Chapter 55: Battle of Zhuolu (including some comics)
The calm and smooth start made some people feel relieved for the time being.
The room where the game was watched became lively, as if it had turned into a new type of social gathering. Some people started to flatter, some started to talk, and some people were ignored by the people they were talking to, their faces turned black, and they turned away in embarrassment.
"Hey, is that the Lingyun Guild's team? Only an hour has passed, and the ranking has already risen so much. The tactics and coordination are very good."
A bearded man said as he looked at the rotating rankings on the display screen.
"It's just that they seem to be dissatisfied with the distribution of points?"
In the picture, three teams led by Lingyun team are approaching a group of unaware superpower teams from different directions.
The illusion is huge, and each team will disperse after entering it, so there will not be a stare-to-eye confrontation with the opponent as soon as they land.
Therefore, after Ling Yun reached a cooperation with the other two groups, the psychics suitable for reconnaissance went to search for prey, and the rest of the people received the news and carried out an outflanking operation.
Currently, they are having a small internal dispute over the inequality of points.
"It's a good idea to seize the opportunity to gain benefits in the early stage." Lingyun's president did not comment. "Once the information is known to other teams, the situation will be reversed."
"Knowing people is also a basic lesson. The moment they decide on a partner, they must be prepared to accept the outcome."
"That's true."
The bearded man laughed when he heard this.
“In previous years, there have been games where back-row players have made great comebacks. We’ll have to wait and see.”
President Ling Yun stared at the screen, nodded and did not respond.
The senior executive on the other side who heard their conversation secretly rolled his eyes.
Tsk tsk.
The officer who caught a glimpse of the scene secretly thought it was a good show.
He glanced around. I feel like the scene before my eyes could be included in film textbooks. Everyone sees the drama in their eyes, and they try to please each other with hypocritical and perfect masks. It’s just that I’ve grown tired of watching this drama from before the end of the world to after the end of the world.
Alas, that's why I stand out so much when I sit there bored among the crowd.
The officer glanced at someone who was attracting much attention, and couldn't help but complain inwardly.
Is it the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature that makes a person who is dedicated to stirring up trouble suddenly become so obedient?
An hour passed, and apart from the two sentences he said when he first entered the door, Bai Zhou didn't do anything. He just stared at the screen without saying a word, and his emotions were difficult to discern.
When outsiders tried to talk to him on the way, they were just ignored and humiliated. The man's face immediately darkened. Considering that Bai Zhou was currently a government official, he wanted to have a few words with the senior government official next to him.
When he turned around, he was met with the other party's speechless expression of "Why did you provoke him? Aren't you afraid of being pissed to death?" The man was shocked and unbelievable, thinking he had kicked a solid iron plate.
Maybe there was some misunderstanding, but who knows the truth because most of the top brass have lost their voices.
"Hey, Xiaozhe."
A colleague came over and covered his mouth, whispering, his face as ugly as a bitter gourd.
The officer looked over and saw the other person carefully covering his face and lip-syncing, his voice as cautious as the buzz of a mosquito. That careful one almost caught him too.
"Why hasn't that guy made any move yet? Logically speaking, shouldn't he be making arrogant comments about various teams and causing public outrage?"
After saying this, my colleague made a secretive expression.
Yes, “that someone” refers to Bai Zhou. Maybe Bai Zhou himself doesn’t know that he has received similar treatment as Voldemort, but even if he knows, what does it matter?
After all, in addition to this, there is also a group chat called "A world without cigarette lighters", which is in the mobile phone of every senior executive, skipping other small groups that are missing one person and occupying the first place.
Even so, every time the officer heard this name, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
He barely managed to hold it in, his hand rubbing his chin, his face pondering as he listened to his colleague's words.
After a while, he suddenly realized and came to a conclusion. He also covered his mouth and replied in a deep voice:
"Maybe he has a sore throat today, too."
"Really?" My colleague was speechless and offered his sincere wishes, "If it's fake, I hope it's true. If it's true, that would be great."
It can be seen that the other party has been holding back on something to say for a long time. Once he finds an opportunity, he starts to complain like pouring beans. His fast speaking speed and low voice make it sound more like the buzz of a mosquito.
"Anyway, I'm a little nervous. I feel like the cult is holding a big knife across my neck... Do you think we can succeed? What someone said about 'no one dying' is really too idealistic. Even a god wouldn't dare to make a final conclusion."
"Seeing the relaxed attitudes of those who don't know the situation, I'm beginning to envy them. I can't take it anymore. I'm so nervous that I feel like vomiting... Help..."
Well, it seems that even if I say it, my colleague’s situation won’t get better.
The superior handed him a mint and planned to give him a book called "How to Improve Psychological Quality" as a gift later.
But, it is true.
He propped up his head, thinking about that meeting, and Bai Zhou's smiling and disapproving look -
"How could that be, everyone? I bet that if this plan leads to the death of even one person, I will die as a token of my guilt."
"You don't believe me? That's fine. After all, trust is an indispensable prerequisite for cooperation. If using the contract symbol can make you feel at ease, I don't mind swearing a hundred oaths."
You are really not afraid of death.
Every time I think of this scene, I feel that it is reasonable for some people to be feared.
Wow, it moved.
While recalling the past, I caught a glimpse of the protagonist of the memory moving suddenly. The superior raised his eyebrows and looked over quietly along with his colleague who was covering his mouth and wanting to vomit.
Under the gaze of a crowd of people observing secretly. Bai Ri straightened his back, slightly opened his lips, and looked at the display screen as if he was about to make a statement, causing others to hold their breath and wait quietly with their responses prepared.
