Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

“See a ghost, laying his skin on his bed, holding a colored pen and painting; but throwing a pen, lifting his skin, such as a shape-shaped garment, all over his body.” - Pussy Age "Painting Peel".

There was a lot of noise in the broadcast room!

Clawson's seventh round of knockout.

Without seeing off-site subtitles, athletes have less information than their audience.

Witch Jane swallowed acoustic pills as instructed. The watch drips and the game starts in 10 minutes. Having had the experience of facial disguise, Witch Jane adapts very quickly to the "human skin mask” that is firmly attached to her skin.

Once again, he flipped through Wang Ping's script on the watch.

No wonder his face is flat.

No wonder talent is flat.

The contracting company is no surprise.

Background experience -

“Your training lasts only six months. You are a Rapper on the team due to incomplete five-tone and uncoordinated limbs. Of course, you and your team are very pasty. But you had an unknown past. ”

“Get Props: Black History Video. When you publish this video, the trainees involved in all the videos will be attacked by a 'Black History Hammer', and the popularity will be eliminated. ”

Witch Jane clicked on the video.

- Wang Ping, who kept the head of the explosion, and another brother-in-law who looked like a demon, were wearing a slutty nightclub dress to accompany the rich lady to the bar.

Witch Jane leaned back, her eyes tranced: “…” 96 people are just fine. Little punk can still try to attack back, but little punk with black history can't do anything about it!

Prop videos are even more useless.

The so-called "black history” also involves Wang Ping himself, and Witch Jane's posting of the video would be tantamount to self-destruct in the fugitive race.

The watch drips again.

Only 5 minutes to the start of the match.

Witch Jane took a deep breath, closed her eyes and finally combed her emotional state. In the seventh round of the knockout, the Clawson Show and the Stardust Cup Youth Training League, there are far more than a few familiar A-level practitioners against each other. Meanwhile, the involvement of Stardust Cup brought in a large number of imperial runaways ——

Zoe and Chu Chu had all spoken to Witch Jane before the competition. A number of high-profile runaways in the empire have a pursuit.

Gorgeous performance killing.

In any event, however, its objectives are clear.

50 in 20.

Outside the room door, the machine squeaks and rotates, the valve that was originally closed to the player is about to open. Witch Jane tilted her torso slowly and approached the mirror in the dressing room.

He was studying every inch of "Wang Ping".

Wang Ping's cheeks were slightly swollen, his face was larger, his actual mandible was wider, and his round jaw. The cheekbones are flat and generally considered to be hard injuries.

Witch Jane practiced a smile in the mirror.

Wang Ping's smile was plain and the lens infectivity was almost nil. Witch Jane thought about it and then smiled and revealed her dog's teeth. The smile pulled the muscles down the thick chin, the cheekbones rose and finally sidelined the "brilliant”. But the entire face type of hard wound can't be remedied from the front--

Witch Jane pressed her chin against the side of the mirror over her cheek.

Third, fourth. “Business” is a survival skill that every idol must learn before they come out. Understanding the strengths and weaknesses of your five officers and making the most appropriate facial expressions management is an important lesson in Witchcraft's memory as an intern.

The game is about to begin.

Witch Jane pulled the long hair forward from the back of her face, blocking her flat forehead. Under Liu Hai was an elongated single eyelid, and then smiled sharply at the side of the mirror.

“Wang Ping" 's leather bag was finally held up by his soul.

Witch Jane finally swept her glasses and straightened herself up to push the door open for the seventh round of the elimination.

As players prepare for the outdoors and a series of colored balloons set up, AI stewards enthusiastically welcome players to the training camp.

This factory perfectly restored the early twentieth century artwork scene, photography equipment, when the camera swept in the direction of the witchcraft--

The teenager waved and grabbed a lens without courtesy, smiling warmly and without stinging, contrasting sharply with the gloomy sky in the background in a sun like a warm afternoon.

The showtime shot, which was supposed to wander by, exceptionally stayed for 3 seconds for Witch Jane.

At this time, the squares were full of people, and 100 "men's troupe show practitioners" who had just stepped out of the nanny car were in a messy line, each with a dark estimate of each other's strengths.

Witch Jane's starting point was stuck in the corner of the square, and she hadn't seen the big man around her, and Caesar, Mingyao, and Zoe were all out of sight at a glance.

Most players are starting out cold because of the alliance permits. Witch Jane thought about it and finally understood how Wang Ping came to be the “96.”

