Chapter 159: Fatewine Finals (V)
The old school building under the moonlight has a quiet and ancient feel, with mottled old brick walls and emerald green ivy, and even the few fallen leaves in front of the steps seem to have a story.
No. 60 raised his hands and rubbed his face. His stunned expression turned into a serious one, but the tip of his nose and cheeks still turned red uncontrollably.
He hesitated for a moment, his lips trembling, and he muttered silently to himself: "Before the battle, all military wives will show their courage. I am not breaking the rules."
No. 60 flipped through the plastic bag, opened a dozen beers, took out a can and drank it in one gulp.
No. 60 doesn't know that the entertainment company is equipped with state-of-the-art equipment. The cameras can even show pupil patterns when taking close-ups of faces. 99% of the audience are female military personnel. There is no shortage of intelligence department's decryption talent.
No. 60's lips moved silently for a few times, and the audience outside the venue decoded it in a second. There was a lot of booing at the scene, and they were completely pessimistic: "What a fool!" "He actually started drinking downstairs? He went to see Mr. Carol drunk? It's really unbelievable that he could do that!"
on stage.
No. 60 took a quick sip, wiped the wine stain from his lips, and went upstairs.
As a result, after walking past two floors and passing a rusty window, No. 60 walked past it, then backed up and adjusted his hair in front of the window glass.
No. 60 walked through the fourth floor for ten minutes.
No. 60 silently recited the original text of "Roommate" until he reached the iron gate of the rooftop balcony, and he just read: "Come on, follow me to the future."
"Very good, perfect, every word of the dialogue is correct." No. 60 muttered silently and opened the balcony door handle.
The clear light like water poured into the dark staircase, laying out a narrow white carpet at the foot of No. 60.
On the other side of the moonlight, a slender black-haired figure sat quietly, with several bottles of beer and snacks beside him.
The black-haired man tilted his head to one side, revealing half of his smooth, round face, and asked with a smile, "Does the supermarket in District 19 no longer have the beer you like?"
No. 60 breathed a sigh of relief.
The holographic minister's face was still shrouded in a faint halo of light, and his blurred facial features were vaguely visible, but it was impossible to make out their details.
The twin fluorescent blue pupils that made No. 60 unable to look directly at them were not on the blurred face of the holographic minister.
This must be a holographic modeling dummy with a script set up. No. 60 relaxed a lot, and the muscles on his back were no longer tense.
No. 60 recalled the interactions with his teammates, raised his hand and shook the plastic bag, the beer gurgling, and he was a little proud: "The last box of White Deer in the supermarket in District 10, the bugs went crazy! They bought out all the drinks in the supermarket and went back to celebrate."
No. 60 walked over and sat down next to the holographic worm. He took out the beer and cigarettes and arranged them one by one like bullets. He said, "You'd be surprised if you saw that scene. They don't drink it. They can even take a bath in the swimming pool."
Holographic Carol frowned and whispered, "Oh, what a waste."
"I guess you're still going to say it's unhygienic." No. 60 glanced at the hem of the holographic fake worm's school uniform.
The holographic worm sat on a stone bench, which was carefully padded with a black velvet towel.
The holographic Carol chuckled, picked up the beer, and lightly touched the beer in No. 60's hand.
"I know you're amazing. I heard that Professor Exxon wants to give you a place in the project. How is it going? How far has it been implemented?"
The quota for the subject-based students? No. 60 was puzzled, and the voice of the narrator sounded at the right time: "Your efforts and persistence have not been in vain. You are the only student in this year's special recruitment who won the medal of the school competition. You have only studied the mecha course for two years and have achieved such a good performance. The head instructor of the mecha department is very optimistic about your perseverance and talent, and wants to recruit you and do his best to train you."
Narrator: "The director has signed your application, and the internal review process has been completed. The school office will email you on Monday."
That's what happened! No. 60 responded quickly: "All applications have been approved. The school office will send me an email on Monday."
Holographic Carol smiled warmly: "Congratulations in advance."
Holographic Carol lowered her head and took a sip of beer, then asked, "If you're willing, could you share with me your vision for the future?"
No. 60 made up his mind.
