All netizens stared at the screen intently, shouting in their hearts, "Come on Su Shen!"
In the game,
The Korean players, who believed that Su Zhuo would never be able to escape again, began to cheer excitedly.
But the next second, they widened their eyes in surprise.
In mid-air, Su Zhuo quickly chopped off the feather arrow that was heading towards her heart. At the same time, she grabbed the feather arrow that was heading towards her eyebrows with her bare hands and then tilted her head slightly. The feather arrow that could have made her a marquis grazed her neck and flew out with a light green blood light.
That’s not all.
The moment he landed, Su Zhuo slowly turned the feather arrow in his hand and threw it at one of the attackers.
The swift feather arrows streaked across the sky.
"Bang!"
One of the Korean players who attacked Su Zhuo in the back mountain had a bloody feather arrow stuck in his forehead. He fell down with his eyes wide open. At the same time, a player next to him was also shot in the throat by an arrow.
Live broadcast room——
The commentator was so excited he almost jumped up and down. "Oh my god! My scalp is tingling with Su Zhuo's extreme display of skill. She traded minimal damage for maximum benefit. She was calm, decisive, and powerful! Is Su Zhuo really a female artist? I feel like I'm seeing a general on the battlefield! Is it just my imagination? No, it's just that her charm is too strong."
And Wenquan, while admittedly unsuited to close combat and lacking proficiency with cold weapons, is a talented pro player ranked among the world's top players. He's managed to turn a bow/crossbow into a sniper rifle—a truly impressive feat! He and Su Zhuo, one reporting the location and the other attacking, work together seamlessly!
Now it's the turn of the Koreans to be scared!"
"Ahhhhhhh Su Shen is awesome (broken voice——)"
"Oh my god, this is so cool! Is this a variety show? No, this is a blockbuster movie!!!"
"Even the special effects aren't this cool! Su Shen, go for it! Kill them!"
"Hahahahahahaha God Su! Kill them all!"
"Hunting time!"
"The tide has turned! Now it's our Dragon Nation's Su Shen's turn to strike back and kill you scum!"
In the game.
"Ashi?!"
The Korean players were stunned. This operation was too outrageous. Are they still human?
"Retreat, retreat quickly! Retreat quickly——"
One of the kimchi players in charge of the command had a trembling voice, roared and turned around and ran away, and the other kimchi players did not care about saving people and fled frantically.
In the military base,
Because of the rule changes, the means of transportation in this game have also changed from cars and jeeps to carriages and horses from the era of cold weapons.
Su Zhuo changed into a bow and arrow, and climbed onto the wild horse closest to her. Her handsome posture caused another wave of admiration from netizens.
She explained in the team chat: "Direction of the bridge, hurry up."
The three people from Wenquan responded.
Su Zhuo said nothing more and rushed out of the military base with his horse's belly.
The Korean players fled in panic and looked for transportation, but they saw nothing except some wild horses grazing in the woods.
Before they could ride their horses, the sound of horse hooves suddenly appeared behind them, and at the same time the sound of feather arrows breaking through the air was heard.
“Puff!”
Someone was shot and fell to the ground.
"Run separately!"
"Save me."
"Run separately, don't be together."
Looking at the panicking Korean players, Su Zhuo curled up the corners of her lips coldly. She rode her horse at an unstoppable speed, with the bow and arrow in her hand fully drawn, just like hunting in the forest. Every time she shot, someone would fall down.
Players from the Korean country were killed one after another.
system:
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Korean player XX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Korean player XXX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Korean player XXXX.
…
The frantically refreshed kill records made the players who did not jump to the military base feel numb. The speed of searching for resources subconsciously slowed down, and they could not help but look up at the kill list in the air.
Su Zhuo ranked first, his name was blood red.
The blood-red color suddenly transformed into a huge demon king in the eyes of the remaining players, invisible, terrifying, and unspeakable.
In the woods outside the military base.
More than half of the Korean players died in the blink of an eye, leaving only the three farthest from Su Zhuo still struggling to escape.
Su Zhuo stopped his horse, seemingly giving up the pursuit.
Everyone thinks so.
Live broadcast room barrage——
"Ah, why didn't Su Shen chase you anymore?"
"It's too far. If we split up and kill this one, two more will definitely run away. We can still meet them later anyway, so there's no rush."
"Su Shen: Let you live two more minutes."
"It feels so good already!!! Su Zhuo YYDS!"
"Ahhhhh God Su, don't stop!"
