Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

When Jane woke up, she stood in front of the mirror muttering and brushing her teeth.

The teenager in the mirror had thin arms and thin legs, showing no slight tendency to muscle gain.

Out of the bathroom, Witch Jane couldn't help but turn over the remaining XX Rabbit Milk Candy.

This is half an hour away from the rally.

Witch Jane seriously did twenty push-ups, jumped from one end of the bedroom to the other, then jumped back, finally lifted the iron for a while, ah, boom, Jane and heavy swallowed the milk sugar.

Flexible body slightly fever due to morning practice, Witch Jane showered, poked her soft little belly, happy to go out.

Witch Jane doesn't seem to be naturally athletic, her skeleton is thin, and her muscle lines are not obvious. Due to the long practice of dancing, the body is flexible and even if the abs are not visible, the flatulence and action burst force are not negligible.

- According to the old dance teacher's assessment, Witch Jane was born to eat this bowl of food in the idol industry.

--At this time, however, Witch Jane was lined up for breakfast with a small white bowl among a group of gusseted, muscularly knotted, hairy puppets.

Clawson's canteen aunt's eyes lit up, quickly stuffed Witch Jane with a milk and yellow sandbag, Ha Ha Ha covered it with crystal clear white rice.

When it was Caesar's turn, the rice spoon spread through the air and slapped and compacted in the bowl. “Okay, next one. ”

The cafeteria is busy and noisy.

It's much more spacious than it was a week ago.

Of the 500 practitioners who had entered the rehearsal, 100 left Clawson Show Base because of their Knockout ranking. White moonlight, R code and other luxury doors are not much affected, and some small company trainees are almost completely overrun.

Witch Jane chewed the quicksand bag with a small bite, and the sweet, slippery inner filling came out, and the salt egg yolk blended with butter milk gave off a fresh fragrance.

Caesar crooked his head for half a day and pulled Zooey off: “How is the little witch's bag different from ours? ”

Zoe immersed herself in the course materials: "So much crap, eat your bun! ”

At exactly 9: 00, 400 trainees finally assembled at the shooting venue.

The pyramid-shaped seats are arranged from top to bottom gradients, and the brilliant lights, like guides, extend up and meet at the top of the.

Behind the stage, the show PD made a gesture and the scene was suddenly quiet. The cloudy slots lit up, and the camera crew returned an OK——

The virtual screen opens.

Phase two of the Clawson show, officially begins.

The first lens is close-up to the player seats in the ranking.

Wei Feng was steadily in the first position, the light effect behind the flare spinning, and the other nine exit positions under his feet were equally high and upward, with the majesty of overlooking the world.

Of the four White Moonlight, Zoe ranked sixth, Caesar ranked 15, Witchcraft 23, and Wenlin 28.

After the knockout, there was also a fine tune between the different levels - several witchcraft familiar A-level practitioners were downgraded to B, and the CDE nearly bled out, with black-horse redheads spreading on top of each other, followed by several endorsements.

Competition rules do not allow players to advance across ranks.

Even if the redhead is no less powerful than A, at this point he only enters the C ladder.

Witch Lin looked up and saw the way out - 1 entertainment in the R code, 1 entertainment in the silver roll, 3 entertainment in Zhoma, 1 in the white moonlight, 2 entertainment in the well, and 1 entertainment in the blue people.

If he needs a shock out of the dojo--

In the middle of the venue, the program PD has picked up the microphone and started sprinkling thanks to the sponsor. Caesar was sitting behind the witch Jane, squeezing soybean milk into his mouth, and watching as the sponsors identified themselves.

“Alive Technologies... mainly deals with interstellar long-distance transportation, bulk cargo connections... Pet shipping... Race item is delivery?! ”

Caesar laughed, surrounded by happy soy milk air.

Slowly move the machine away by controlling the conduction of the lens at a distance.

The thin fire, which was originally smiling deeply at the lens, seemed sensational, closing his eyes and looking at Caesar. Caesar glanced at the past without showing any weakness, blocking the witch in the sight of the slutty man--

After a brief fire, I didn't know what I was thinking, and my anger turned away.

On stage, after nearly twenty minutes of advertising, we finally got to the bottom of it.

“In the second round of elimination in two weeks, 400 players will form 100 teams, each ranked according to their location rating. The competition is sponsored by Alive Technologies Friendly, the company's latest research and development, transportation, dispatch and central control technology has been approved by the Federal Class II patent...”

Witch Jane quickly wrote down the keywords, but the program PD was just a handful:

“After the knockout, the Clawson Show's first team will be broadcast soon, with the top 5 teams involved in recording and interacting with a wide range of fans...”

“Another announcement was made that the previous show 'Fans Most Wanted Program Benefits' had revealed that the result of the poll was' All Athletes Play The Clawson Show's Season Theme and Publish an MV Leaderboard ', and that the winning proceeds will be donated free of charge to the Federal XX Social Welfare Foundation. Please be sure to familiarize yourselves with the basic moves within two weeks. After the elimination, the exercise will be organized by instructor Xiangxiang..."