Although he is a ground soldier, after successfully passing the advanced competition, he specially went to learn about the graduation development of mecha department students, so he can give a general idea now.
But at this moment, the narration sounded again: "You drank a lot of beer, and the alcohol and victory made you feel that this was not something worth hiding. You agreed to tell your roommate about your future imagination. But you were a little drunk, and you didn't start from the goal, but talked about another beginning."
Narration: "You came from an ordinary middle-class star. You had an ordinary childhood, adolescence, and a young adulthood. You joined the army following the glory passed down by your predecessors. Before joining the army, you actually didn't know how heavy the war and the smoke of gunpowder were. You chased the glory that your predecessors talked about like chasing a bright shooting star."
At this moment, even the dumbest spectators knew that question No. 60 was definitely abnormal!
"A branch similar to No. 12?" "Isn't Fate Wynn's original book a low-level star orphan?" "Only the medal of honor after enlistment is a medal. Isn't this an audition? How did it get to No. 60's experience?"
The online comments section was communicating even faster, with some guessing: [Damn! Did the special guest send out the questions? ? ] [What's going on! Why did No. 60 get the special guest's question first? ? ] [Did he score higher in the last round? ? ]
Inside the stage.
No. 60 listened carefully, his hands clenched on his trouser legs, and he became unconsciously solemn and nervous.
Narration: "The moment you received the medal, you realized that this small iron medal was the real starting point of your life. Although it was not precious, just a sergeant's medal, every millimeter of it was of extraordinary significance to you. Touching it was like touching a concrete future."
The narration paused for a moment and softened: "You decide to tell your roommate what kind of future you want to have and what you want to be. You have to talk about those moments of enlightenment that are unique to you."
No. 60 is not stupid and immediately realized why the narrator suddenly gave a reminder!
When signing the contract, his file and all his wars, experiences, and achievements during his service must be fully disclosed to the department responsible for [Fate Wynne] of the entertainment company.
Not only that, No. 60 also wrote a 5,000-word summary of his service experience as requested by the officer in charge.
Write in detail about the insect life plan, your real thoughts when there are major changes in insect life, etc.
These tedious procedures are designed to test the stability and dangerousness of female actors.
All female soldiers who participated in the first round of the audition must fill in this form to ensure that the winner's character is safe and stable enough to respond to any speech with Your Excellency.
At this moment, No. 60 already had the answer in his mind. One of the three specially invited guests chose to perform an impromptu performance with him!
He suddenly didn't dare to turn around and look at the holographic projection next to him.
"The moment I realized the future was clear..." No. 60 stared at his fists and said, "It was when I got the first medal in my life."
"It's a medal made of iron and copper, called the Bronze Shield Star, and it's only awarded to ground troops. When it's issued, it's tied with a red and white ribbon. The medal, including the ribbon, weighs 2.5 kilograms," said No. 60 dryly.
The audience outside the stadium and online viewers had only one thought at this moment: [No. 60 is finished. He chose the most unpleasant reporting method for Your Excellency. ]
Inside the stage.
No. 60 paused for a moment, and in the eyes of the audience, he suddenly fell into deep thought.
After a few seconds, No. 60 squeezed out a few more words: "I was born on a medium-sized mineral habitable planet. My hometown is one of the factory planets that produces gold and copper. There are few insects there, and there are more large mining machines than citizens. In my hometown, the value of everything is converted according to weight."
"When I received my first Bronze Shield Star, I didn't really pay attention to the craftsmanship of the medal or how valuable the copper ore on it was."
No. 60 lowered his head and slowly became less nervous. "The first thing I noticed was the weight of the medal, 2.5 kilograms."
"My journey from the draft station to graduation from Ottowan to enlistment was no different than any other bug."
"It wasn't until I got the medal and felt the 2.5-kilogram weight fall into my hand that I suddenly realized that my life over the past twenty years had an equivalent: this 2.5-kilogram medal."
No. 60: "I have carefully identified the minerals on the Copper Shield. This mineral is slightly different from the minerals used to make copper ore, and is also a precious metal. This precious metal has good conductivity, and many military products use it to make the copper core of Class II technology transmission lines. It is one of the war supplies. In special periods, you can also exchange some gold roubles for medals."
