Chapter 161: Fatewine Finals (End)

"ah?"

The members of group No. 12 all spoke out in surprise.

The student on the left, Guanghuan, looked hesitant and advised: "Our team's practical score is very high, but in order to get the runner-up in the comprehensive score, the minimum requirement for all members is to pass the theory score. You... Fate, I remember your theory score was only 55, right?"

No. 12: “…”

No. 12 smiled cheerfully, his expression was as hard as a rock and would not crack!

The student with a halo on the right shook his head, "60% of the pure text textbooks for the Mecha Department come from the Education Bureau of the Science Planet. Many Science Planets are in the Southern Region. The Southern Region likes to mix ethnic languages ​​and common languages. I didn't take the ethnic language course in the Southern Region, so I can't understand the vocabulary in some of the textbooks at all."

The classmate Guanghuan in the front row also advised: "We already have enough credits in practical courses, so there is no need to focus on the debate scores."

The student with a halo in the back row leaned forward and said, "There are quite a few students in the mecha department this year. There are still 20 teams at the end of the season. According to the number of bugs, the team with the most members has 10 bugs. There are just over 100 students in the whole classroom. We are the only mixed team of middle and high level among the 20 teams."

The students in the back row looked around for a few seconds, then came over and whispered: "I swear I have no opinion on Carol, the top student in our group, but this sub-female is the only one in our group who is of high quality. How can we compare with other groups?"

No. 12 took a deep breath for a second and was about to say something when the electronic bell of the holographic classroom rang and the director rushed in.

The holographic director said in a stern voice: "Arrange yourself according to your previous practical performance. Group 1 will debate against group 2, and group 3 will debate against group 4! The groups will be pushed back one by one. You have 20 seconds to form your team!"

As the instructor spoke, the students who were sitting randomly in the classroom stood up at once, dispersed quickly, and then quickly reunited according to their group numbers.

The holographic director sat down behind the podium, adjusted the electronic clock, and said coldly: "There are 20 groups in total. From the back to the front, groups 20 and 19 go on stage!"

There are 10 insects in 20 groups and 5 insects in 19 groups.

They stood up from the back row of the classroom, went down the stairs on the side of the trapezoidal teaching desk, gathered at the sunken classroom podium, and stood on the left and right sides of the podium.

The holographic director took out a teaching tablet and tapped the electronic clock on the table with his smart pen: "You only have 15 minutes. Don't exceed the time limit. Follow the tradition. Let's start."

The expressions of the members of Group 20 and Group 19 suddenly turned ferocious.

The leader of Group 19 spoke first: "Our group has a high score and enjoys priority. Our group has chosen the β16 model for tactical advantage!"

The leader of Group 20 sneered: "Okay, come on."

The debate between Group 20 and Group 19 lasted only 5 minutes of civilized communication.

The remaining 10 minutes were spent verbally attacking each other, ranging from command errors on both sides to the neurotic intolerance of the mecha pilots on both sides, to cultural knowledge, mecha spray paint, the choice of mecha plug-ins, and so on.

The members of Group 20 and Group 19 are all advanced species, with cultural knowledge covering the ethnic languages ​​of the four major regions. They have good reasons and grounds for quarreling, and they madly criticize the tactical execution methods chosen by the other group as rubbish.

In a fit of rage, the two teams actually started fighting, and soon, several blood plum flowers bloomed on the floor of the debate platform.

The holographic scene did not actually last 15 minutes. The NPCs' debates and fights were played back six times faster.

Soon, the holographic director tapped the electronic clock with his smart pen, "Okay, stop."

"The 20 groups have solid theoretical knowledge and many talented people in the language department. They can take an additional language major course in the next academic year to strive for the quota of cross-district exchange students next year."

The director turned around and commented on Team 19: "They are all advanced species, but they were scolded by insects and their eyes turned red? Who bit his tongue during the debate just now? Their mental quality is too poor! How can they shoulder the trust and lives of their comrades in the future? What will you do if your comrades panic? Will you cry with them? It's really ugly."

The director announced: "Combined score ranking, group 19 is out. Get out of here quickly, don't stand there. Groups 18 and 17, come up!"

The audience outside the stadium suddenly burst into sobs.

"Fate sampled several college directors..." "I don't know why, but my body suddenly stood up and watched the show in a standing position..." "I came here to eat a good meal replacement, not to eat the memoirs of nightmare directors..."

A new round of students came on stage.

The debate topic chosen by Group 18 and Group 17 was: Mecha external plug-ins.

This pair of teams was even more exaggerated, with both teams carrying portable mid-sized engineering computers on stage.

The two parties simply exchanged greetings, and in the next second began to hack each other's smart rings, using their excellent hacking skills to prove that the external plug-ins designed by their own team were the best!

The NPC progress was played at 6 times the speed on the debate stage, with one group performing after another. In the blink of an eye, the white bricks of the debate podium were covered in blood and ink, and the ground was in a mess.

Across the classroom.

"Huian, give up." Guanghuan, the student on the left, patted No. 12 on the shoulder with a heavy expression: "The average number of people in Group 20 is a senior high school student in the Language Department. We can't win an argument with those culture bugs. Did you see the brand of the portable host that Groups 17 and 18 brought? It's a commercial brand of a military factory in the North District. The industry's quotation is 200 million gold roubles. If our group goes against their group, our intelligent brain ring will become scrap metal in 1 second."

