In the shadow, Witch Jane's back brushed straight.
If the location of Witch Jane is the camera position, the guard's position and interaction are barely qualified.
But his whole person was like a sharp bayonet - obviously looking cold, but because of too much power, his gaze looked at him, like quenching fire, burning alcohol, pinching a flame straight into the viewer's pupil, and then blowing it up in his head.
Too aggressive.
Witch Jane dared not move, like a little white rabbit crucified in a shadow.
Until the bandage was pulled from the man's left arm - the witch Jane woke up and looked up and worshipped: "Look clearly! ”
Then hurriedly handed over the assignment to the boss: “Use your momentum to drive the lens, not the lens...”
Watson looked down at him, and the teenager's bright amber pupils stared at him because of excitement, his eyelashes twitching like a warm, dense cat's eye stone, folding the light and gleaming.
Soon, however, Witch Jane became slightly depressed: “But I...”
The guard swept at a glance and glanced.
Soft as a rabbit, pulled a bandage like a kite and wrote it on his face, his little arms white and tender, squeezed round and flattened.
Not to mention the aggressive one who can get his ears handcuffed and smooth.
The guard frowned: “Not in a hurry. Fight the knockout first, find out what it feels like. ”
Witch Jane finally relieved herself.
Big Brother is the main bone, whether or not he's in his heart!
In the training room, Witch Jane regained her lively jump.
He looked at the numbers on the eye sight compensator when he gave the guard like a treasure - 11 compensation units, below the novice deviation.
After a full week of hard work, Witch Jane was finally able to get rid of the little blind man's title, uninstall the compensation equipment, and officially practice shooting as a professional athlete.
“Brother,” Witch Jane looks forward to the opening: “Compensator… can I keep it? ”
Targeting compensation was given to him during a week of avant-garde time. From the entertainment company to the Clawson show, it had to be installed and removed repeatedly three times a day, and the silver-grey mechanical unit price was polished bright.
Wencheng nodded and witch Jane's eyes suddenly lit up. Little curly hair was extra fluffy because of the joy of her mood. She stabbed herself and stood from the machine gun position.
The two of them were very close at once...
Wei Shi shrugged his eyes and his heart said this little rabbit is really sticky. For a moment, his gaze crossed the small soft hair, but his right hand was subconsciously rubbing against the barrel of the gun.
The cold iron feel is very different from rabbit hair.
Weston paused for a second, shifting his gaze away from Witch Jane.
Witch Jane had no idea, but solemnly removed the compensator and put it in her pocket.
Big Brother is such a good man!
Witch Jane remembers something all of a sudden, thinking about it.
During the sea election, the big man leads himself to lie down and win... to hide his strength. So now...
The sight behind him was too hot to look back when he had already looked out the window at the guard.
In the shadow of the reverse light, the man's eyes were wide and deep, making it difficult for Witch Jane to see his expression at this moment.
“Knockout,” the guard said slowly, more like an order than an encouragement: "No demotion. ”
Witch Jane opened her eyes and nodded very hard.
Just two weeks after the first knockout of the Clawson show, players will be fine-tuned upwards or downwards, and the last 100 practitioners will be knocked out.
Witch Jane knew her A came from a repeat performance surprise. In the first knockout round, the actual skill share improved, with a high probability of hovering on the edge of demotion in terms of their individual C.
But the boss has spoken...
The guardian raised his eyebrows and swept his gaze over the nervous witch's face: “The first round of elimination was not very difficult. ”
Witch Jane: "Huh? ”
“Take note of the two-week schedule.” The guard plays with the gun on his hand and gives a hint: “The assessment must be relevant to the course. ”
The insurance chains of Brown/Ning are precisely engaged, and the slight sound of the impact of the firearm parts echoes in the training room.
When the defense is finished, turn around and leave. With a low buckle in the wrist and a slight sinking of the chamber, the small gun/gun, which is clearly contraband, has disappeared in the left hand. He was incredibly skilled at closing the gun, as if the chamber had been incorporated for part of his left arm.
At this time, the guard's hands are empty. Without looking at a cocoon full of fingertips, no one would have guessed that the man in front was a ferocious mobile thermal arsenal.
Witch Jane waved to say goodbye to Big Brother, turning from the terminal to find the curriculum...
Then he opened his eyes.
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“Twenty hours of survival skills, four hours of lens performance, one hour of psychological warfare, one hour of mathematics, one hour of firearms… is this a fugitive show lesson? Are you kidding me? ”
In Nanta's bedroom, Caesar yelled at the timetable.
Schedule differences exist even for practitioners at the same level due to hands-on lesson capacity.
It was only after Witch Jane and Caesar had contrasted that they determined that their scheduling was not an exception.
In a spacious bedroom, warm, melting lights come down from the top, placing a layer of light edge on the light beige fabric on the bed. The desk stall is open with handouts and notes, the decorative fireplace is abandoned due to the summer, and is filled with witchcraft-fed rabbit leaves.