No. 60's tone suddenly became a little lighter. "My copper shield star can make a 10-meter-long copper core wire at that time. This 10-meter copper core wire can be used as a part of the star network base station connecting the two planets."
"The medals for non-commissioned officers are copper, those for lieutenants are silver, and those for colonels are gold. I heard that the medals for generals are made of special gems pressed from star energy crude oil." No. 60 said, "I am now a colonel, and the precious metal on my medal is a special kind of gold, which is used in the military industry to make the metal parts of mecha chips."
"When I learned what my medal mineral could do in military industry, my future plan was set." No. 60 was a little embarrassed and whispered: "When I was a sergeant, I thought I was great. The value and weight were the communication between two planets."
"Compared to mecha soldiers, ground soldiers still have limitations, but my heart has no limits. As long as I want, my value can be the most important communication parts between two planets, the mithril in the shells sweeping across the starry sea, or the mecha chip gold to resist alien beasts."
"I'm a ground soldier, but there's no distance between me and the sea of stars. As long as I work hard enough, one day, I'll be no lighter than the big insects on the stars." No. 60's ears turned red, his lips trembled, and his face was full of hesitation.
But in the end, No. 60 gave up making excuses and said, "I want to have a lively and noisy future, in which I will be a big insect with weight, and my comrades will trust me as they trust their brothers. I will not develop to a higher star, I will settle down on a medium star, and I will warmly welcome my comrades who pass by, and I will definitely help them if they ask for help. And when I pass by their residence, they will treat me as I treat them."
No. 60: "I want to be a trustworthy and respectable bug, worthy of respect from all bugs, just like a medal."
Holographic Carol whispered, "That's going to be a bit strenuous."
No. 60 took a sip of beer and said with a smile, "Not bad! I'm now a lieutenant colonel, and I've accumulated military merits to become a colonel. I'll apply for a promotion after the carnival is over. I'll be promoted to a mid-level colonel, which is great! The retirement benefits are also enough. It's not as hard as I imagined."
The narrator spoke at the right time: "Your honest explanation touched your roommate, and he treated you differently."
"Tap." Someone picked up the beer bottle and put it aside. The holographic Carol's body tilted and he approached No. 60.
No. 60 paused, and at that moment, he seemed to remember something, and his tentacles suddenly trembled!
At this moment, the audience outside the stadium also thought the same thing as him!
“Ah!!!” “Did he guess the correct answer?? He guessed it!?” “The original text continues with kiss… err err err ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Pinch it! Pinch it! This paragraph is pinched!”
on stage.
No. 60 froze, a trace of genuine fear flashing across his face.
He remembered his competition topic! He had to play Fate Wynn without being discovered by you!
But he already knew that the holographic projection next to him might be Your Excellency in person, and he couldn't control his reddening ears and erected tentacles at all!
It cannot be 0 points, absolutely not 0 points!
No. 60 took a deep breath and stared at the back of his hand and his fist.
At this moment, Mr. Carol, the holographic model, reached out and gently grasped No. 60's chin with his fingers.
Outside the stage, the audience both online and offline screamed in surprise.
Online comments broke through the defense and shouted: [This is just a holographic model! ! ] […] [Damn it! Don’t use my Lord Carol’s virtual model to take the initiative! This No. 60 is a ** who let Lord Carol take the initiative to reach out! ! ] [Are you so dedicated! ]
on stage.
The holographic model's hand moved slightly, and No. 60's face turned obediently.
At this moment, the whole audience was silent.
Even the holographic Carol paused and became speechless.
Number 60 is too nervous.
His entire face flushed red, his tentacles stiffened into a hard forehead, veins popped out on his forehead, and his pupils widened into eyes.
This extremely funny scene shocked the audience!
They opened their mouths slightly in a daze. Some of the female soldiers froze with their wings half-opened; some of the female soldiers also froze while pushing each other.
In the SVIP seat, another branch chief of the Third Army had a blank expression, dropped the drink in his hand, and muttered, "Russell, you lost to something."
The nest cyst performance of Wasp player No. 60 Sullivan Ann is definitely an epic tragedy in the history of female insects.
