Chapter 158: Fatewine Finals (Part 4)

Behind the stage, there is a specially designed lounge.

"What do you think, gentlemen? Do you need a mid-game break?" Shi Cunjin gently asked the three gentlemen while operating the holographic dummy.

Mr. 1 took off his holographic helmet and said, "I'll drink some water."

The guardian behind him quickly retrieved an unopened bottle of purified water.

Mr. No. 2 also took off his helmet, pinched his shoulders, and said, "Take a break, 10 minutes."

Mr. No. 3 had no objection and nodded.

The specially designed lounge has a comfortable environment and offers a wide variety of food and drinks.

The largest white wall in the room was made into a projection screen, which was broadcasting the scene on the stage.

The holographic dummy controlled by Shi Cunjin was projected next to the projection screen. Facing the guests, Shi Cunjin used the black-haired Fate who was meeting with Medina.

Black-haired Fate was humble and elegant. When he smiled and nodded, the mirror chains on both sides of his ears swayed slightly, flashing a little silver light. He said, "Okay, please have a good rest."

The holographic projection of the black-haired Asian female disappeared, and the voice of the anchor Fate came from the projection screen on the live broadcast stage: "There will be a 10-minute break during the halftime. Please be patient."

There was another overwhelming roar and scream from the projection screen.

No. 3 frowned, "It's so noisy."

He used the remote control to mute the projection screen.

"Okay, don't be angry, all military wives are like this." No. 2 comforted No. 3 and said with a smile: "The host Fate surprised me, it's very comfortable to give him a bug. After all, with his current status, he is qualified to be a special species."

No. 3 snorted softly: "I feel like he is a Capital Alliance insect."

No. 2 shook his head, "I think so. Female insects that are good at sweet talk always come from the Capital Alliance."

The room was quiet for a few seconds. No. 2 called his friend beside him in confusion, "Michelle? What's wrong with you? Do you have a headache?"

Michelle, who was sitting in the first seat, came back to his senses and smiled at his friends: "Nothing, just a little dizzy, now I feel much better after drinking some water."

Mr. No. 2 was concerned: "If you still feel uncomfortable, you can leave early. After all, there is no penalty in the contract we signed."

Michelle shook his head. "I'm fine."

Mr. No. 3 suddenly asked, "Michel, what do you think of No. 60? It's his question again, do you want to go in?"

Michelle bit the bottle, looked away and drank the water.

No. 2 responded meaningfully: "Oh, some bugs just like excitement. Even if they lose the line, they still want to face each other again."

Michelle said softly: "Shut up, Lauren."

10 minutes passed in a flash.

After the intermission, the 300,000 spectators at the scene did not need the official gun fire to signal silence. They kept quiet on time. The military faction's training was engraved in their bones.

The bright lights on the stage went out, the speakers surrounding the stadium began to play soft pure music, and the stadium fell into darkness.

A giant holographic statue of anchor Fate emerged from above the stage, his figure glowing in the darkness, like the only lighthouse on the sea in the middle of the night.

"Welcome back to the Fate Wynn finals." said the 3D giant ^v^. The giant opened his hands, and light particles of holographic technology floated in his palms.

"According to the numerical order, No. 12 will enter the competition first." The 3D giant flipped his palm, and light particles poured down from his hand, turning into flying white snow.

"The second round of candidates begins."

A new holographic scene appeared with the snowflakes, transforming into the sky competition field of the Aotuwen campus. The on-site speakers played the special effects sound of the mecha factory warehouse, and the students' dialogue that the audience had already heard once appeared again.

"What the hell! You're saying the fuel oil is No. 19 at this time!?" "Did anyone see my U-shaped handle? Damn it!"

…

The audience was shocked: "Isn't this the same topic as in the last round of No. 60?" "The topic was swapped?" "What's going on?!"

stage.

No. 12 was airdropped and landed.

The big mistake in the previous performance alerted No. 12. During the airdrop, No. 12 did not pay attention to the mecha factory. He kept his balance in the air and quickly pulled out the scroll to open it to check the new questions.