The commentator in the live broadcast room said, "As the saying goes, don't chase a desperate enemy. It's normal that Su Zhuo didn't chase him now. In fact, her idea is very clever. We can see that there are other people ahead. If she chases them alone, she will easily be surrounded... Although it seems that being surrounded is not a big deal?! Damn, what is Su Zhuo going to do——"
The commentator's eyes widened.
"She wouldn't want to...kill three birds with one stone, right? No way, these people are scattered, how is that possible, haha..."
In the game.
Su Zhuo stopped and pulled the bow again, and three feather arrows appeared on the bow at the same time.
In the distance, three Korean players were running in a fan shape, more than a hundred meters away from her, and it seemed completely impossible for them to hit the target.
Su Zhuo pulled the bow to its full extent, and the next second the bow and arrow in his hand flew away quickly.
At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the screen without blinking.
The three feather arrows flew forward like three whistling giant snakes, and when they were approaching a point, they suddenly collided.
Then, it formed a fan shape and stabbed towards the hearts of the three running Korean players one by one.
“Puff!”
"puff!"
“Puff—”
The sounds of three arrows piercing the flesh rang out one after another, and the system broadcast came online again.
system:
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Korean player XX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Korean player XXX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Korean player XX.
…
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for achieving the [Hit the Arrow at a Hundred Steps] achievement.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for achieving the [Three Pickles with One Arrow] achievement.
"Holy crap! That's fucking amazing! Hitting the target from a hundred paces!"
"Oh my god, I never thought I'd see a hundred paces shot through the air in the real world one day! The ancients weren't wrong!"
"Hitting the target from a hundred paces isn't the point. The point is getting three pickles with one arrow. Hahahahaha, is this system so foolish?"
"The point isn't that the system is so cool. The point is that Su Zhuo managed to shoot through the enemy's target and kill three pickles with one arrow at the same time. Is this the skill of a female celebrity???"
"I'm starting to wonder if Su Shen is a retired soldier who's just come to the entertainment industry for fun?"
"Fuck, this above sentence made me imagine a million-word exciting novel with a heroine. Ahhhhhhhhh, so exciting."
"Ahhhhhh what kind of imagination, isn't my Su Shen's experience enough to be a heroine?!"
"Su Shen is so handsome! I want to give birth to a baby for you!!!"
Netizens in the live broadcast room were screaming and shouting.
At the same time, Su Zhuo's game video was posted on the Internet by the program team and quickly became a hot topic.
"Ah, I remember this girl. She was so cool in the qualifiers! So awesome! Her name is Su Shen, right? It's weird that someone would use the word 'god' as a name, but she's really good at gaming."
"Hahahahahaha, Su Shen is a code name. Our Su Shen is called Su Zhuo. He is called Su Shen because he is so awesome."
"Holographic games are so fun! They even have a cold weapon mode. I'm so envious!"
"I heard that holographic technology requires very high physical skills in real life. This means that this actress named Su Zhuo is not only good at gaming, but also very good in real life!"
"Sister, stop talking. We in Longguo all suspect that Su Shen is a soldier king who came to the entertainment industry for fun 23333"
"Oh, I remember before the game started, everyone in Japan was cheering that Miyamoto Kojiro would teach Su Zhuo a lesson? Where's that guy?"
"Hahahahahahaha @Neon Netizen, did you see the scene where your Miyamoto Kojiro got hung up and beaten by our Su Shen?"
"The production team is really messing around. Why don't they just show the video of the Korean players beating the sneak attackers? Why don't they also show the video of our Su Zhuo fighting against sixteen Japanese players alone?"
Japanese netizens didn't say anything, they were feeling extremely frustrated at the moment.
I was beaten by the opponent in the preliminaries, and then I was beaten again in the rematch using the cold weapons I was good at. It was really humiliating.
Japan's domestic online platforms are full of netizens angrily calling Miyamoto Kojiro a waste and the Japanese government a disgrace.
…………
In the game.
After Su Zhuo dealt with the three Korean players, he waited for Wenquan and the others on the spot. After gathering together, the four of them took a carriage and slowly ran into the circle.
The remaining players were no match for Su Zhuo, and he killed each one with one blow.
At the end, Su Zhuo gave on-the-spot teaching and asked Xiao Pangdun and the other two players to use the players from the other two countries as moving wooden stakes to practice martial arts.
Players from both countries who finally made it to the finals: QAQ
They can't win the fight, so they can only be forced to be squeezed and made into wooden stakes for everyone to watch. It's so miserable.
When the game finally ended, players from both countries breathed a sigh of relief, finally free.
Outside the game.
