Whistles and applause filled the whole room.
On the screen, Rose enthusiastically raised the right hand of the female player: "Wow, tonight's best result is born.
There are two more players in 53 seconds.
Can they surpass six?"
Let’s wait and see what the No. 1 player will be like.”
He has been sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, watching the live broadcast on the electronic screen.
His legs are shaking back and forth.
He is not sure whether he is nervous or to relieve the tension.
He is the last contestant to appear tonight.
I don’t know whether this number is beneficial to him or not. unfavorable The live broadcast screen suddenly disappeared, and a notification was played on the electronic screen.
At the same time, a voice prompt said: "Contestant No. 8, go to the basement immediately and wait."
He stood up from the toilet and quickly looked in the mirror.
He couldn't recognize that the man wearing a white fighting suit and a black eye mask was him.
He put on the mask, left the bathroom, opened the door, and walked in the corridor with all the lights on.
It was empty and quiet around him, and there was a light in front of him, as if leading to an unknown mysterious world.
He tried his best to keep a steady pace and remain calm on the surface, and entered the elevator, which went straight down to the second floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he was startled.
A white passage extended out.
Several men in white protective clothing stood on both sides, each holding a black electric shock baton in their hands, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He was used to the self-service mode without guidance and attention.
Suddenly he saw so many competition staff greeting him with such a huge formation.
He couldn't adapt to it and hesitated to move forward.
A man on staff waved at him, motioning him to move forward.
Only then did he notice a row of electronic screens lined up on the walls on both sides.
On the silent screen, a male player was fighting to the death with a nuclear zombie.
It was the live broadcast of player No. 7.
His scalp tightened, and he knew that the next contestant was himself.
He did not dare to neglect and walked forward quickly.
When he reached the end of the passage, his eyes suddenly opened up.
A tall and wide circular corridor appeared in front of him.
On the inside of the corridor, there was a round white In the building, doors of different colors are lined up at equal distances, and a staff member stands in front of each door.
One of them waved to him and told him to come over, and he followed him into the red door.
Inside was a small square space, white from top to bottom, with nothing else except an electronic screen embedded in the wall, which was broadcasting live.
"Take off your mask and stand in the red box," the man said to him expressionlessly under the transparent mask of the spherical protective helmet.
He had the same expressionless face.
He followed his instructions and stood in the square red circle in the center of the ground.
A transparent cover was raised.
He had no unnecessary nonsense.
He was familiar with this process and had just practiced it two days ago.
On the screen at this moment, contestant No. 7 is taking off his blindfold and introducing himself to the audience.
Although he has defeated his opponent, he is not happy because his results are not ideal and he has no chance to win the weekly championship tonight.
"Next, we are going to invite the last contestant tonight, No. 8."
Rose's voice suddenly came in, and his whole body trembled, and the anxiety in his heart instantly overwhelmed the calmness he pretended to be.
A skylight opened on the ceiling, and he slowly rose up.
His legs could not help but tremble slightly.
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What was supposed to come finally came.
No matter how reluctant he was, he had to stand on this stage where he was extremely resistant. .
A beam of light was placed under his hood, and his whole body was bathed in blue light.
The noise poured into his eardrums from all directions, but he could barely see the scene in the audience.
He felt dizzy.
Strangely enough, when he was fully on the stage, his legs stopped shaking.
In this moment of public attention, he found that he was not as nervous as expected.
On the contrary, he actually enjoyed it.
Today, Rose is wearing a rose-colored Western-style waist-cinching skirt, with brown hair tied on top of her head, looking dignified and graceful, yet still charming.
It was the first time he was so close to Rose in person, but he was a little distracted.
His eyes fell on the opposite railing, which was a large smooth white curtain wall.
He suddenly wondered if there would be another contestant watching him behind the curtain wall.
Will she be in the competition?
Even if she is not in it, she will definitely see herself through the live broadcast.
"Contestant No. 8, are you confident in winning tonight's championship?"
Rose's sweet voice seemed far away, her beautiful face seemed distant, and her blurred eyes were like mist.
"I have always believed that wisdom, not strength, can make me go further in the game."
He also gave an answer that seemed to be in the fog.
"Haha, at least your answer is very wise, but what we want to see more is your strength."
Rose playfully teased, and got to the point amidst the laughter of the audience, "The contestants choose weapons."
He looked solemnly, turned his gaze to the screen, and chose an ax for himself.
And his opponent was the last one chosen by the audience.
As the nuclear corpse came out of the cage, a gunshot was fired, and the game began.
At this fateful moment, he raised his ax and tried hard to keep his mind clear of distracting thoughts, but countless distracting thoughts penetrated his mind at the same time, including his father's parting eyes, his vows, the consequences of losing the competition, the big and small... shadow Suddenly boos broke out, and he suddenly woke up from his trance.
He looked at the stopwatch on the big screen and saw that more than ten seconds had passed.
However, his opponent hesitated outside the killing range of the ax and followed unhurriedly.
He faced off, no wonder the audience was anxious.
He didn't dare to think too much, roared, and charged forward with his ax in hand.
The nuclear zombie was quite smart and jumped to the side to avoid his attack.
He pounced several times, and although "him" was injured in several places, none of them were fatal.
Instead, "him" became more alert and hid far away.
He looked at the stopwatch nervously.
There were only fifteen seconds left before tonight's best result, and these short fifteen seconds would determine whether he lost or won.
He had to win, because he couldn't afford to lose.
The sound of "ta da da da" timer urged him, and he was anxious.
If he didn't kill the enemy, he would have no chance.
His mind suddenly flashed back to the scene where he "choked" a death core corpse with his hands during a combat test.