[Worked together with team members to win the second place in the school competition for the mecha department]

No. 12's expression changed slightly, with a hint of confidence appearing on his brows.

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Online comment area: [No. 12 has a big advantage in the second round. According to No. 12's public information, he is still a mecha soldier since he joined the army. The data of this group of holographic fake insects comes from the new recruits of Autoven, hahaha! Forget about the runner-up! No. 12 directly won the championship! 】【No. 12 is stable this time, every minute is 10 points. 】【Haha, good luck is nothing in front of absolute strength! No. 60, go eat! 】

The following performances were just as the audience had guessed.

No. 12 handled the Sky Arena competition smoothly, which is completely different from the clumsy No. 60.

The scene changes, and No. 12 arrives at the academy square after the game. The mecha department's director appears at the right time and praises No. 12 for a job well done.

No. 12 tried to figure out the meaning of the question and thought for a few seconds. He then took the initiative to ask questions related to mechas to keep the director company.

No. 12 has served as a mecha soldier for many years, and the mecha puzzles he throws out are very clever. The knowledge is within the cognitive scope of students, and it just arouses the director's desire to solve them, easily keeping the director in his tracks.

A few minutes later, the director, whose face was blurred, patted No. 12 on the shoulder encouragingly and said, "It seems that the actual combat experience of this game has transformed your theoretical cognition. Your question is very interesting and suitable for a new research topic. My investment in your training is worth it. Huai En, your fighting spirit is good, keep it sharp."

"Come on, come find me after the competition." The director smiled and said, "I'll reserve a spot for you."

"Thank you, mentor." said No. 12.

When the director left, the dazzled classmates came forward to surround him, noisily discussing the celebration party in the evening.

No. 12 played the role of Fate Wynn's enthusiastic and cheerful personality and integrated into the group without showing any condescension as the head of a higher species branch.

But the spectators outside the stadium did not buy into No. 12's enthusiasm and cheerfulness at all. They shouted, "No!" "It's messed up! This is not the way to go!" "Wrong! Wrong!"

The audience, who had already seen Route 60, saw No. 12 taking the wrong route and were so anxious that they wanted to spread their wings and fly onto the stage and shout into No. 12's ears.

The online audience was also furious: [Will No. 12 die if he doesn't socialize? ! ] [It's over! It's absolutely over! This great director is just a trick! With the words "investment and training", No. 12 must now think that the mecha's enhanced chip was installed by the great director's life bug! The narration interpretation about Mr. Carol can't be interpreted anymore! ]

There are also relatively objective and rational people who post comments: [No. 12 is a high-level mecha soldier. This is his advantage and also his blind spot. He is also a graduate of the mecha department of Automan University and is well aware of the unspoken rules of education in the school. The core of his competition is the runner-up, so it is okay for him to make this choice. ] [It may not necessarily lead to a deduction of points. No. 12 may be able to get another perfect score by playing the new branch of this competition! ]

This kind of God-like perspective of "I can do it myself and I can definitely do better" makes the audience's hearts tremble with fear and itching.

For a moment, they were completely absorbed in their guesses and were even more emotionally into the role than No. 12!

As expected, in the following holographic performance, No. 12 did not mention the issue of strengthening the chip in front of his classmates, and the narration naturally did not prompt No. 12 who the real chip gifter was.

The dizzy classmates walked away noisily, and the environment around No. 12 began to change.

The floor tiles in the college square broke into pieces and turned into holographic particles and dissipated. What was exposed beneath the surface was not black soil and rocks, but blue sky and white clouds, floating stone pillars, and fighter jet landing pads.

"Why is the new scene still the take-off pad of the sky competition arena?" "Is there a bug in the holographic technology?" The audience outside the venue discussed it a lot, and soon some people speculated: "No. 12 hit the big wire, could this be the reason?"

on stage.

No. 12 descended back to the sky competition arena. He reacted quickly, immediately contracted his pupils, adjusted his field of vision, and looked down to collect intelligence.

Below the holographic landscape is a vast mountain and river basin.

A huge rectangular fighter jet landing pad was suspended in the air, with 10 standard mechas parked on each side of the apron, in red and blue.

Standing quietly at the dividing line in the middle of the apron was a well-made white painted mecha. It was an instructor mecha used to oversee the fairness of the competition.

The narration appears at this moment: "In the last competition, you won the first round of the school competition with a standard mecha. Your excellence caught the attention of Professor Exon of the Mecha Department. After a conversation, you won the last place in Professor Exon's teaching career to teach a student."

"When he was young, Director Exxon served in the Space Rover Patrol. After retiring, he chose to return to his home planet to teach. The Third Campus of Otowan is the end of his teaching career. His brilliant resume and the pulse of the rover attracted many high-level students to study at the Third Campus of Otowan."

"The goal of Nova, the high-level Scorpio from the Southern Cross Region, is naturally to become the last student to be taught by Professor Exxon."

"Golden Scorpion Nova is your mortal enemy."

"When the news of your invitation spread, Scorpio Nova was very angry. He reported the results of the previous round of competition to the school supervisor. Scorpio Nova believed that you stole the teaching chip of the Advanced Intelligent Computer Engineering Department and secretly installed it on the mecha to participate in the competition."

"You really can't afford the huge amount of gold to buy a strengthening chip. After a review, the engineering department did not lose any teaching materials, and you are innocent. But Scorpio Nova insisted that the source of your chip was illegal. After several twists and turns, after mediation within the school, the school decided to hold a new team competition for you."

"All participating mechas are basic mechas provided by the school, without any additional plug-ins, and are absolutely fair and just."

After the narration, No. 12 landed, and his school uniform turned into a driver's insulated uniform. He also understood what he was going to do next.

"Come on, Wynn, we're going to play!" Far away on the tarmac, a bug shouted to No. 12.

No. 12 looked in the direction of the sound and saw more than twenty classmates standing beside the blue mecha, seven or eight of them were wearing the same insulated driver's uniforms as him.

In addition, there were more than a dozen students wearing pilot uniforms and engineer uniforms. They were the logistics team of Fate Wynn's group.

The narrator explains at the right time: "You have a very good relationship with the students in the academy. The rules of the restart competition are strict. Your classmates in the same group will participate together. Once you lose, all of you will be disqualified from the next round of competition."

No. 12 trotted over, patted the shoulder of his teammate, and said, "Thank you for coming to support me. After the game, regardless of whether we win or lose, I will buy you a drink."

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Online comments: [This No. 12 finally got the hang of Fate Wynn. ] [I just thought he would go straight into the mecha and ignore these holographic middle-class species. ] [Rare. I looked at No. 12's public information. Hiss, he comes from a century-old high-class family. ]

The holographic competition started soon, and No. 12 led the blue team to fight against the holographic mecha with a grim expression.

No. 12 is not a fool. He is now always keeping his character in mind. He did not use his experience to lead the team to defeat the rookie team on the opposite side in 3 minutes. Instead, he planned to fight hard for enough game time and maintain the level of a rookie.

Fifteen minutes later, the instructor mecha blew the whistle and ordered both teams to take a mid-game break to refuel and test their mechas.

As soon as the blue team left the field, a classmate vomited as soon as he got out of the mecha, and the logistics team rushed over with a medical kit to provide relief.

"What a loser." "Look at that miserable look." "Hahaha, give up your rights now!" There were mocking laughs coming from the Red Team.

One member of the Red Team even shouted, "You can't even handle the stress of coordinating mechas, and you're still applying for the mecha department! Drop out!"

Blue team here.

"It's not easy to beat them." A classmate with a dazzled look said to No. 12 solemnly, "Scorpio Nova comes from a technology family. His family has cooperated with the military-industrial star. Scorpio Nova has been exposed to mecha technology since he was a child, and so have the players around him. Our players only came into contact with mechas last year. Wynn, your chances of winning this group match are slim."

No. 12 said, "Come around, let's change our formation and I'll talk to you about it."

No. 12 held a five-minute meeting with the students to explain the mecha formation, and they quickly nodded to show that they understood.

Then, a classmate complained quietly: "Really? Who gave you the enhanced chip? You kept hiding it and didn't come forward to claim it, so we have to go through this."

Another classmate shook his head: "The campus planet was still a medium-sized planet in the past two years. No one in the school can easily come up with this kind of money."

"600,000 yuan." Another classmate sighed, "If he is not a relative, who would be so generous? That is gold coins, not the copper coins we use every day."

The student who spoke first sneered: "Maybe it was Scorpio Nova's doing, pest, bastard..." "Okay." No. 12 interrupted the resentful speech of his teammate.

No. 12 lowered his head to adjust his gloves and said calmly, "It's too late to say more. It's better to focus on the competition than to be afraid of the unknown. My strength will prove everything. I have a clear conscience."

"Aren't you angry? This mysterious bug has caused you so much trouble!" a classmate asked.

No. 12 carefully avoided the topic.

Someone outside the stage immediately shouted, "That's right! Don't agree with him! The one who gave you the gift was Mr. Carol!" "No. 12 is worthy of being the branch chief. Now he must have realized who gave him the chip!"

on stage.

No. 12 tactfully avoided the question, saying, "Don't go on stage angry. We need to stay calm."

"Come on, let's compete first." No. 12 urged the students to get on the mechas, and the second round of the competition began soon.

In the next 30 minutes, No. 12 easily won two games and washed away the stigma.

As soon as the mecha competition ended, the holographic scene immediately changed from a sky competition arena to a burning battleship.

The audience was still quiet, but the online audience had already noticed something was wrong and were discussing: [Where is the narration?] [It's not right.] [Did No. 12's performance go wrong?] [Impossible, No. 12 really acted like a student, he didn't have the experience to beat those brats.] [I zoomed in and looked around, and it was strange, none of the bugs around No. 12 had a gold mark, and Mr. Carol didn't show up at all!]

As soon as No. 12 landed on the battleship deck, a bug shouted to him from a distance: "Wai En! Come here! The battleship engine is on fire! We have to parachute!"

No. 12 remembered the topic, picked up a painted gun, crossed the scrimmage area, ran up to his teammate and immediately asked, "How many bugs did our team get this time?"

A team member threw an umbrella to No. 12 and said quickly, "15 people, including the supporting engineers and logistics, have already jumped off. Now there are only you and me on the ship!"

In an instant, No. 12 understood the true meaning of the second round of questions!

Work together with your team members to win, no one of my team members can be left behind!

No. 12 nodded, grabbed the classmate, picked up the rope of the obstacle nearby, and tied himself and the classmate together in 2 seconds.

Classmate:?

Audience: ? ?

No. 12: “Don’t worry.”

Classmate: "Wait a minute?! Below is...!" "Bang!!" - The battleship's stern compartment exploded and the hull tilted 90 degrees!

No. 12 let go of the rope and the strong wind instantly blew them away.

Classmates screamed: "...Chaos sea sea sea!!"

No. 12 yelled: "I know everything!!!"

The audience screamed in anger and shock: "What the hell are you holding!!!!" "Mr. Carol will definitely appear in the parachute jump segment!! You idiot, don't you realize that Mr. Carol was not seen in the previous rounds!!!" "What the hell, your mission brain is online at this time??"

The wind was blowing wildly, and countless parachuting students were flying everywhere. Some of them collided with the skeletons of alien beasts and exploded into blood!

No. 12 lived up to his status as the branch chief. During the landing, huge skeletons attacked him several times, but No. 12 flexibly half-spread his wings and successfully dodged them!

When a skeleton comes, No. 12 will dodge!

No. 12 has a firm gaze and a clear goal! He holds his teammates tightly in his arms, as if they are the most valuable asset in his life!

Ten minutes later, No. 12 successfully landed on the sea surface carrying the strong classmate.

The audience broke down.

"Number 12 is out!!!" "Damn it, damn your entire race!! Lord Carol, wearing gold jewelry, flew towards you 6 times!! 6 times! And you dodged them all??" "Is mental retardation a recessive gene of the wasp race?!" "Deem him out!"

The online comment area was flooded with two bullet messages: [@Third Army, check the gene sequence of your branch leader to see if there is any problem! ] [@Tenth Army, check the gene sequence of your race to see if there is any problem! ! ! ]

on stage.

The holographic sea water rose and fell, and the moment No. 12 dragged his classmates onto the floating board, the holographic landscape began to fade.

The narration appeared at the right time: "You perfectly portrayed the competitive image of Fate Wynn. You are hard-working, friendly, brave, and fearless. You scored a perfect 5 points in the basic performance."

No. 12 managed his expression well, nodded, and tried not to look so proud.

The narrator continued, "There are three interactive performance lines arranged for you in this competition. The first round is the real gift giver of the enhanced chip; the second round is the red and blue competition discussion; and the third round is the parachuting of the burning battleship. You did not successfully contact the Excellency once, and the score is 0 points."

No. 12's eyes widened, he stood up awkwardly, and looked up at the holographic scene that was disappearing.

The holographic seawater drained away, and the projections of countless holographic students parachuting disappeared.

There were flickering holographic light spots floating in the sky above the stage, and the colorful light spots were like soft clouds.

The 3D giant screen projection of the host Fite bent down from the clouds, and the smiling giant face faced No. 12. Fite calmly announced: "No. 12 contestant Monty Russell performed successfully, and scored 5 points for the second question."

Darkness engulfed No. 12, and the stage returned to silence.

The crowd was excited, but the holographic giant turned a blind eye.

The giant raised his hand again and pointed lightly at the darkness in the air above the stage. A full moon appeared, illuminating the night.

The night slowly faded away, and a new holographic landscape was quickly generated, transforming into an old school building.

"Next, please welcome contestant No. 60 to the stage. Let us look forward to his performance." said 3D Giant Fate^v^.

The holographic scene was fully generated, and player No. 60 walked out of the darkness, holding a huge plastic bag in his left hand, which contained several dozen bottles of White Stag beer.

The emotions of the audience outside the stadium became the eraser in the hands of the anchor Fit, and he could manipulate them as he pleased.

In the last second, the audience was still angry about No. 12's amazing black dragon mission, and in the next second, they started whistling wildly!

"Celebrating the old school building!!" "The classic scene where Mr. Carol deliberately teases Fate for the first time!" The audience screamed.

Online comments: [This is unfair to No. 12! Why does No. 60 eat SVIP meals in every game! !] [Fuck you! It’s unfair! No. 12 blew his own performance and blamed No. 60 for eating too well? ? Why didn’t you watch the round of the burning battleship! The holographic gentleman took the initiative to fly towards him 6 times!] [You can get 0 points even if you swap the game questions. You high-level people want privileges too much!]

on stage.

No. 60 recognized which scenic spot this old school building came from. He took a few deep breaths and opened the scroll of the competition questions with slightly trembling hands.

[A celebration on a moonlit night.]

[Additional question: You sense that something is wrong with you. You pay more attention to your roommate Carol than to your ordinary classmates and brothers.

You feel upset and scared, and you don't want Carol to think you're some disgusting homosexual.

You decide to keep this abnormal emotion secret and be good friends with Carol for life.

Request: Don't let Carol notice your abnormality.]

No. 60: “…”

His face wrinkled up.

The audience laughed wildly.

"Extra questions, hahahaha!" "It's getting harder!" "Epic level of difficulty!" "It's late but it's time to come out of the closet!"

Online comment area: [Who else said that the host Fate gave the No. 60 special privileges! Who else! ] [Host Fate: It's too easy for you, make it more difficult. ] [The No. 12 is stable in the second round! ]