"We are Group 1, and Group 2 is Scorpio Nova. Their group is full of tech families from the South District. We were defeated in seconds when we met them, so we gave up." The student Guanghuan on the right laughed at himself.

The dazed classmate at the table in front of me shrugged: "Thanks to you, we were able to team up and play until the end of the game. The view from the top is beautiful. Thank you so much. That's enough. You should let yourself go too."

The classmate at the back table patted No. 12's shoulder and said with a smile, "You are the middle-level proud one in our eyes. Mr. Proud, don't be stubborn."

No. 12 was silent for a moment.

No. 12 comes from a century-old high-class family, and her family has been high-class female soldiers for generations.

During his time at school, he was a language genius in Group 20, a member of the Kryptonian Technology Party in Group 17, and a Scorpio Nova in Group 2. He was always surrounded by followers.

No. 12 had a smooth journey from graduation to enlistment and finally becoming the branch chief. The comrades around him were always the top military ladies; each of them was of high quality, with a shining resume, excellent family background, and rich knowledge reserves.

However, this time in the holographic competition, No. 12 actually cooperated with a group of middle-level students.

The mecha combat capabilities of this group of students are extremely outstanding among their peers.

Before the competition started, No. 12 specifically looked at the holographic modeling materials when signing the contract. All the student holographic modeling materials for this competition came from the real Aotuwen Third Campus.

Behind the holographic fake worm sitting next to No. 12 are real worm students. They have a cheerful personality and may not have a good neurological tolerance to mechas, but now medical technology is advanced and they will be cured quickly once they are injured.

And they have the effort and perseverance comparable to those of higher species, and they played a good match with Fate Wynn, played by No. 12.

No. 12 is a typical military iron-blooded high-class person. He has many shortcomings and looks down on the low- and middle-class people, but he truly respects the blood, tears and sweat that the military females have put in.

At this moment, No. 12 finally understood the direction of playing Fate Wynne.

"Who said we have to compete with them on these expensive questions?" No. 12 suddenly said. He waved to the team members and motioned for seven of them to come over.

At this moment, No. 12 no longer tried to find Mr. Carol among the team members. He chose to continue to maintain the pride of these children.

No. 12 held the shoulders of the students with dazzling eyes and lowered his voice: "We have a high score and have the priority to choose the competition topic. Our competition topic is the 10 applied theories of the α army formation."

A dazzled classmate grimaced and said, "Military formation theory is even more difficult! Without actual command experience, it's just talking about military operations on paper. It's ridiculous!"

Another classmate said: "Finding a new way doesn't mean you should just fall headfirst and jump off the building! Huai En! Calm down!"

The audience outside the venue was no longer calm, and suddenly started to jeer: "Number 12!! You guessed the right answer!! Look to the left! The third seat on the left!! The shaved face wearing a winter school uniform! There is a gold brooch on his vest! That is Mr. Carol!"

"Oh, I really want to break his head! Look to the left! To the left! To the left! Why are you hugging the female insect on the right so tightly? And your mouth is even next to the female insect's ear?"

"Damn it! What kind of weird interest have you developed in this game?"

The online live broadcast has three viewing angles: far, medium and close-up. The online comment area has a better tone, but only slightly better.

[I know that No. 12 is practicing secret tactics with his classmates, but this scene... makes my eyes go blind.] [Mr. Carol next door: Huh?]

on stage.

The first 18 groups of NPC debates and interactions ended quickly.

The holographic director spoke into the microphone on the stage: "Group 1 and Group 2, come up."

No. 12 took the lead and was followed by seven classmates.

On the other side of the classroom, the NPC Golden Scorpion Nova had a sneer on his face, followed by seven high-level species.

They met on the debate stage.

"Good afternoon, Wynn." Scorpio Nova was the first to greet him, politely saying, "Are you ready to get out of this classroom?"

No. 12 did not respond. He nodded to the director as a student before looking at Scorpio: "Good afternoon, Nova. My team has a high score and has the right to choose first. My team chooses the debate on the advantages and disadvantages of the 10 theories of the Alpha Army."

Scorpio Nova: "Huh? Students discussing military formation theory?"

The holographic director glanced at No. 12 and gave a rare reminder: "Are you sure the topic is military formation theory? This is not a good option."

There was an uproar outside the venue: "Now that the holographic director has spoken, it must be the host Fate who is reminding No. 12 not to act in a wrong way!" "Although Fate Wynne in the original film is reckless, he is not stupid. No. 12 will only lose if he acts like this." "How does he know that he can't beat No. 60's total score?" "He shouldn't know. During the competition, the contestants can't receive any information from the outside world."

Online comment area: [Damn, what does student Fitwayen know about military formations? No. 12 openly uses his own experience to lead the team. What's the difference between this topic and automatically giving up the competition?] [What a waste of this final spot!]

on stage.

"I insist on choosing this debate topic, and my teammates have no problem objecting." No. 12 disdained to intimidate the students. He looked at Scorpio Nova and said calmly, "Your team scored 5 points lower than mine. Even if it's only 0.5 points lower, it's still lower. I have the priority to choose. What? Are you scared?"