Puffing, Caesar's soy milk wrapper was squeezed in one hand.

Until the opening ceremony, the players were still blind and relatives. In addition to the bright flame surface, even live broadcasts were turned on--

“Sing? Dance?” Caesar exclaims, “What the hell votes? This is silver roll to buy a sailor brush, who doesn't fucking know that that lousy guy does this every day in the broadcast room. Who cares if we kill a runaway trainer? ”

Ex-Boyfriend · Lead Dance Witch Jane blinked her eyes, embarrassed to bow her head humbly.

Caesar had no idea: "No, I want a blood book to protest, Zoe. We need to stay together...”

Zoe looked cold in the past: “There's a way, you don't have to jump. ”

Caesar: “What?! ”

“Eliminate before rehearsing the theme song in the next period.” Zoe doesn't care anymore, turns to Witch Jane: “Come on, let's go check out the field. ”

The second round of elimination is 7 kilometres outside the North Tower and covers 6 hectares, with Alive Technologies logo on the outside. Looking at the foundation seemed to dig deep, it was blocked by a blackout plastic cloth, and there was no clue.

There are a lot of practitioners walking around the field pretending to be probes.

“Transport, dispatch.” Witch Jane pulled two keywords out of her notes.

Zoe thought, “Could it be a maze down there? ”

Witch Jane pondered for a moment, gathering all the known information and roughly ticking the picture in her head.

7 hectares, medium farm size.

The field is underneath and the light is dim.

Alive Technologies' main patent is centrally controlled transportation - there must be a cargo transport device on the field. It could be a conveyor belt, an elevator, or the simplest pulley device. All machines operate according to a certain pattern, forming a boost or obstacle in combat...

"What's this week's lesson?" asked Witch Jane. ”

Zoe looked at the schedule, frowned: "Shooting, tactical evasion, biology… and social psychology. ”

The pre-elimination course will necessarily be relevant to the content of the contest.

Biology is fairly easy to understand. Star beasts are an ever-classic theme in fugitive races, and due to the boom in the entertainment industry, a constant flow of highly aggressive species are sent to the arena every year.

Social psychology… appears quite abrupt in the popular curriculum.

“The first lesson is in 15 minutes.” Zoe kicked his foot and was trying to dig for clues, Caesar: “Explore first. ”

The classroom was full of 400 people.

When a young man in a plaid shirt came to the stage, the classroom was still busy until he opened his mouth and was suddenly quiet.

“I'm a researcher at Alive Labs, Central Signaling. Glad to be standing here. ”

The myriad of lights gathered, and the witch Jane couldn't help but open her eyes.

Instead of mentioning the layout of the field, the researcher wrote several words on the board: "Life, society, psychology. ”

“Everyone is an individual in society. We fear solitude, and if we do not have friends around, we will disappear into solitude. We fear congestion, and if the living space is too narrow, we disappear into congestion. We will be nirvana, and new life will be born in a stable environment. We will also tend to stay the same in turmoil...”

An hour later, the class bell rang.

The whole classroom was silenced--

Obviously more than one person did not understand.

Until the researcher smiled and waved goodbye, even Zoe couldn't help but trance: “Is this the researcher? It's not... marketing, clerics...”

Witch Jane's gaze is still on the notebook.

Zoe glanced and saw a lot of tight matchmen painted on Witch Jane's notebook and stood together.

Pretty cute.

Witch Jane suddenly said, “Zoe, is it possible that he said... a hint? ”

Zoe stunned: "Tip? Tips for the rules of the game? ”

Witch Jane thought about it and ended up closing her notebook.

Too few clues are known to be unexpected - or, as was the case last time, to dig through the details of the rules in the game.

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In the second phase of the Clawson show, 100 players will still leave the show after the show.

Program groups are sorted according to the length of players' survival and the number of kills in the contest. Grades E and F are eliminated directly. Grades D to S are eliminated in lieu of degrees.

For the lower circle players, killing is more intense than in the previous issue in order to break out of the circle.

—— The elimination always starts with E, F.

The Lower Circle is in jeopardy, the Middle Circle is barely worry-free, and the High Circle is the only 10 exit robbers that have robbed you of your death and I seem to have become the hallmark of the Clawson Show for decades.

Hierarchy is privilege, weakness is original sin.

The more the show ends, the more dangerous it is.

Two weeks later.

At 6 a.m., the door to the Dynamic Target Single Shooting Practice Room opened and the sweaty F-level trainer walked out and suddenly stunned towards the hallway.

He didn't expect anyone else to get up so early.

The solo shooting practice room has always been a hot resource for the Clawson show and is full from 8: 00 a.m. to 10: 00 p.m.

And the Clawson show is very moderate-level, in order to make the show effective and topic--

Trainees with a higher user rating than the practice room can swipe cards at any time to clear and replace users in the room.

Waiting outside the door is an A-level trainer.

The figure was stretched down into the sun, and he held a book in his hand, which seemed to have stood for a long time.