The online comment section was blank for a long time before a garbled message popped up: […*￥#One possibility#￥, there are other bee species in the wasp army￥%, 60# may be@#flower bees or honey bees. 】
"Haha." A light laugh from the stage broke the dead silence.
"No. 60, given your current performance, it would be unfair to No. 12 if I gave you a high score." The holographic minister with a blurred face chuckled and sighed.
Number 60 gasped.
The blurred holographic minister whispered softly, "Contestant No. 60 Sullivan Ann failed in her performance. She received 1 point for her performance, 1 point for her evaluation, and 2 points for her total score in the second round."
"Oh, thank you." No. 60 stared blankly at the phantom in front of him, and suddenly said, "Sorry, I knocked you out in the last round."
The holographic minister with a blurred face stacked the ice beer in his hand on top of the ice beer No. 60 and whispered softly: "I forgive you."
Holographic technology created darkness, which turned into waves, drowning the two shadows under the moonlight.
The stage returned to its original herringbone shape.
A 3D holographic giant Fate's smiling face appeared above the stage.
Below the stage, a wave of doubt rolled from left to right, and the audience exclaimed: "Huh?"
A branch director at the SVIP seat suddenly stood up and pulled over the sweaty security team leader to ask, "Your Excellency was specially invited to participate in the interaction? Why didn't you announce it in advance?"
The online comment area exploded: [The HOT post on Fit Station is correct!! You have already participated in the show!! The first time No. 12 showed his courtesy, he is really a gentleman!! ] [Damn it! Hiding news again! Are we paying to be detectives! ] [Where is the court! Where is the lawyer's letter! ] [@Male Insect Protection Court@Male Insect Protection Court! ]
The official announcement of the Male Insect Court was released immediately: [Do not believe in rumors or spread them. All legal matters are based on evidence. Citizens are welcome to call the reporting hotline******]
The hidden master in the second round question No. 60 revealed his true identity due to laughter, adding fuel to the already heated finals!
A group of high-level book fans, Carol Scholar, almost couldn't catch their breath, and blasted No. 60: [Is this what the anchor said about one-on-one guidance? Whose one-on-one guidance means feeding food into the mouth? ? Directly change the original content to give a hint! You are openly blackmailing the game! ! ]
Another wave of medium-level Fate flow turned the tide: [Don’t laugh so hard! This is a rigged game! Why didn’t you mention that No. 12 was surrounded by two gentlemen in the first round? ? Those were two gentlemen! They appeared one after another! ]
The Kaxue school and the Fate school got together and the screen was full of swear words.
The audience at the finals stage slowed down the shock of the interaction between the real worms and began to scream: "I can say better than this!" "Isn't it just sharing my experience!!" "What kind of test is this!" "There is something wrong with the finals system!" "Isn't it just a competition of stupidity! I can be more stupid!"
Someone then exclaimed: "Brother, this is not necessary!"
There was another wave of voices at the scene that were also very loud: "Host!" "Host!" "Hold the military doctor audition at the same time as the carnival!" "Mr. Milan!!"
However, the holographic giant just smiled and announced calmly: "30 minutes of halftime break."
Darkness surrounded the holographic giant, which disintegrated into particles and disappeared. The lights in the indoor arena lit up one by one.
It's halftime.
…
Behind the stage, there is a specially designed lounge.
"I forgive you, alas." No. 3 said in a pinched voice, "Who was the first to say that we should just go through the motions and earn a planet and leave?"
Michel took off his holographic helmet, rubbed his temples, and whispered to the guardian beside him: "Go shut down the projection equipment next to the projection wall."
The guardian executed the order and turned off the power of the projection equipment, and the virtual image of the host Fate could not enter at this moment.
No. 3 reached out to pull Michelle's sleeve and said, "Are you really acting? There are so many rules to filming a movie."
Michelle said gently: "Once you sign the contract, you must work hard."
Kelly No. 3 snorted, "There's no penalty."
Lauren No. 2 tried to smooth things over: "Okay, okay."
"Ding ding ding dong." Mr. No. 1 Michelle's smart ring suddenly rang with a special ring tone.
The three ministers looked at each other, and they all said to their guardians at the same time: "Go guard the gate."
The guardians nodded, followed the order faithfully without question, and quietly disappeared into the room.
The three gentlemen stood up and walked to the side of the lounge. Gentleman No. 3 took out a special bracelet.
After No. 3 clicked on it, a circle of fluorescent blue silencer lit up around them.
No. 2 also took out a special intelligent computer, opened some software to test the data, and nodded to Michelle.
Michelle answered the video call.
An elderly gentleman appeared in the video. He was elegant and reserved, wearing a priest's uniform and a scarlet holy ribbon on his shoulders. His eyebrows and eyelashes had turned gray, and his long hair was tied with a white satin ribbon and draped over one shoulder.
This is an A-level gentleman who has entered a period of decline.
He greeted each male gently: "Michelle, Lauren, Kelly."
"Mr. Roxy." The three ministers said softly.
"Was the competition fun?" The old gentleman was concerned about their happiness first, "Are you happy?"
No. 3 curled his lips and said, "That's it. It's pretty much the same as before."
No. 2 smiled and said, "Holographic interaction is quite interesting, more interesting than before. I can see the multifaceted nature of the military female."
No. 2 lowered his voice and said casually: "The degree of realism is basically 1:1. When I was communicating with No. 12, I could smell the aftershave on his body."
Seeing this, No. 3 had to squeeze in a few more words: "Well, the holographic interaction is indeed fun. We played something that the etiquette officer prohibited."
No. 3 also paused and said softly, "The degree of freedom is very high, without any movement restrictions and prompts. In terms of technological innovation, the holographic equipment of Cat's Eye cannot compare at all." Then, he shouted dissatisfiedly, "But the military female is still the same, Mr. Locke! I took the initiative to approach No. 12 six times! I was like a moth behind him! He didn't even receive the signal! I was so angry! He can only freeze sperm and conceive eggs in his life!"
The old man comforted Kelly No. 3 cheerfully, and finally looked at Michel No. 1 and asked gently, "Michel, how do you feel?"
Michelle pondered for a moment and said softly, "This holographic interaction is very safe, safer than I thought. In the last round, I was thrown out by No. 60, and before I could feel him touching me, the AI in the background detected my mental fluctuations and automatically logged me off in advance."
"Tech Planet, the entertainment company that cooperated with us, definitely used the most advanced chip technology for this project. If I wore the cat-eye holographic helmet for more than 10 minutes, I would get a splitting headache. But with the holographic helmet provided by the entertainment company this time, I only felt a little dizzy after wearing it for 30 minutes in one show," said Michelle.
The old man thought for a few seconds, "Okay, I understand. After the game, you should go and get a mental test report and pay attention to your health."
The three gentlemen nodded obediently.
"Have fun the rest of the time. If you don't want to act, you can leave at any time. The company won't make it difficult for you." The old man said, and then said cheerfully the next second: "Of course, if anyone wants to stay and sign some arbitrary treaty, I guarantee that the court will not hold you accountable."
No. 3: “Oh.”
Michelle smiled and nudged No. 3 in the waist with his elbow.
"Have fun. If you have any problems, feel free to go to Fisher and the others. They have troops with them. Gobelier is also in Sky City. If you encounter any social troubles, you can go to the chief of etiquette. He will solve all social problems." The old minister instructed one by one.
The three gentlemen nodded, and the video ended quickly.
"Then I won't enter the next round." No. 3 stretched lazily, turned his head and said loudly to No. 2: "You don't enter either, otherwise that stupid No. 60 will be confused about who is his... Ouch!"
No. 3 jumped away, holding his waist, and Michelle stopped.
"Then I'll go to question 12," said No. 2 cheerfully, "He's quite serious."
"Although the direction is very serious..." Mr. No. 2 Lauren hesitated and showed a little sympathy: "But overall, it is too cruel to let this major general be eliminated directly."
No. 3 made a weird face to No. 2: "Bad Bug." Then he made a face to Michelle: "Love Brain."
"You two should be more careful. This is all a sinister illusion brought about by marketing!" No. 3 concluded solemnly.
No. 2 smiled and changed the subject: "Okay, let's go get some snacks."
…
At the same time, Carnival New Town No. 4.
Cat's Eye Sky Castle.
"Really?" Gobelier whispered. "Are you sure?"
The servant whispered the latest news to Cat Eyes: "Yes, just now, the parliament passed the official decree of holographic dating, and the decree was officially included in the law code. Lord Lockheed will select the implementation date, and this decree will officially take effect in October. In 2 hours, this decree will be sent to the headquarters of the First Army. Lord Lockheed and Chief of Ceremonies Arnold have begun to draw up the first list of candidate military females."
The servant lowered his voice to a whisper: "Anushka Kashi, whom you are concerned about, is in the first batch, the first row."
Gobelier said, "I understand. Go down."
The servant nodded and retreated silently.
It was the half-time break of the game, and the accompanying tech bug left the flower hall for a while on the pretext of taking care of his bathroom. The servants had already left, and Gobelier was left alone to enjoy the cool air.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, then turned on the social mode of the smart brain ring, clicked on the chat box of the host Fate, and began to compose a message.
…
Carnival 99 New Town.
toilet.
Shi Cunjin raised his face from the sink filled with water. Water droplets wet his temples and forehead. A few strands of silver hair stuck to his eyelashes which were condensed with water droplets, shaking with the crystal clear water droplets as if they were about to drip.
He leaned on the sink and breathed tremblingly, coughed twice, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.
Drops of water slid down Shi Cunjin's pale cheeks, along with the blood stains under his nose.
"Are you feeling better now?" the system asked anxiously. "I've given you a new high-calorie drink! Do you have the strength to go out now?"
Shi Cunjin waved his hands and said nothing.
The system was running high-intensity computing operations, and coupled with the imaginative holographic scenery, Shi Cunjin's brain was temporarily overwhelmed. In the second round of the competition, he began to bleed from the nose.
The system quickly operated the cart robot to come in to assist the teacher when he returned to the conference room.
Shi Cunjin sat down and drank 2 liters of high-calorie beverage before he came to his senses.
The system whispered, "Teacher Shi, are you feeling better?"
"Yeah." Shi Cunjin pinched his eyebrows and started doing eye exercises.
The system said: "Gobelier sent you a message, he is congratulating you..."
Shi Cunjin closed his eyes and asked, "How long will it take for the third round to start?"
System: “10 minutes.”
Shi Cunjin: "Project the message."
The system complies.
Anonymous account: [Congratulations, your holographic interactive game was a success. Even though you don't hold an official position, don't have a dazzling family, and haven't personally met the retired ministers behind the cat's eyes, you have successfully encouraged them to vigorously promote a new bill that subverts the alliance structure. ]
Anonymous account: [Cat Eyes and the military faction have successfully broken the ice, the old gentlemen have gained new allies, and you have easily won the favor of the old gentlemen. ]
Anonymous account: [However, my friend, I must remind you that the favor of the A-level gentlemen is a double-edged sword. Love their life, hate their death, there is no tolerance. ]
Shi Cunjin glanced down as the chat records scrolled and chuckled.
Anonymous account: [In recent years, the old gentlemen have become more and more doting on the young insects in the cat's eyes, treating these children as if they were their own eyes, and hate anything that exploits the insects. ]
Anonymous account: [I watched the mini-game you created. These three gentlemen have all worked under me for several years. It is not difficult to recognize their features.]
Anonymous account: [But the holographic modeling of several scenes is unfamiliar to me. 】
Anonymous account: [The strange modeling material comes from Sariel, right? ]
Anonymous account: [Please answer. ]
"I'm really born in the Year of the Snake." Shi Cunjin closed his eyes and continued doing eye exercises.
After studying it for a long time, the system carefully guessed, "Is the Joker threatening you? If you don't answer the questions he wants to know, he will expose the fact that you are profiting from the image of underage male insects to the old gentlemen? Tear up the silent tacit understanding between you and the forces behind Cat's Eyes? Make you the enemy of Cat's Eyes again?"
Shi Cunjin: "Almost. Stop shouting, I have a headache."
"Gia..." The system tried hard to hold it back.