"You're dying of laughter." The Scorpio Nova sneered coldly, "Come on." He silently gestured with his mouth: bastard.

No. 12 is a mecha soldier who has served for many years. When he gets serious, he can easily overwhelm the students by just picking out a few time-honored military debates.

A very strange scene appeared in the holographic scene.

Scorpio Nova is very eloquent and uses a lot of military theoretical terminology.

The middle-level students in Fitway's group stammered as they recited the relevant data like they were reciting a book.

If anyone forgot the words, No. 12 would cough and briefly mention the key words, and the average students would immediately become excited and stutter out the rebuttal theory and the Scorpion team's mid-gate confrontation.

…Below the stage, the audience booed: "How weird." "How would anyone know this is a date show if you don't tell us the name of the competition?" "Are you serious? Endorsing in this kind of situation? Huh?" "No. 12 seems to really want to teach us something?"

Online comment area: [I would like to call the No. 12 championship game the most boring game in history. ] […] [Neutral spectators say, who doesn’t want to have a No. 12 big female sire teammate? Envious. ]

on stage.

The 15 minutes came to an end quickly.

With the support of veteran No. 12, the middle-class players in the Fate team won a crushing victory in the debate.

With 2 minutes left, Guangyun's classmates started hugging and celebrating: "Champions! We are the champions!" "It's so cool!"

The advanced species of the Golden Scorpion Group were defeated. Their theoretical knowledge was overwhelmed by a group of middle-level species who couldn't even speak the Southern language fluently, and their mentality exploded.

Before the grandmaster started, Scorpio Nova was furious and slammed the table: "You damn army! Which homework did you copy from the seniors for this debate? You can't even speak fluently and you still want to be the champion? Don't laugh at me! With your rubbish eloquence, choosing a bunch of mediocre people like you to give the speech at the victory ceremony is a disgrace to the Third Campus!"

Scorpio Nova ignited the fire with just one sentence.

The two groups immediately started throwing pens and smashing tablets, and then picked up the folding stools beside the table and started fighting.

There were still 50 seconds left in the debate, and it hadn't ended yet. The holographic director next to him didn't care at all and wrote something on the teaching tablet indifferently.

The Scorpion Nova team was composed of high-level species, and they suddenly took action, and none of the middle-level species in the Fate team could react.

In the blink of an eye, two of the middle-level members of Fate's group were kicked to the ground, vomiting blood in pain.

But! The two middle-level players who fell to the ground did not care about their injuries!

They twisted and crawled on the ground, trying to pull No. 12's pants legs, screaming at No. 12: "Hey! Hey! Brother! Dear brother! Please don't kill me! Friendship is useless! Life comes first! Victory comes second!"

The identity under Line 12 is the branch chief, a person with class privileges and a punch as big as a sandbag.

Even though he was wearing a gravity ring that restricted his movement, No. 12 could still sweep up several high-level students like trash by just lifting up the folding stool.

The dazzled students in the Fate group blinked their eyes and said, "Fuck! How did Nova get hit into the wall?"

Another blink: "Shit! There's a hole in the ceiling!"

Then he blinked again: "Fuck! The folding stool is made of alloy! You can even break it!"

The Fate team finally shouted even louder than the Scorpion team who were being beaten: "Brother! Huai'en! Master Fate Huai'en!! Don't cause a school massacre!!"

"I know my limits. They only need to sleep for one night to get into this shape!" said No. 12, skillfully lifting a folding ladder. His hands were free for a second, and suddenly someone handed him a new folding stool from the side.

"Thank you." No. 12 grabbed the new folding stool and without looking back, he went to catch the Scorpion member hiding under the table.

"Damn it! Academic bully! Stop adding fuel to the fire!"

Another dazzled, strong classmate let out a sharp roar, rushed up to hug the top student, turned around and rushed out of the violent scene of No. 12.

No. 12 paused.

There was a sudden roar of applause from the crowd outside the stadium. It was unbelievable: "Was it the holographic Carol who just handed the folding stool to No. 12?" "Ah? Don't you hate violence the most?" "I must have seen it wrong!"

At this moment, on the stage.

The long-lost voice finally sounded: "Adversity or success, you chose adversity."

“Seriousness is your passport to adversity.”

“You led your classmates to turn the tables twice from adversity. Using your extraordinary experience would have put you on the brink of elimination, but you still chose to lead them forward, protecting the pride and confidence of those who worked hard.”

"Your seriousness is sometimes inappropriate and sometimes brilliant."

"You think you are unromantic, but you can't take your eyes off you."

"You imperfectly portrayed Fate Wynn's competitive persona, working hard, being friendly, and taking advantage of loopholes. 2 points for basic roleplaying."

No. 12 stood up straight and dropped the folding chair in his hand.

All around him, the holographic image began to slowly dissolve and peel away.

No. 12 took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He managed his facial expression very well and kept it expressionless, not letting the insect know what he was thinking.

"Contestant No. 12, Monty Russell, performed successfully and scored 7 points for the third question," the narrator announced.

No. 12 suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky in a panic, only to see a crystal clear sea of ​​holographic particle light.

Guanghai narrated in a calm voice that never changed: "You protect the rights of your teammates, respect their efforts, and take their results and hard work seriously. Your strengths shine brightly, and you are all paying attention to them. Your rating is 5, a perfect score."

"Now, please enjoy the final holographic ending." As the narration ended, the dissolved holographic particles were remodeled and quickly transformed into a brand new scene.

Outside the stadium, the whole audience was shocked!

"What!? This is also possible!?" "Full score for the rating! No. 60 can't do it!" "The narrator's announcement order is simply killing me!" "No. 12 finally opened a new line!!!"

on stage.

The holographic scene was reshaped, transforming into a campus tree-lined avenue.

The halos in the same group as No. 12 appeared one after another.

The wounds on their bodies disappeared.

They hugged No. 12 with laughter and said similar yet different words of gratitude.

The voice of the host Fate sounded in No. 12's ears at the right time: "In the favorable life you were born with, you have countless ways to change your life and create glory."

"Glory, dignity, power, authority, and the guiding lights of insect life are concepts that you need to hammer and polish day after day before they become shiny. They are hard to find and cannot be created out of nothing."

“But sometimes they come so easily that you’re caught off guard.”

"You chose to protect the dignity of these children and the fruits of their life's hard work.

You are not only protecting a string of cold numbers, but also protecting millions of possibilities for their future."

The host Fate's calm voice had a fascinating power. He whispered softly in No. 12's ear, and it seemed as if he was describing a legendary reality to the 300,000 audience members and to the advanced and privileged species of the entire Zerg universe.

"Because of your persistence at this moment, they will have a certain belief in their hearts... They will no longer look down on themselves because you have brought them to the top.

Monty Russell, in a short period of time, you have become the angel who has changed their cognitive future destiny."

"You chose adversity, you changed adversity, and you shaped the glory, power, authority and dignity in the eyes of others."

No. 12's pupils dilated slightly and his breathing became heavier.

The narrator chuckled: "You've impressed me. Well done, No. 12."

No. 12's lips trembled, his face turned red, his tentacles shook, and his chest seemed to be filled with flames.

…

The audience outside the venue were discussing in low voices. Because there were so many people, the low voices were like a tsunami. All complete sentences were broken by the tsunami. Only a few muttered sentences were complete: "...The temptation is really strong." "...Should we intercept it?" "No, it's the advantage of military school students...No need."

"Fate is most likely a member of the Capital Alliance." "It could also be..."

"Suitable for military propaganda... What is his current listing price?" "I am contacting the military media department now..."

"Our army's recruitment scope this year..."

…

on stage.

The holographic classmates shouted in surprise: "Oh! Huai En! Why are you still wearing your debate uniform? The speech ceremony will start in 20 minutes!"

"It's too late to go back to the dormitory now! Wait, turn left and there's an open-air wash basin in front. Wipe the blood off your neck and face! I'll go borrow a school uniform for you!" A tall, dazed classmate immediately turned around and wanted to find a school uniform for No. 12.

No. 12 grabbed him and said to all the members whose faces were blurred, "When you graduate, we will go to the Third Army Corps to report together."

The others burst into laughter: "Come on, man!" "Wow! It's just an intramural competition! Don't take it too seriously! The Third Legion never comes to the three campuses to recruit soldiers!"

"The branch regiment of the Third Army will come." No. 12 looked at these young students steadily. At this moment, he even forgot that the modeling materials of these students came from a few weeks ago and were not real insect role-playing.

The classmates smiled and said, "Okay." "We'll all listen to your big brother!"

Another blink of an eye, and the holographic classmates said according to the set lines: "Not only the school uniform, you also need to rest! I'll buy you a hairdresser! We, the middle light, can't go on stage with a chicken nest on our heads!" "I'll go and take a seat!" "Fate! Hurry up and come, don't be late!"

The students said in a series of words, turning around in twos and threes and disappearing in the light.

No. 12 trotted in the direction they said and soon arrived at the open-air shower station.

Open-air showers are a feature of the Ottoman campus.

The Zerg students are so aggressive.

Once an argument occurs, it will 100% turn into a fight, with blood all over the body. Every Ottoman student has several sets of spare school uniforms in his locker all year round.

The open-air showers that can be found everywhere on campus are semi-open independent bathrooms that provide hot water, hormone inhibitors, sedatives, deodorizing shower gel, etc.

No. 12 did not go into the bathroom, so there was not much blood on his body.

He stood outside at the sink, took two alcohol wipes, and wiped the mirror briefly.

There were no insects around, and No. 12's expression changed, becoming a little lonely.

No. 12 lowered his head, scooped up water to wash his face, and covered up the emotions that were flowing out.

The spectators outside the court were piercing and sighed: "It seems that No. 12 also knows that this round is unstable." "The performance points are too low." "Only 2 performance points in the championship round, the winning rate is unstable."

on stage.

In front of the holographic mirror, No. 12 raised his head and took out a tissue next to him to wipe the water off his face.

He let down his folded sleeves and smoothed out the obvious wrinkles, unbuttoned his vest whose buttons had come loose during the fight, straightened it, brushed the dust off the vest, and buttoned it up.

No. 12 adjusted his mood by adjusting his sleeves and vest.

Finally, No. 12 undid his crooked tie in front of the mirror and tied it again.

Suddenly, the mirror in front of him changed.

The mercury on the bottom of the single-sided wash mirror faded, and a bug was standing in the mirror.

The face of the insect in the mirror was still shrouded in a faint halo.

But at this moment, this halo is more like a Photoshop soft light filter, and the facial features of the insect in the mirror can already be distinguished.

The bug in the mirror has grey curly hair, black eyes, and a shining golden brooch on the left chest.

The special guest behind the holographic Carol is number 12 who appears in the mirror.

No. 12 paused, his silver eyes unblinking, his hands still tying his tie.

The man in the mirror put his face close to the glass, with the tip of his nose touching it.

Your Excellency is very close.

Excluding the mirror, your face is only two palms away from No. 12's face.

The gray-haired gentleman smiled at No. 12, then blew gently at the mirror, exhaling water mist on the mirror surface.

The gray-haired gentleman silently wrote a line of words on the glass: Monty Russell.

"Yes, it's me." No. 12 replied in a daze.

The gray-haired gentleman touched his lips with his fingertips, and then tapped the words "Monty Russell" with the fingertips that had touched his lips.

Reserved, yet dissolute.

No. 12 Monty Russell can't even tie his tie, his tentacles stand up stupidly, and his pupils are beastly.

The 300,000 audience members below the stage once again made the sound of glass hissing, and the holographic golden rain fell once again.

"Come to me, Monty Russell."

"I am..." The moment the minister in the mirror finished speaking, the holographic particles turned into darkness and engulfed the stage.

In the blink of an eye, the stage returned to its original herringbone shape, bare except for a large black velvet curtain hanging.

The audience roared loudly! ! In a moment, thousands of people in the audience took off. Even when they were electrocuted by the security team, there were still successors.

Some of the on-site sound systems were smashed and part of the special effects projector was also dismantled.

Medical sedative mist was sprayed in the venue to cool down the temperature.

"Entertainment company, you better settle down next to the main star of the First Legion!!!" "What can't we, the audience, see?!" "Oh my God! It's Mr. Lauren Lin from the Arctic Region!" "C-level!! The entertainment company actually invited Mr. C-level to perform interactively!!!"

The online comment area directly collected the regret for No. 12: [With such a low performance score, he is still worthy of the special guest to show up in person! ! ] [The special guest turned out to be a romantic movie star who retired a few years ago. You know nothing about the management of entertainment companies! ] [Becoming a dog played by anchor Fate and the entertainment company. ] [Is it a crime to conceal the news like this? @Male Insect Protection Court! Come out and say something! ]

However, no matter how loudly the audience cheered, the holographic giant Fate above the fishbone stage always kept smiling^v^.

After three rounds of medical sedative spray had been applied and no insects were left on the scene, the holographic giant waved his hand and dropped spots of light, and the holographic scene began to be modeled.

The championship venue No. 60 is the same as the second round moonlit night celebration.

No. 60 was airdropped to the ground and arrived at the dark staircase entrance, facing a half-open iron door.

He looked around, a little confused, thinking he had come to a repeat scene.

Until he opened the scroll question.

[Question 3: Goodbye, Moon.]

[Reference answer: Free play.]

No. 60: “…”

The host Fate once again poked the audience's delicate and fragile nerves.

The off-site security team continued to increase its manpower, and even dispatched high-level security guards hired from outside.

No. 60 could not hear any sound; he was completely absorbed in the competition questions.

No. 60 closed the scroll and opened it again, repeating this process several times before he dared to squint his eyes and look at it again.

The topic has not changed.

No. 60 took a deep breath and squeezed the scroll, causing it to make a crackling sound.

He pushed open the iron door.

The moonlight was like water, pouring into No. 60's heart.

A figure sat quietly on the edge of the staircase.

The holographic Mr. Carol was slightly different from the previous round. He had wine, cigarettes, snacks and a Bible on his knees.

"You're late again." Holographic Carol spoke, patting the seat next to her. "Sit down."

No. 60 walked towards the holographic Carol without hesitation.

In the original work of "The Roommate", the farewell chapter "Goodbye, Moon" is from Carroll's perspective, and the text is expressed in a concise manner.

No. 60 did not get the script for this scene.

But No. 60 was not panicked. The original book described that Fate and Mr. Carol chatted for a whole night about the brief history of the planet, changes in cosmic tides, the birth of aliens, etc.

These books are required astronomy textbooks for mecha department students.

While waiting for the finals, No. 60 memorized all five required astronomy textbooks.

"You started drinking early again." No. 60 took off his coat and spread it on the stone bricks, then lay down next to the holographic minister and opened a bottle of beer. His whole action was smooth and flowing.

The holographic Carol laughed, took off her winter school uniform jacket and lay down on the ground half a meter away from No. 60.

"Bang!" No. 60 crushed the first can of beer, pretended nothing happened and opened the second one.

They drank their beer quietly for a while.

"My departure date is next Monday." Holographic Carol took the initiative to break the silence and said softly, "Return to the Ring."

No. 60 perked up, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he uttered a word as if facing a powerful enemy: "Hmm."

The holographic Carol laughed again, followed by a long silence.

No. 60 reacted: There is no point in bringing up this topic in the original book! Fate and Carol should be drinking like crazy at this moment!

Just ten dozen beers! No. 60 remembered how much Fate drank in the original novel, sat up straight, grabbed the beer in the plastic bag, and started chugging it.

I feel like I'm here just to drink tonight and no one can persuade me otherwise!

No. 60's ear becomes redder the more he drinks.

He wasn't sure if the holographic minister smiled again halfway through his drink.

No. 60 honestly remembered the number of beers in a dozen. A dozen of beer in Ottowen was 4 bottles.

In 20 minutes, No. 60 actually drank a lot of water in the holographic scene.

The neural chip in the holographic helmet started to work, and No. 60 began to feel dizzy as if he were drunk.

"Okay, that's enough, you're opening the eleventh beer." Holographic Carol patted No. 60 on the shoulder.

No. 60 shook his head, turned to look at the holographic minister, and turned his head away quickly the next second.

Mr. Hologram:?

No. 60 reached into his pocket and took out a box of mints. He tilted his head back and took a handful. He chewed them up and swallowed them before turning his head back.

"I am reciting astronomical theory to you now. I have memorized it from beginning to end, and I guarantee that every word is correct." No. 60 said honestly.

The holographic minister smiled: "Okay."

No. 60 opened his mouth and began to recite from the catalog of the brief history of the planet.

Mr. Hologram: "..."

Spectators: “…”

"There's no better time to sell No. 60's shares than now." "The bugs who bought No. 12 at the opening and won were all grinning." "No. 12 was a sure loser, but No. 60's stupid behavior made it the winner. I'm convinced. Is this what it means for the wasp clan to always be one family?"

Suddenly, the narration prompt sounded on the stage.

The narrator's voice was deafening in the hearing range of No. 60: "You feel drunk, and the alcohol blurs your perception. You chat about all sorts of things, talking about stars, the Milky Way, cosmic tides, and the last natural extinction of this century."

Narrator: "Soon, you were talking until dawn and the full moon disappeared on the horizon."

There was another round of laughter outside the stadium: "The narrator can't stand it anymore, hahaha!" "The narrator appears! Number 60's round ends early!"

on stage.

No. 60 was stunned. The alcohol really made him a little confused. He subconsciously said, "Uh, I just finished memorizing the table of contents of the brief history."

Narrator: "You have been talking till dawn."

The holographic minister repeated: "Yes, we have been talking until dawn."

No. 60: "But I did..." "Fate, Fate." The holographic minister called twice, and suddenly: "Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan An!"

Conditional Reflex No. 60: "Yes sir, Sullivan Ann reports to you!"

The holographic minister was serious for 2 seconds, then smiled and said, "I will be back to Maoyan next Monday."

"Go and try to solve some force majeure issues." The holographic minister took the initiative to guide No. 60, and said in a gentle and persuasive way: "You may experience some sadness, but I will handle everything. Before leaving, do you have anything to say to me?"

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the audience, and some even felt a little weirdly aggrieved: "How come even the gentleman on No. 60's side took the initiative to help No. 60 overcome difficulties!" "How can there really be such a good-tempered gentleman in reality! I don't believe it! Unless you, the anchor, remove the mosaic on your face!"

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on stage.

No. 60 shook his head.

The holographic minister watched calmly.

60 was drunk from the electric shock of the holographic chip and said with a bit of a tongue twister: "You...you...the haze of sadness should not hang over you."

"Force majeure is... a very painful and heavy despair. There is no way to turn over, no way to reverse it, and you can only endure it in agony."

"War, death...decline like this." No. 60 stared at the holographic minister in a daze.

At this moment, the halo on the face of the holographic cabinet faded, and No. 60 saw a young face.

He had dark purple hair, black eyes, and a reserved and gentle temperament. The gentleman also stared at him in a daze.

No. 60 said, "Sir, I don't want you to feel this pain... You don't have to suffer."

"Please fly with the wind of happiness and live happily in the clouds forever."

The holographic minister asked softly, "If I gave you a parting gift, what would you want?"

…

"Can this be performed on a big stage?" The audience was stunned.

The chief of the Fourth Army branch who was sitting in the SVIP seat could not sit still, he stood up and forcefully demanded that the security team lead him to the backstage!

The head of the Fourth Army branch stared at the head of the security team and sneered: "Or I can kill you here."

The leader of the security team could not stand firmly and was soon replaced by another security team.

Another security team leader explained with sweat on his forehead: "All actions and scripts on the stage today have been authorized by you! Please don't get me wrong! If any illegal offense really occurs, anchor Fate and our interference team will enter the venue immediately! No one will be forced!"

There was a lot of noise and chaos in the audience, with whistles, screams, and curses mixed together.

The internet was abuzz with comments: [This is simply cheating! This part is not in the original work! How could the holographic master... take the initiative... take the initiative... to help No. 60 pass the level...! ]

Under the online public opinion that exploded in a second, the court's server finally couldn't stand the pressure and crashed.

The official online website of the Male Insect Protection Court showed a blank screen, indicating that it could not connect.

The court's network data department actually felt relieved!

…

on stage.

No. 60 stared at the holographic cabinet for a while, then reached out his hand and carefully touched the holographic cabinet's facial features.

"If...if you are willing, can you give me a kiss on the cheek?" No. 60 gently touched the bridge of the holographic cabinet's nose, which was straight and slightly pointed.

No. 60 said: "Everything is fake, but you are real. I hope you can give me a kiss of sweet dreams, so that I can have a direction for my fantasy for the rest of my life."

The holographic minister held No. 60's hand, then reached out to hold No. 60's face, and smiled and leaned over: "Glad to help."

The moment the holographic minister kissed No. 60's cheek, the blurry light on his face faded away, revealing his true face.

The holographic guest who plays with No. 60 has short dark purple hair with a slight shimmer, and dark purple, almost black eyes.

…

Most of the people at the scene did not recognize who this gentleman was.

But the power of the Internet is strong, and soon someone found out the identity of this gentleman.

[There is no mistake about this family trait. ] [Entertainment companies are really powerful, the water is so deep. ] [This wave is literature shining into reality...] [Stop talking nonsense! Who is this gentleman? ]

[His name is Michelle Morgan. Morgan from the Capital Alliance, a generation with genetic slippage in the privileged family, and his level is C.]

[Damn Wasp!! Sullivan Ann, you'd better stay in Wasp City and don't come out for the time being! ]

The scene outside was bustling and inside was charming.

on stage.

The holographic cabinet let go of his hand, and No. 60 fell asleep.

Mr. Holographic: "…Contestant No. 60 Sullivan Ann failed in her performance, performance score is 2, review score is 5, full marks."

"The score for the third question is 7." After the holographic minister finished speaking, the darkness created by the holographic particles fell, engulfing their figures, and the stage turned into a fishbone shape.

Above the stage, the 3D projection of host Fate reappeared. He waved his hands with a smile, and holographic particles created a storm!

Two tiny whirlwinds rolled up in the center of the stage, and two figures were faintly visible standing in the eyes of the whirlwinds.

"The four-hour holographic interactive competition has ended. Thank you to the players for their passionate contributions in the role-playing segments." The holographic giant bent over and overlooked the stadium and the stage, but it did not make the insect feel terrified or oppressed.

The host Fate's voice was always soothing, and every move he made exuded the tranquility and peace of a storyteller.

As soon as the anchor Fate appeared, a virtual rainstorm of Jinlu occurred for the fifth time, which was even more severe than the previous ones.

No matter how much the audience was arguing over the competition stages, as soon as the host Fate appeared, the audience was distracted in an instant: "Fate!" "Fate!" "Open the military doctor audition!" "Milan!" "Damn Wasp!"

The holographic giant ^v^ announced the result: "In the third round of the championship match, the score between contestant No. 12 and contestant No. 60 is tied."

"The combined score is calculated based on the scores of the first two rounds."

"The first round performance score of contestant No. 12 was 2, and the selection score was 0. The second round performance score was 5, and the review score was 0. The overall score is 7."

"Competitor No. 60 received 5 points for performance in the first round and 3 points for selection. In the second round, he received 1 point for performance and 1 point for evaluation. The total score is 10." The holographic giant waved his hand, and the display on the side of the stage showed the counts of the first two rounds.

【No. 12 vs. No. 60】

【7:10】

The audience cheered: "Oh!!" "Just a little bit!"

The holographic giant ^v^ made a downward gesture with both hands: "Please be patient, please be patient, let us look forward to the performance of our special guests."

The host Fit unplugged the power of the 300,000 speakers, and the audience fell silent for a second.

"There are three special guests in total. Each of them has read the original novel carefully, written a 5,000-word analysis of the role, and put their all into the performance. Whether it is theory class or parachuting, they all do it themselves. They are respectable and serious." said the holographic giant.

There was thunderous applause in the venue.

"Among them, the performances of No. 1 Michelle Morgan and No. 60 Sullivan Ann were most faithful to the original work."

"The same kindness, tolerance, and patience." The holographic giant pointed at the whirlwind on the stage, and the whirlwind dissipated, revealing a man with dark purple hair and wearing a dress.

Michelle Morgan smiled reservedly and nodded simply.

"Same recklessness, enthusiasm, and kindness." The holographic giant pointed to the whirlwind on the other side of the stage, and the whirlwind dissipated, revealing contestant No. 60, Sullivan Ann.

Sullivan Ann took off his holographic helmet and became normal for a second. At this moment, he had no expression on his face. He was wearing a brown and black military uniform. His strong arms and chest muscles made the uniform bulge out, making him look safe, reliable and stable!

There was a burst of boos at the scene: "Eh!" "The whole universe knows that you are unreliable!"

No. 60 had a blank expression on his face, and was as indifferent to the words that passed by him as a towering rock.

The holographic giant Fate clapped his hands, and the speakers around the stage once again sounded the majestic and solemn holy sound. The holographic giant opened his hands and released a group of holographic birds.

The golden bird flew towards No. 1 and No. 60, and sang around them.

"I declare the two champions of the Fitwine finals."

The holographic giant said: "Carol Superior is played by No. 1 Sir Michelle Morgan! Fate Wynne is played by No. 60 Contestant Sullivan Ahn!"

"Please allow the two champions to give their acceptance speeches." The host Fate snapped his fingers with a smile.

Two microphones appear in front of Mr. No. 1 and Contestant No. 60.

Mr. No. 1 politely indicated that Mr. No. 60 should come first.

The expressionless No. 60 actually took the microphone first and said coolly: "I will try my best to act well. Thank you for your support."

Audience: "Huh!" "What the hell!? You actually spoke first?" "Fourth Army! Hit his head off!" "Where's the Fourth Army? Are they dead?"

No. 60 paused, his expression becoming more serious.

No. 1 took the microphone and said with a smile, "I will do my best to live up to Mr. Fit's choice. Thank you for your love. I hope you will support my performance with No. 60."

Audience: "..." "Who is this guy...Ah! Who hit me!" "Support! Support! Your wish is the best!" "Hey! Damn moth species!" "Go fight wasps if you have the guts!"

"Well, the competition is coming to an end, and it's coming to an end." said the holographic Fate^v^.

The scene immediately became noisy, even more exaggerated than when the game started!

"That's it!? That's it!?" "What the hell did you choose to be Fate!!" "Rematch! Rematch!"

After four hours of ups and downs of holographic interaction, not to mention the keyboard warriors on the Internet, the emotions of the audience on site were in turmoil.

The competition segments designed by host Fate and the various situations faced by the players were enough to ignite their already uncontrollable high emotions.

As the game drew closer to its end, the 300,000 spectators became more and more excited and anxious, like a fire boiling over, and the slightest spark of dissatisfaction would immediately lead to an explosion.

At the same time, the stadium security team was fully focused and the power of the electric shock weapons had been turned to maximum!

However, the holographic Fate seemed not to care at all about the dangerous atmosphere in the stadium. He waved his hand and a snowflake fell on his palm.

The snowflakes fell and turned into a golden flock of birds.

A flock of golden birds swarmed towards No. 1 and No. 60, like a cluster of flying flowers or two golden clouds. They embraced No. 1 and No. 60, flew into the starry sky above the stage, and turned into shooting stars before leaving the stage.

"Oh oh." The holographic Fate's cartoon face turned into -m-, "Please be quiet, please be quiet."

"Let me bring you a little surprise about military doctors." Holographic Fate said calmly and cheerfully.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the field became terrifying!

From the perspective of the online audience: The 300,000 female soldiers who were about to start a big commotion suddenly paused! Their anger disappeared piece by piece like a receding tide!

They returned to their seats one by one and calmed down.

It was as if the huge holographic Fate was holding a bunch of strings in his hand. With a lift and a move, the frenzy of the military women turned into tendons and was pulled away by this insect with a funny smile.

The sudden silence at the scene brought a chill to all the high-ranking officials who were watching the scene online.

Everyone has seen the positive influence of the film version of "Roommate": the female soldier knows how to properly display her charm, and the gentleman is not hindered by interests and takes the initiative to come down from the clouds.

Under Fate's arrangement and promotion, there seemed to be no barrier between the military girl and the minister. They fell in love naturally like the changing of seasons.

At this moment, his collaborators respect him solemnly, while his enemies hate, detest and fear him even more.

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on stage.

The holographic giant put his palms together and his pixelated face returned to ^v^: "Please check the special brooches worn when entering the venue. I hope you didn't tear them off during the quarrel. This is a very important welfare prop."

There was a rustling noise at the scene, and all the audience checked immediately. After more than ten seconds, the audience shouted one after another: "It's not lost!" "It's all on the military uniform!" "What is it!"

"Oh, that's great." After the holographic Fate said this, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the ceiling of the stadium!

The audience looked up and saw the arc-shaped building above their heads shaking. The sound of mechanical parts moving could be heard in the air.

After a few minutes, the circular ceiling of the stadium opened up and turned into a petal-shaped open-air stage!

Artificial sunlight poured in, and the nocturnal species in the audience immediately spread their wings to avoid the light.

The sun was shining brightly, and the holographic figure of Fate created by the holographic particle special effects gradually became blurred. He opened his hands, and golden light surged in his palms.

"The entire Military Doctor's Edition has been proofread. The full text has been revised to 110,000 words, including a special edition of 30 racial carnivals and a handbook of 100 questions for military doctors." Holographic Fate said with a smile.

Holographic Fate opened his arms, and the golden light created by the holographic particles once again turned into a flying white pigeon!

The white pigeons soared into the sky, transforming into a cloud of light feathers, spreading out in the blue sky for thousands of miles! Flying all over the Carnival City!

The holographic Fate's voice rose high, like the sound of jade bells, clear and loud: "Fly! My 300,000 friends! Follow the guidance of your brooches! Go and find the special gift that belongs to you!"

“Ah!!!!” “Ahhh!!!” “Ah!!”

The entertainment companies and security teams had been worried about the stampede that had happened all day, but there was no such thing as a bloody stampede.

All the female soldiers and viewers who were interacting on the scene went crazy just for the host Fate.

Fate told them to fly, and they flapped their wings and chased the white pigeons.