He had a flash of inspiration and made a decisive decision regardless of the consequences.
Just when the audience thought that contestant No. 8 was about to be eliminated, he suddenly made a move that surprised everyone on the stage.
He swung his ax across the palm of his hand, and a puff of blood spurted into the air, facing the hesitant Nuclear Corpse opposite him.
He immediately turned into a fly that smelled the fishy smell and flew back like lightning.
The opponent came so quickly that before his bloody hand was raised to lure the enemy, he was grabbed by the opponent and opened his mouth to bite him.
He had quick eyes and quick hands, and struck "him" with an ax in his open mouth.
With a click, half of his head flew into the air, and everyone in the audience was amazed.
He immediately looked at the big screen.
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The stopwatch was set at "00:00:51".
His heart that almost jumped out of his chest shrank back to its original position.
He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand and gasped for air.
It was so dangerous.
It's so dangerous, if the stopwatch goes for a few more seconds, he will be out.
If he is caught by "him" on the head, he will be buried.
"Wow, what a person who was desperate, marched dangerously, took the wrong approach, put himself to death and survived."
Rose appeared on the screen, using a series of idioms to express her exclamation, "Let us congratulate No. 8 for becoming tonight's champion. , ask him to show his true face and introduce himself to everyone."
"Hello everyone, I am Xiao Ming from Rainbow Community.
Thank you for your support."
He waved to the surroundings with a victor's attitude, and threw the blindfold he took off to the area where the cheers were the loudest.
"Come on, Xiao Ming, come on," a voice full of mature female charm came from close by.
He was stunned when he saw Sister Xiang sitting in the front row waving to him.
She was not wearing a mask and was dressed up in a flashy dress, which made the male audience members next to her look sideways.
She did not break her promise and came to support him.
"Xiao Ming, it seems that you have a lot of fans.
You not only let us see your strength, but also your wisdom.
I hope you can go further in the next competition."
Rose's blessing was sincere and seemed to be He was impressed.
His performance tonight really touched people's hearts.
After all, in such a decisive game, intelligent players are rare.
Judging from the reaction of the audience, they also need to see a different player.
"Auntie, please don't worry, I won't let you down."
He was full of confidence and winked in the direction of the curtain wall.
The audience thought he was talking to Rose or Sister Xiang, but they didn't know what was really going on.
The target is someone else.
He returned to room 518 with the title of weekly champion.
Everything was as usual, without any changes.
For him, staying was the biggest victory, while the other rooms had already changed their owners.
He thought of the knock on the door.
At this point, who would be looking for him?
Maybe he won the weekly championship, what surprise would the organizing committee reward him with?
He went over and pulled the door, but it didn't open, and then opened the drawer below.
The lunch box is inside.
The organizing committee was very considerate and prepared a midnight snack for him.
Although the time for the showdown on stage was very short, it consumed a lot of energy.
He suddenly felt hungry.
When he opened the lunch box, the aroma was fragrant.
What a surprise, he was all fat and white.
Fat leek dumplings.
He suddenly felt a little chilly.
How did they know that he loved eating dumplings the most?
It seemed that his past and present lives were all under the supervision of the other party.
Why do you think so much?
If you are drunk today, you will take care of tomorrow.
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He finished the dumplings deliciously and lay quietly on the big bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about today's performance.
He was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep, and unknowingly thought of her again.
She must have seen his triumph, did she recognize him, would she be surprised, would she be happy for him?
He suddenly thought of a serious problem.
She was the champion of last week, and he was the champion of this week.
In other words, she and he were going to meet in the same monthly competition, and he and she would compete for the monthly championship.
Thinking of her magical knife-throwing skills, he didn't think he had a chance to win against her.
Where should he go?
Can he convince her to give up the game?
Even if she gives up, can he win other weekly championships?
The more he thinks about it, the more confused he is.
He has come out of the excitement of victory.
Now, he has to find a way to meet her. , explain everything clearly and see what decision she makes However, his desire to meet her is a plan that seems impossible to realize.
He is still "in jail" and has the same training sessions every day.
It is just the weapon selection part of the combat training.
It has been changed from self-selection to machine selection, allowing him to Get familiar with a variety of different weapons.
He doesn't dare to be lazy.
The future is in his own hands.
Only by working hard can he change his destiny.
A week passed in a flash, and in the afternoon, another notice to watch the game came up on the electronic screen.
In fact, he had no interest in watching the game.
He had seen everything he needed to see and learned everything he needed to learn.
The rest was just for watching.
It depends on the player’s own understanding.
However, he was still very happy to walk out of room 518, and he had the right to relax.
More importantly, it gave him a chance to meet her.
He decided to repeat his old trick.
After watching the game, he was the last one to get out of the elevator and knocked on the door one by one.
Knock off to find her.
He went out and found that the corridor was empty, and then he remembered that he was the only one this time.
Wouldn't it be better to let him have the underground "box" to himself, not to mention he didn't have to worry too much.
He entered the elevator, went down to the negative floor, walked through the empty concrete passage, and walked into the long and narrow space specially designed for players to observe the competition.
As soon as he entered, he saw that there was already one person sitting on the chairs lined up in a row.
There was only one person, sitting there quietly under the faint light above his head.
His plain clothes were short, like a flower blooming in a dark room.
The beautiful shadows are moving.
In this world, there was only one person who could make him have such an association.
He was so happy that he stepped forward quickly, put his hands on her shoulders, and shouted: "Wanruo" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his hands being clasped, and a strong force hit him.
Before he could react, he flew up like a cloud, and the wall reached his eyes.
His head hurt, his vision went dark, and he fainted: