Inside the sand tray, the shadowless lights are as bright as day.
A miniaturized nautical map is embedded in a glass cover, approx. two pool table sizes.
Half an hour away from the curfew, Witch Jane constantly shifts angles, adjusts the setting parameters in the sand tray model, and observes changes in the entire map.
Half the hills, half the grasslands.
When the wind speed reaches 33m/s, the river settles on the embankment downstream, the peaks show a splash, and there are landslides in the three hills. Broad-leaved woodland with crispy soil and stiff coniferous forest bottom... in extreme cold conditions...
A series of data were quickly marked in Witch Jane's notebook.
The same map, because the different systems of the race can stretch out completely different ways.
If he's right, the sea is PVP, and the knockout is PVE.
From athletes to disaster environments dominating the pace of the competition, the level of scarcity of resources under the Jungle Rule will rise in a straight line.
Witch Jane suddenly remembered a popular online game a thousand years ago.
In PVE replicas, players are faced with a copy of BOSS that exceeds their own countless times in attack/defense data, but for the sake of game fairness, there are usually laws that can be followed to decipher.
If you can find a pattern in the game--
Witch Jane's gaze fell on the only "mathematics” section of the curriculum, then moved on to "guns”.
Before you can get down in the woods and play the draftsmanship routine seriously, try to prevent yourself from getting shot to death!
Witch Jane mourned.
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A week went by.
Redhead still punches when he works hard to help the guards. Caesar greases in the video every day and asks the ladies "if I'm your lovely little rabbit number” sweetly, even as Wei's indifferent eyes sweep past Caesar, looking at an intellectual retard.
Another roommate, the Silver Scroll Team's thin fire spreads hauntingly, and he occasionally sees fans live in the woods.
Witch Jane suddenly realized: “He... and the sniper of the silver roll seem to have filled the water with names...”
Zoe cold-blooded on one side: "It's a brother. The level of coating is three stars per day, in order to draw votes for the flames, and to send the homemade powder in the live broadcast room to create the momentum. ”
Witch Jane was surprised.
Zoe added: "Go and tumble in the same style, the foot of the dish, the slutty man. ”
The summer breeze blew through, and a thin flame came from inside the woods, deliberately lowering his voice, making the male voice: "Babies, miss me, huh? ”
Witch Jane is creepy.
The thin fire spreading continues: “Thank you XX for the fire spreading sword. Hmm? If you don't yell at Mac today, singing is fine. What does the baby want to hear...”
Zoe quickly pulled Jane away: "Psychotic! Witch, ignore him. Good boy, don't play with him!” A reminder: “Silver roll is the way to go. Six million dollars of sponsorship can be smashed into marketing. Trainers should see their faces first and second...”
He looked back at the witch Jane and looked at her with pleasure.
The best face... but in our white moonlight!
If the little witch goes live...
I'm afraid it's not a live room. Minutes squeeze!
Witch Jane spent the first week of the Clawson show, basically in the training room - bedroom, two o'clock a line.
After removing the aiming compensator, Witch Jane's center deviated once again, but her shooting speed increased steadily. On the ninth day of the firearms lesson - Caesar, knowledgeable of the weak foundations of witchcraft, almost stared.
Static target fire averaged five rings, no off-target.
Zoe, a professional sniper, was also apparently surprised that she had read Witch Jane's training records and had taken it orally.
“Nine days, 40 hours of static target practice, 12 hours of dynamic target, nine hours of tactical evasion ——” Zoe looks at Caesar: “He's still in class during the day. How many hours does he sleep? ”
Caesar was confused: "This... I don't see any witches back in the bedroom...”
Zoe sighed slightly: "Kids spell too hard. ”
At the end of the firearms lesson, the trainees left the classroom.
Clawson's show PD came in through the back door, borrowed the fire from the mentor's blood dove, and the two of them squatted on the ground and swallowed clouds of mist, watching it play back.
“300012, how's it going?” The program PD suddenly asks.
Blood pigeon stunned: “What? ”
PD lights the screen with a smoke: “The one with the good looks. ”
The blood dove nodded and was obviously impressed, spitting a cigarette ring: “Nice. ”
PD hey hey smile, by the blood pigeon standard, that's pretty good.