In show shows, the audience always only sees faces, there are so many beautiful faces here!

On the temporary stage above the square, AI staff finally organized a queue of players.

“I checked in the name of the player to designate a building division...”

“RAP Class 2, Wang Ping...”

Witch Jane crossed the long crowd and squeezed into the label "RAP Class 2”, her gaze constantly wandering around. Escapers disguised as men's group players are generally over-bodied. But Floating City's bio-friendly technology is pure and green, even a meter and nine strong man with a beautiful face doesn't appear to be uncomfortable.

The RAP 2 Squad was divided into 16 people, and the lead choreographer, Sister AI, had a fine, simulated bio-skin that was as elongated and precise as that portable robot's robotic fingers, with legs all under her neck.

Witch Jane can finally be sure that even NPC will be more noticeable than Wang Ping in this hellish pageant.

Sister AI handed out the task card to everyone.

“RAP Class 2, your first gig is in three days. After each class performance, the audience will vote for all of you. ”

“That's 16 of you, plus 800 votes. ”

“Once the final votes have been consolidated, we will sort them all by the number of votes obtained on the field. Within 100, the last 40 will be eliminated. Do you hear me? ”

Nod in the crowd of witches and spirits.

The mind spins fast. Six classes, eight hundred viewers on the field vote six times. Player 100 in 60. The number of votes for promotion can also be guaranteed to be.

800X6/60.

“80 votes.” Someone said slowly in his ear.

Witch Jane turned around and swept her gaze all the way down.

“4800 ticket slots for 60 people, so the security line for promotion is 80 votes. There is, of course, an algorithm. If you can eliminate 40 people before the show, you can guarantee the promotion of the rest of them.” The man shrugged: “My name is Lega, and I'm ranked 39 in the premiere. ”

Lega smiled: "As you can see, I'm looking for allies. ”

A silent RAP Squad 2 seemed to have been suddenly revitalized.

Trainee Lega opens the door and drives straight in, quickly taking the lead on the Alliance. Soon the atmosphere was hot, with the exception of one “Silver Armor” trainer, who was disdainful of the alliance, the remaining 15 quickly hugged.

Witch Jane was mixed with the crowd. At first, she also speculated that Silver Armor might be Wei Yan, but the renovation of the human atmosphere is special, it is impossible to wear a mask without recognizing it. Silver armor is steady, strength should not be weak, is isolation and pride -

Lega, who has been quickly pushed to the core of the think tank, asks AI again: "What happens if a player disappears before the performance? ”

AI smiled and replied: "It will be regarded as a withdrawal, and of course, the rest of us can still perform on stage. ”

The atmosphere was slightly cooler.

Witch Jane exhaled softly.

Sixteen persons received 800 votes, an average of 50 votes per person.

But if RAP Squad 2 kills each other to the last person left, he gets 800 votes.

But I don't suppose a 96-member punk like myself would bring the first sacrifice knife--

AI smiles: "Is that clear? So let's shoot today's opening interview. Please wait a moment and follow me in the order of the players who have registered their names. ”

“Number one, Nicholas," AI looked down at the list of players: “First impression ranked number two. ”

RAP Squad 2 is suddenly quiet.

The initial impression ranks No. 2, and the initial popularity that comes with it must not be underestimated. If you go on stage with Nicholas, the ability to separate the ticket compartment is bound to be like a floodbeast.

Nicholas, who was named, was also a fool.

Classmates can naturally think of it, too. 100 in 60, the higher the initial impression, the greater the threat to other players. If RAP Class 2 has the next circle of players fighting for promotion, the first one to be eliminated is Nicholas.

Witch Jane stood in the crowd and swept away the No. 2 seed at a glance.

Trainees stroking the Nicholas script floated slightly, muscularly strong, but visibly weak, with both biceps shaking in Cesar.

Witch Jane has implicitly figured out the course of the entire game. The runaway players were randomly disturbed to positions 1-100, and the clash continued to shuffle and shift until the final rank matched their strength.

Witch Jane looked at Nicholas' physique and then at the face of the No. 2 seed. I have to admit, Nicholas has a handsome face that is in line with one of the mainstream aesthetics of the 21st century...

Witch Jane suddenly took a beating.

This face actually looks familiar.

At this point, Nicholas' gaze also matches Wang Ping in the crowd--

Witch Jane, head down fast:!! How could it be him?

Nicholas was then called in as the ninth Silver Armor of the Preliminary Elephant.