Miyamoto Kojiro and others who were eliminated and left the game cabin early were sitting in the lounge provided by the program team. There was a live broadcast switch on the wall. When they saw Su Zhuo using people from their country as wooden stakes, they were all filled with anger.
In addition, domestic public opinion was overwhelmingly calling them trash, and this group of gifted people had faces filled with shame, humiliation, and confusion.
"Are the Dragon people really that powerful? A mere female celebrity defeated us so easily."
"I don't think so. This holographic technology was developed by Longguo. Who knows if they will give that Su Zhuo some special treatment?"
"Mr. Bird Sniper, your idea is very likely. Dragon Country has always been so despicable, hasn't it? They keep shouting that they are victims of history, but what are they really talking about? It's really speechless."
"No matter what, the final winner of this game must be from our Neon Country, Miyamoto-kun, what do you think?"
Miyamoto Kojiro clenched his fists, his eyes cold. "You are right. I will tell my father about everyone's expectations."
Upon hearing this, Niaozhu Xiaomai and the others became excited, with ambiguous glints in their eyes.
"So, what about the $50 million prize we mentioned earlier? Do you really want to give it?"
"I'm not willing to accept this. Why should I give it to Longguo?"
Mentioning this, the faces of the Japanese players darkened again. They, the professional players, definitely couldn't afford 50 million US dollars. The only reason they dared to offer such a high price was that Miyamoto Kojiro came from an aristocratic family.
Secondly, when I came here, the government said that we could act according to circumstances and approved a considerable amount of funding.
The problem is, now that they have lost, what should they do with the money?
Miyamoto Kojiro said coldly: "It's just a verbal promise. Who says it will count? If they really want to give it to me, I have a way to prevent them from swallowing the money."
………………
On the other side, the Kimchi Country Lounge.
The person in charge of leading the team this time reported the game situation back to the country. In fact, there is no need to report it back to the country as it can be seen through the Internet. After all, "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds" is so popular now.
"This Su Zhuo is too good, so good that it's abnormal. With her around, I feel like the championship this time won't belong to our country of Korea."
On the other end of the phone, a certain person in charge of the Korean country shouted:
"Holographic games are an entertainment project that will inevitably become popular in the future. We absolutely cannot lose, especially in the PC game PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. We have always been the absolute king! The king must not fall."
"But the current situation is that Su Zhuo is here, and it will be very difficult for us to win the championship." The team coach replied bitterly.
Person in charge: "What did Pui say?"
The team coach said: "Pui has been in a bad mood these past few days. Although he didn't run into Su Zhuo, he watched the video and was under a lot of pressure."
"Now that the entire internet is watching, it's not just about the game itself. If we lose, the country will be embarrassed. No matter what method you use, you must win."
After saying that, the person in charge hung up the phone.
"Hello?! Person in charge, person in charge?"
The team coach looked at the phone screen that was hung up and cursed: "Xiba!" Damn, it's easy for him to say it, but it turns out that he was not the one playing the game.
Just as he was feeling anxious, the coach heard the victory sound effect on the live broadcast. He looked up, his eyes filled with understanding, "Sure enough, the first one to finish the game was Su Zhuo's live broadcast room? She really is... amazing."
So powerful that it makes people jealous.
——————
Exit the game and push the game compartment away.
As soon as Su Zhuo opened his eyes, he saw Wang Lin's familiar chrysanthemum smiling face.
“……?”
Seeing the disdain on Su Zhuo's face, Wang Lin took two steps back aggrievedly, "Why are you looking at me like that? I saw that your traffic has exploded again and came to tell you the good news in person."
"More money?"
Wang Lin: “???”
Su Zhuo said sincerely, "If you don't pay extra, you don't have to tell me whether the traffic is going to explode or not, really."
"...You, you little heartless thing!!! You're obsessed with money, right?" Wang Lin howled angrily. He didn't want to talk to Su Zhuo anymore, so he turned around and ran away.
I’m afraid I’ll have to pay if I run too slowly.
The staff members nearby covered their mouths and laughed.
Su Zhuo unplugged the gaming device from his body and was speechless about Wang Lin's temper.
"Little Su Zhuo——"
Tang Xiaofeng rushed in after hearing the news that it was over, her face flushed with excitement. "You were so handsome this time! No, you're always super handsome, but this time was even more handsome!!! Oh my God, why am I not a man? If I were a man, I would marry you no matter what."
“…”
Su Zhuo held his forehead.
But the other staff members followed suit and said, "We want to get married too!!"
"Yeah, Su Shen, don't be so rigid about gender. It's much better for girls to stick with it."
"Wow, after watching Su Shen, I now feel disgusted when I look at men."
