed her sour right shoulder and was thinking about the bandage on her hand.
The original position of the gun screen was temporarily used as a lens, and the improvements were made as suggested by Xiangxiang.
Until a shadow of man was stretched out by a dim light--
Witch Jane looked up and was surprised: “Brother! ”
Yan Zhi slipped away and jumped. His left arm was wrapped in bandages like a rabbit mummy.
The guardian frowned and said, “I saw your video. ”
Witch Jane was confused: “What...”
The guard reached out and showed him to hand over the bandage.
Witch Jane's eyes suddenly glowed.
“At most half of what Xiangxiang said. ”
The guard took the bandage and showed it to the witch Jane. Beneath the raised sleeves, the left arm is muscular, like a roughly carved marble embossed. He quickly fastened the bandage to his left elbow and bit it with his teeth - omitting more than six lenses than the thin, overflowing motion in the video.
But Witch Jane held her breath--
The man's eyes were careless, and the deep eye contours cast a shadow of light insulation. He stood under the light like he was driving away all the light. He never took a look at the "seat”, his gaze solidified on his left elbow and his eyelids raised slightly, making him chill.
Instead of being an athlete, he was like a fierce beast who was about to be avenged.
Witch Jane's mind suddenly glistened.
“See clearly?” The guard stopped and stood high, watching the witch stand in his own shadow, slowly opening his mouth.