Witch Jane suddenly understood why Silver Armor refused to join the Alliance. This man is nothing more than a pet of heaven - a man who is strong enough to escape, not afraid to fight, not afraid to be shadowed. And the luck burst into the 9th. As long as Silver Armor doesn't miss, it's easy to keep the rank in the finals.

Sixteen people were called into the interview room, closed the door and left again. Unsurprisingly, Witch Jane was ranked last in 96. He put “Wang Ping" on this face with great admiration. Mune, stubborn. Pull the tube, move it. Standing in the middle of a bunch of Rappers like a senior gangster, you could barely write "Passenger A” or “Round Trip” on your face.

Until Jane walked in.

Three cameras pointed straight at him.

“Is this live too?” Witch Jane whispered to AI.

AI cameras nodded and were not impressed with Wang Ping. Witch Jane knows, closes the door, stands in front of the camera--

“Wang Ping" smiled sharply at the camera, his back was straight and he started pretending

The camera was stunned.

Witch Jane Courtesy: “Director, can I sing something quietly? ”

The camera made a random gesture indicating that Witch Jane had finished her song earlier, but the first sentence opened. The AI immediately gave a surprise look.

Two minutes later, Witch Jane ended the interview with a sigh of relief. In just a few minutes, he's figured out everything he can to add to his play! According to Wang Ping's current ranking, unless RAP Class 2 had an inhumane civil unrest killing and the staircase leading up to the performance was covered in blood... Witchcraft could not score 80 spectator votes.

Pussy doesn't play, it's always just pussy.

Witch Jane sighs at the table.

After the interview, after the uniform “touching self” part of the show, Witch Lin was asked to press the sworn hand mark on a white wall after reading the saliva line "I can do it, I'll make sure I make my dream come true".

When pressing the fingerprint, Witch Jane hesitated slightly, but was soon forced to press with her wrist grabbed by AI.

“Okay.” Sister AI smiled and photographed Witch Jane: “Very good singing. I wish I could still see you alive on the stage. ”

"" … "

Handprints in red pigment compare to horror movies in the dark light. The other side of the white wall, which belongs exclusively to the dance room of RAP Class 2, is also a white wall with a “16” in the same red paint. Touching blood is creepy.

It's like RAP Class 2, the soul of 16 people.

You're dead to my living soul.

Witch Jane opens the door to the interview room and learns to heal the metaphysical bitch for a second. "Interview, I don't know, my 96 interviews are useless...” replied the classmates while they were not paying attention.

Open a forum, log in to your personal account, and you'll be all set.

Nicholas! Nicholas! Come on, JMS. Put him in C-position. [Hands up] [Hands up]

"Building Buildings for Treasure Twins Yuchu & Yuend"

Silver Armor - Hundred Fights Again!

Witch Jane turned almost three pages and finally pulled a fan post out of the corner.

"Suddenly, Wang Ping is not bad? The song is poking!

Witch Jane secretly put a sticker on her account and closed the watch satisfactorily.

Clawson Show Live Room.

The lens swept through the witch Jane and the curtain screamed: “I'm a cute little witch in biao! Ashama really wants to cross into a copy when a fan posts to you!”, “my son's broken soul is really flashing, and Wang Ping can't stop you hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - [picturing table], the beauty of the little witch! I can't see it. Cry! ”

Desk.

"It must be wonderful to send a little witch to the men's troupe," replied Xiangxiang with a smile. Especially music, dance. Of course, even with the runaway show, the witch players are very good at adding to themselves. ”

Blood pigeon nods: “His simulated ticket silo rose by 12 percentage points because he sang in an interview. Following this trend, the top 60 performances are not difficult. However.”

“This is not how the Knockout Round works. The game hasn't started yet. ”

Trainee training room.

After the RAP Class 2 interview, AI led 16 practitioners into their exclusive dormitory area.

Witch Jane lowered her head and her memory went to its fullest, engraving the corridor orientation, the room distribution, the escape passage and everything that could be used as a weapon.

Soon the map of the dormitory was largely shaped in the brain.

RAP Class 2 and several other classes are far apart. Witch Jane can even be sure that the show team split the field at the beginning of the match and that 16 of them are currently confined to the "split field” where 100 people fled.

“Here we are." AI made a "please” gesture.

Witch Jane looked up and blinked.

The two windows reveal elegant hints of fragrance in the single room, one with “Nicholas -NO.2” on the door and one with “Silver Armor -NO.9” on the door. Next to it are several bedrooms for 4 people.