No one knows the face of the Clawson show this season.

“Is it the witch… the witch Jane? You've been waiting a long time.” He hurried.

Witch Jane's ID card hangs on her sleeve, and she can drive herself away at any time with her grade advantage, but waits outside the door until now.

Witch Jane hinted at the information in her hand: "No, just outside reading. ”

3015 ~ 3017 Classic Fugitive Field Analysis - Command and Auxiliary Positions

Tactical shooting is just one of the many knowledge reserves that Witch Jane lacks - obviously the trainer in front of her needs the single shooting room she just had.

The young man smiled: "Thank you just now. Several of my sisters love watching you play. ”

Witch Jane Amber suddenly opened her eyes: "Really? Thank them for me, too. ”

The young man smiled and turned back to help Witch Jane open the training room door. At the time of departure, only a few practitioners emerged sporadically from the far north tower, while the south tower was quiet.

That's what he remembered...

When did Jane get here? How early did he get up?

The sun is rising.

Clawson Show Cafeteria serves dessert to everyone, and quicksand bags, cage bags, and shrimp dumplings give off a seductive scent.

Sleek and delicate cuisine is insignificant before the runaway killer's diet.

Caesar lined up with a rice bowl and shouted in front of the cage every time he reached the dessert. He shouted and finished eating before he reached the next cage.

Even so, the ever-sloppy Clawson show is not stingy enough for this rich breakfast.

Witch Jane swallowed the last bag of cage soup and the mumps watched Zoe poke a chopstick into the flower roll.

Zoe slightly sighed: "It's a tough war to eat so well. ”

Witch Jane heard the story and immediately scratched the memories.

Almost before the last knockout, the crew seemed to be supplying only cold, cold butter toast.

He looked frightened at the abundance of snacks in front of him.

On the table on the left, the two players were eating, staring at holographic images and researching an interstellar worm profile. On the right, a team is discussing a raid strategy.

Through the canteen's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the far north of the Knockout Arena being drawn out of Phnom Penh by the sun.

All scaffolds have been removed.

In an hour, the player will perform the final position assessment, pick his teammates and throw one team into the field in the first order.

Wenlin took the lead after breakfast and smiled at Jane: “Little Witch, come on. ”

The old assistant of the White Moon Light unexpectedly picked out a new outfit during the selection, which was filled by the Witch Jane.

Caesar brought back another dumpling and yelled, “Is the little witch ready? ”

Theoretical examinations accounted for 60% of assisted position evaluations, while first-aid, communications, chemical prevention and other practical exercises accounted for 30%. The remaining 10% were shooting examinations published two weeks ago.

Witch Jane tidied up the knowledge nod in her head and nodded.

Athletes emerge from the canteen fish and enter the examination hall in turn.

The holographic screen on the dome reflects the order of precedence.

Wei Yan ranked first, and Witch Jane ranked second with a slight gap in votes over thin fire transmission.

Soon the three of them were taken backstage to prepare.

Wei Yan said nothing.

Thin rumors of fire stopped.

After Wei Yan was called away by the blood dove, the thin fire finally came together: “O little witch, what was the last time your friend was there? ”

Jane opened her eyes vigilantly.

I don't think so. “Don't be nervous, little witch. Hey, we're both straight guys. Don't worry about firing a CP! Don't let him know I'm looking for you again... you see how our team is this time, we don't play sideball, just pure friendship..."

The broadcaster made a gesture to Witch Jane.

Witch Jane slipped away and was dramatically stuffed with a support note as she passed the player's table: "The fans gave it to you. ”

The compact support banner is only the size of a slap, with a three-headed wizard painted on it, holding a rabbit against it, and holding the gun protruding.

"Witch, you're the best! ”

Witch Jane's eyes glow.

“Pretty cute, isn't it?" The show laughed: “Fans submit banners on the aid channel, randomly picking them up for players. Keep it, you can take it to the game. ”

Witch Jane nodded happily and put the note away. Waving before entering the quiz and other practitioners -

He suddenly stayed.

“Does every athlete have one? ”

Drama: "Yeah, theoretically, the less athletes should be assisted, the greater the chance that the banner will be drawn. Some players have only one map, which is 100 percent. High votes like Witch, fan hearts can be chosen, very rare... Is there a problem? ”

Witch Jane's trance: “No, no...”

The players are in the spare seat.

The redhead watched the play with dismay and handed a note to the guard.

“Holy shit... Vega doesn't have any footage in the field, the photos are blurry, the data is blank, so someone else should fight CALL? And a hundred credit point guardian promotions? Hahahahahahaha guardian brother hahahaha talent..."

The guard swept him, lazy, spreading the note, looking at the simple drawing rabbit raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed pleasing.

When the redhead stood silent, his eyes stared at the copper bell and he didn't see anything written. He scratched his cheeks.

Thank you. More grenades? Calm down. * 2 mines.

Squeeze your cute little paws and shake them! Salted fish for a day, I'll give it to you sooner ~