The man who wanted to say something but hesitated calmly covered his mouth and yawned, then leaned back in his chair as if no one was around, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.
“…”
“…”
“…”
There was a moment of dead silence.
Even some people who were chatting and laughing noticed the change in atmosphere. They stopped talking and looked around in confusion.
"puff."
His sharp gaze instantly focused on his superior, mixed with annoyance after being fooled, and confusion.
"Ahem, sorry, sorry."
The officer waved his hand sheepishly, holding the paper cup on the table and raised it to signal.
"I just accidentally thought of something happy, please don't mind it."
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Bai Zhou really didn't mean it this time.
My Lord, everyone has times when they get obsessed with something. You can't deprive him of his right to explain just because he is a habitual offender.
As for looking at the phone, he was only brought back to his senses by the creepy and resentful look from Lin Du not far away. Without ringing or vibrating, whether you can see other people's messages depends entirely on fate.
With a sigh, he opened the message bar, and saw messages from random people he had noted.
From an hour ago to now, the tone of voice has gradually changed:
"Random note: I can sense that the government is taking this impending attack with aplomb. Based on my trust in you, I think you can't do without your help."
"Just a random note: I know very little about the cult. As your partner, I won't ask you about your sources, but I think I should have the right to know?"
"Just a random note: For this team competition, the government sent many psychics to stand by in the next room, and the protection of the masses was airtight. They actually planned to inform the masses about the cult attack? How did you do it?"
"Random note: I always feel that the current situation of the team competition is a bit weird, and there is a sense of deliberateness."
"Random note: ...Didn't you notice my gaze? My eyes are tired of looking around. I admit that I'm a little nervous now. If I knew this would happen, I would never let my psychic team participate in the competition."
"Random note: ..."
"Just a note: Are you really not ignoring me on purpose? When did you become so dismissive of your phone during the day? Last time when you asked me for information, you checked your phone ten times in five minutes."
oops.
Bai Ri swiped across the screen, roughly scanning the long paragraph.
The next second, new news popped up:
"Just a quick note: you finally checked your phone. This is a weird atmosphere."
Although I really wanted to read the message and not reply, my remaining conscience stopped me from doing that.
He thought about it over and over again, and finally typed out a reply without spoiling the plot:
"Guess who I am: Don't be nervous, I have read all your news carefully, don't worry, the Battle of Zhuolu will end smoothly!"
"Guess who I am: After all, I have sworn to commit suicide on the spot if someone dies^ ^"
"Random remarks:?"
This time it was intentional.
Turn off your phone during the day, happily throw it into your pocket, fold your arms, close your eyes, and rest.
There is no way. Guangqiu went to the vest, and it was boring without anyone to chat with. There is nothing else to do to pass the time except taking a nap.
Not far away, Lin Du was staring at the response on the screen with wide eyes.
Soon, my heart, which had originally fallen, suddenly came back up again, and even hung higher.
really.
He suppressed his grim expression.
Seeking daylight to relieve tension is the stupidest decision in the world!
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Meanwhile, on the other side...
It's time for a comic update!
The guest invited this time is Song Ling, a reader we haven’t seen for a long time, and a powerful forum contestant known as the “fictional historian”.
The number of blank pages on the notebook has decreased significantly since the last time. It seems that in the invisible places, he is also working hard to research and predict, without slacking off.
After receiving the notification of comic update, Song Ling opened the APP to check it out. It's such a touching love.
With his extremely fast hands, he was not obsessed with being the "first", but just scanned the color pages of the new chapter with his eyes as sharp as a hawk.
The comic plot unfolds on the third day of the Battle of Zhuolu, when the protagonists begin a high-level group battle.
It looks like following the debut of the new character Calint, the twins will also be officially launched in this chapter. Song Ling rubbed his hands, already getting eager to move.
In the coloring page, the protagonists and the twin team are standing opposite each other, performing a friendly handshake ceremony before the game. The stage was huge, and their figures were tiny and inconspicuous in the center.
The huge screen embedded in the building can show this scene clearly and in detail to the audience.
Screams, cheers, applause, through the screen, you can seem to hear the sounds that are enough to burst your eardrums.
Passion, burning, vigor, in the end times, this kind of active vitality is not common, as if the end times have not come, and what is in front of us is just an ordinary game in the ordinary world.
"Hmm? Such a familiar shadow. There are two more?"
Song Ling keenly noticed a picture in the upper right corner of the color page. On the towering building, probably on the rooftop, there were two blurry black shadows.
"The moment you see a shadow, you can bet on daylight."
He wrote it down on a piece of paper.
As for the other black shadow... according to the current plot, he should be the officer who has more frequent contact with Bai Ri.
"But why do you have to watch from so far away? There's obviously the best seat, right?"
Questions popped up one after another. Song Ling scratched his head and thought about it. Thinking of Bai Zhou who had hidden in the high-level seats in the previous chapters, he found it difficult to understand the other party's thinking.
There are too many contradictions, or doubts. The possible life experiences can fill up an entire page of draft paper. The seemingly right attitudes and indecisive behaviors all challenge myself as a predictor and researcher.
He snorted coldly and flipped through the front pages of the notebook, which were filled with his own notes and guesses.
With a wave of his hand, he wrote down the new conjecture on the paper. Song Ling took a deep breath and felt full of fighting spirit for this challenge. The last success is enough to serve as fuel. Next, it will be the real battlefield!
The second-year syndrome returns for a limited time. Song Ling relies on the excellent soundproofing of the room and shouts:
"Let the forum! Tremble at my predictions!"
It's on fire!
He swiped the screen hard, focusing on the next page of the comic.
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