"" … "

Witch Jane: “!!!” Doesn't pussy have the right to sleep alone!

No, I didn't.

Silver armor should go to its own single room first, silently close the door and lock it from the inside. And then Nicholas, who is still in a trance, this beautiful piece of crap walks in with him.

Witch Jane admitted to climbing into her own four sleepers.

Upon entering the house, the roommates argued: "The top ten rooms can be locked from the inside, and security is guaranteed, not counting as the benefits given to them by the rules. However, the top 10 is very European...”

Witch Jane chatted about her true popularity.

The folk songs in the interview can only get popular for a moment. To suck/powder, you have to think of other ways...

There was a gentle knock outside the bedroom.

Several people looked out the door.

The door was not closed and a slight stitch was opened. Witch Jane saw the figure and got up.

“I'm going out for a minute.” Witch Jane blurred to her roommate.

Go down the hall and close the door.

Nicholas stood outside the door.

The two were relatively silent: "…”

Witch Jane pointed down the stairs, gently: “Go down and say it. ”

Beautiful waste Nicholas nodded, the two walked into the fire escape, and as soon as the iron door closed, Nicholas shook softly: “Night club - male model? ”

Witch Jane on the code: "Black history? ”

Nicholas: "Rich woman? ”

Witch Jane: "… accompanying alcohol? ”

Nicholas was ecstatic, and took out his watch and showed it to Witch Jane.

Same exact black history video. Wang Ping, who kept the head of the explosion, was sitting next to Nicholas the handsome man.

—— Props: Black History Video. When you publish this video, the trainees involved in all of the videos will be attacked by the 'Black History Hammer', while the popularity is eliminated.

Nicholas took a long sigh of relief and looked bright: "Dude, let's make an alliance. You self-destruct me, I self-destruct you! ”

Witch Jane looked at him like a fool: “Is that how you came to me? Aren't you afraid I'll get rid of you? ”

Nicholas begged, "Brother, I can't do this. I'm second in line, I'm in a ticket box, nobody's looking for an alliance. Besides, we should have the same strength...”

Witch Jane: “Do we have the same strength? ”

Nicholas nodded before he could open his mouth and slammed his shoulders against the back of the wall, forcing them to twist from neck to waist. Behind you is tremendously creepy.

He didn't even see how Jane did it.

But the person behind it is definitely no weaker than any Stardust Cup practitioner.

Nicholas Thriller: “!! Brother, Brother Wang Ping, no, no, no. I'm a small trainer on the foreign card team. I can't fight or fight. I go to competitions everywhere and spend money on business trips...”

Nicholas was sweating cold and his back turned cold. Wang Ping still had that face, his eyes were as cold as a knife, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Witch Jane flipped.

Nicholas is really weak, so weak... that he can probably fight with the witch when he dances, and he's blind all over his body!

Witch Jane spoke slowly: "Delete the video. ”

Nicholas's hands and feet were stiff.

Witch Jane leaned over and vomited in a cold way. She had goose bumps on the back neck of Nicholas.

In six months, two months in Floating City, Clawson promoted Witch Jane's melee fight from F all the way to A +. After the hellish training instruction of the guardian, she had the power to fight even the thin fires.

Clawson Show Live Room.

The first fight that broke out in the seventh round of knockouts focused on all spectators.

“Much progress has been made.” After looking at it for a long time, the blood dove finally nodded with joy: “So let's turn the camera to K of hearts...”

Exercise dormitory fire escape.

Nicholas was forced to delete the "Black History” video of the two of them, leaving only a copy of the Witch Jane watch.

“All right.” Witch Jane was satisfied and finally nothing threatened him with this little punk prop!!

Witch Jane: "Alliance. ”

Nicholas was stunned.

Wang Ping was not surprised. I didn't expect him to be ruthless under his skin. But Nicholas didn't expect Wang Ping not to eliminate himself, but to propose an alliance.

“Alliances can.” Witch Jane says: "But I have a condition. ”

Nicholas Big Happy: “Hey you say! ”

Witch Jane opened the watch.

Fans Forum, home page brush a tall building built for Nicholas. Anli paste, girlfriend powder transfer, wife powder special, mother powder special.

“You're very popular,” said Witch Jane, looking at this second-ranked player like a million-fan super-blood packet! At this time, it is false to say that there is reciprocity and mutual benefit, and that the powder is raised together!

“Help me lift the coffee table," said Witch Jane bluntly. “Lend me some blood. ”

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