The door to the living room was covered with the name tag "300012 Player, Witch Jane”.
Outside the door, the sounds released by the movie were squeezed in through the door.
“I love you, I admire you, my heart sucks when I mention you... but why did you give up on my heart...” The actress cried.
“I'm sorry, I love her, you're not like her.” The male lead similarly howls in the rain.
Caesar shouted and covered his ears with a picture of the class watch: “Is this fucking over?! When Xiangxiang told him to go back to three movies, he really saw three movies? It's been all night..."
Looking back, Witch Jane lay on the bed, her whole head against the wall, reaching for the harsh rabbit in the bed.
Caesar turned around and stared straight at the door. He gave up for half a day: "Forget it, we can't beat up that human weapon together...”
In that compartment, Witch Jane finally fished out the rabbit and sat down for a few moments, still thinking about the schedule just now: “That is, there was basically no gun lesson before the first elimination. Wild survival is the focus of the curriculum. ”
Caesar whispered: "Teaching progress is not very strong, but, little witch, our attendance at the Clawson show is on the run, and I don't think many people care about the schedule. ”
Witch Jane argued: “The first knockout...”
Caesar waved, his pride swung: "Knockout? Pick up the gun and do it. Hit him! ”
“…” Witch Jane decides to explore the game system herself.
Forty minutes away from the curfew, Witch Jane cleaned up briefly and took the map and was ready to go out.
Caesar stayed still in his bedroom like a saltfish.
Since sending his champagne "girlfriend” to buy property on the next planet, Caesar's obsession with terminal video has increased markedly.
“Hey, witch, can I borrow your rabbit?” Caesar ignored.
Witch Jane nodded and passed the rabbit off the bed, then hurriedly retrieved it: "Don't scratch his ear! Rabbit's ears are nervous, it's hard to recover after damage, have one hand to hold it..."
Caesar glanced at the Witch Jane demonstration and nodded. “Sorry, I caught it in the past and ate it.” Suddenly he looked at the witch Jane: “Little witch, who gave you this rabbit? ”
Witch Jane.
But Caesar quickly forgot this: “It's a bit like...”
Witch Jane opened her eyes, stopped spending time with her saltfish roommate, and opened the door and left.
In the living room, dog blood, youth, pain movies continue.
Under the faint light, Clawson is the only S-level player of the season so far, Wei Yan has no expression on his face.
Due to the poor performance of the lens, Xiangxiang arranged a homework for three films - the male and female masters cried together on the screen, and Wei looked sharply off the screen, with a murderous face.
When Jane opened the door, he glanced at it indifferently.
Through the light, Witch Jane first looked up at her roommate.
Wei Yan Wu Guan Qingjun, eyebrows raised, natural resistance thousands of miles away. He was sitting on the couch with a glass of fresh water on his right hand and a tattoo on his right arm was remarkable. Swivel from elbow to wrist while drinking water, like a mechanical job that is precise in calculation.
“…” Witch Jane seriously suspected that Wei was not beneath the cushion, but a hundreds of thousands of milliamps power bank to keep this S-level practitioner running on a daily basis.
In silence, they stared at each other.
Witch Jane immediately showed goodwill: “My name is Witch Jane, a white moonlight entertainment practitioner. ”
Wei showed Witch Jane the name tag attached to the door of her bedroom.
299763, Wei Yan.
Witch Jane was not discouraged and tried to broaden the subject: “Movies… who recommended them to you? ”
Wei showed the other direction, the only one in the four who had not yet appeared in their sleep - Silver Scroll Entertainment Trainer, a light-fired bedroom nameplate.
“…” Witch Jane finally realized the embarrassment of responding to Xiangxiang's interaction with this player, and he tried to show a sincere smile: "… OK, I'll go first and see you tonight. ”
Wei Yan finally opened his mouth and spit out two words with no temperature: “Goodbye.” Just go ahead and finish your visual work.
The curfew has not yet begun, and the South Tower is very lively.
Witch Jane avoided the crowd and walked all the way to the open sand tray on the west side of South Ta.
The sand plate was engraved in the first knockout and was a map of the race that had been used by the seafarers.
The pale blue river originates deep in the hills and stretches all the way to the grasslands.
Inside a deserted sandbox, Witch Jane quickly sorted out a limited number of clues.
Two weeks, twenty-seven hours. Twenty hours of survival skills, four hours of lens performance, one hour of psychological warfare, one hour of mathematics, one hour of firearms.
In the knockout, the firearms requirement is clearly lower than the sea option.
Program clips are limited, and the knockout ends in 24 hours.
If player conflicts are reduced and elimination rules remain the same, there must be a potential threat that will allow players to eliminate quickly...
Witch Jane suddenly took a beating.
Environment.
Extremely demanding living environment.