He pinched the playback video and pointed it out to the clip: “Close up on the witch athlete's training time, and the notebook... what brand of mineral water was on his table? Not a sponsor?! Trademarks are all over Mosaic! Without hundreds of thousands of credit points, don't frame yourself with our little witch! ”
The program PD was full of red light, and I looked at the blood pigeon: “The witch player has invested a lot in our show. Your interview with the artist, why don't you pull a few trainees together? Plus a little witch? ”
The blood pigeon shook his head: "You know, I pick the trainees, not the commercial value. ”
PD mumbling: “... Hi, Trainer Selection Show, you were really rushing to pick the League Champions. Little witch can't be strong, attitude is there, diligent to suffer. Isn't it sooner or later? ”
Blood pigeon says: "His credentials are in the top of the list. ”
Center top, not top.
Blood pigeons have been professional athletes for 20 years, have been retired for 20 years, and have handled countless trainees. Witch Jane is not the best firearm talent, but one of the most diligent.
He appreciated the witch Jane's attitude, which often allowed such trainees to go further.
But the runaway show is far more brutal than I thought.
Among athletes, the talent gap cannot be bridged by an acquired effort.
Twenty years ago, he was looking for a league player, and Witch Jane could take it into consideration. But 20 years later, he just wanted to bring out a league champion.
As soon as the program PD listened to "Mid-Top," it was already, slightly sighed: “Okay. So tell me, which one of these trainees can get into your old fashion eyes? ”
Blood pigeon: "Wei Yan. ”
“R-yard entertainment,” PD thought: "That happened before, and the stock price fell quite a bit. Only Wei Yan is left with three S-level practitioners, and human rights organizations are watching every day...”
Blood pigeon shook his head: "I told you, I just want the champion. ”
The other one should not be taken into account.
PD: “What about everyone but Wei Yan? ”
“The thin fires of silver coils, snipers of white moonlight. And the redhead ——" Blood pigeon can't remember the name of the player for a moment and a half.
PD laughed: “Yo, I remember. The D-level practitioner, he picked it out very well. The road is still wild, look at the momentum, used to be in the basement □ □ race. ”
The blood dove nodded: “Nice talent. And the one who taught him...”
He paused slightly: "At least not under me. ”
The program PD was stunned and almost dropped its cigarette butt.
The only math lesson on the two-week schedule was late.
With a cry in the classroom, the practitioners had to squeeze the cerebral capacity memoir formula out of their muscles until Caesar left class to distinguish the derivative from the divide.
Witch Jane couldn't help but loaned her notes to her teammates and took the terminal to the sandbox room.
Caesar snapped halfway and suddenly remembered something:
“Hey, little witch, don't forget tonight at 8: 00...”
Looking back, there was no one there.
In the unquestioned sandbox room, the smart camera lit up as soon as Witch Jane came in, sliding around him.
Witch Jane touched a hand on the camera, and Kwon said hello and sat on her knees against the map tray.
Twenty-four hour knockout.
Extremely harsh living environment.
Plus the new tips I got today:
Two hours of mathematics, not witch Jane's predetermined graphics, but more mathematical - that is, the "rules” in the knockout can be quantified in numerical terms, with few or only solutions.
In the quiet sand tray room, the only sound is the sound of Sasha scratching the tip of the pencil on this book.
Witch Jane's eyebrows gathered slightly and her amber pupils cast a soft ceiling.
It is not possible to deduce the specific model of the knockout from the existing conditions - but there is always no harm in taking the contour lines and scales off the map.
In silence, the terminal suddenly “drips”.
7: 58 p.m.
Witch Jane looked at the Eye Terminal screen and said, "Subscriptions will be broadcast in 2 minutes."
Witch Jane was waiting to close at random and suddenly remembered - she seemed to have only subscribed to a general arts show.
Clawson show.
The weekly issue opens on time on Sunday.
Zoe specifically ordered that White Moonlight, as a family, gather neatly to watch.
Witch Jane stood up in panic, leaving the sandbox room and rushing towards Zoe's bedroom.
At 8: 01, Witch Jane still struggled to climb the stairs in the South Tower. The terminal is over and the first issue of the Clawson Show officially opens after the rematch.
It's dark in the screen.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
The light shines in the lens and is exactly what the familiar practitioner's bedroom looks like.
The trainer in the bed flipped over and revealed soft, curly hair and fine red cheeks.
- The original silent barrage suddenly boiled!
Dozens of stars away, some private base.
The young man watching TV on the couch sat up and looked stunned: “Is this the Clawson show? Am I transferring the wrong station? Epic, Epic - Goddamn it, can I sign up now?" Or you can call in two cents, and I'll go with you. ”
The companion next to him coughed slightly, indicating that he looked behind him.
The young man turned back slowly and his back was stiff: "Wei, Wei, you are here too...”
The Horseman's gaze swept toward the screen without expression.