"Don't be like this. Boys also want to be protected. Look at me, Su Shen. I can handle both housework and work. I'm a bit weak in terms of making money, but I will work hard."
"Boys, don't dream. Su Shen belongs to us girls."
“…………”
Su Zhuo stepped out of the game cabin and left quickly. These people were too crazy.
"I don't mind being a mistress! Su Shen, please consider me!"
This sentence made Su Zhuo stagger and almost fall, and Tang Xiaofeng laughed out loud.
"Xiao Su Zhuo, you are so popular now. You are the goddess of the whole nation."
Su Zhuo's face was full of helplessness. She recalled that when she was a major general, the female soldiers in the legion also liked to get close to her and looked down on other male soldiers in the legion.
The main reason why all the male soldiers in her legion are single is not only because there are few female soldiers, but she is also the main reason.
Because of this, the male soldiers once ranked her first on the list of people they wanted to kill the most. Of course, they were no match for her, and after being beaten up several times by her, they became much more obedient.
Speaking of which, I don’t know what happened to those soldiers after she disappeared. They shouldn’t be bullied by people from other legions. Even if she, the marshal, is gone, those guys are not easy to mess with.
"Xiao Su Zhuo, a Japanese." Tang Xiaofeng's smile faded slightly when he saw the figures of Miyamoto Kojiro and others not far away, and he reminded them.
Su Zhuo withdrew his thoughts and looked up to meet Miyamoto Kojiro's eyes, which were flashing with cold light.
She laughed.
"Hey, are you here to take the initiative to pay the prize?"
Hearing Su Zhuo's provocative words, the people behind Miyamoto Kojiro showed expressions of anger and humiliation, while Miyamoto Kojiro himself had a cold face.
"We in Japan keep our word and will accept defeat! But don't be too proud..."
Su Zhuo interrupted his nonsense and stretched out his hand: "Stop talking nonsense and give me money."
"Arrogant, too arrogant, Su Zhuo, do you think you are invincible?" Bird Sniper Xiaomai spoke angrily in Long Mandarin.
"Yeah, you're not convinced? Come and hit me if you can."
Su Zhuo's tone was asking for a beating, and his smile was even more glaring.
The bird sniper Xiaomai's eyes were red, and he rushed forward and wanted to hit Su Zhuo. Before he could make a move, a loud shout suddenly sounded from behind him.
"What? What are you doing? No rough behavior is allowed outside of the game. Do you Neon people want to break the rules and get kicked out?"
Wang Lin hurried over and stood in front of Su Zhuo. The hot tea in the cup overflowed and poured onto the back of his hand, but he pretended not to hear it.
"Don't worry, Director Wang." Miyamoto Kojiro reached out to stop Xiaomai, the bird sniper, but his eyes never left Su Zhuo, his gaze icy cold. "We are only here to hand over the prize to the winner, Su Zhuo."
He emphasized the word winner.
Wang Lin didn't pay attention to his tone. "Oh, so it's about the lottery. Okay, Assistant Director, Assistant Director, hurry up. I've already told Mr. Neon Kojiro that he can't deny what he said before. Hurry up, pull the live camera over here! Quick!"
"Here comes the director!"
The assistant director responded from a distance, and a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard. Soon, a group of photographers holding live cameras filled the narrow aisle.
What a joke!
Miyamoto Kojiro didn't expect that Wang Lin would actually broadcast live the fact that he gave the prize to Su Zhuo. His tense face almost couldn't hold it together, and humiliation filled his eyes.
He was just about to ask for the live broadcast to be removed.
Wang Lin had already made his opening remarks in front of the camera.
"Hello everyone, this is a small corner of the 'PUBG' production team. The defeated Neon Nation is fulfilling their promise and giving the 50 million US dollar prize to our winner, Su Zhuo! To prevent unnecessary rumors from spreading, such as Neon Nation can't afford to lose, or Neon Nation talking big but not fulfilling its promises, we are broadcasting this live. Everyone, please watch carefully—"
When they heard Wang Lin talk about the defeated Neon Country, Miyamoto Kojiro and others' faces turned dark, but when the live camera was turned to them, they hurriedly adjusted their expressions.
But no matter how hard she tried, that somewhat unnatural, distorted, embarrassing and humiliating expression still caught the eyes of all netizens.
"Emma, what kind of live broadcast is this? Wow, I saw my Su Shen! I love you, babe!"
"Coach Wang said it was the prize Neon proposed during the semi-finals. If we lose, we'll give our Su Shen 50 million US dollars!"
"Fuck, fifty million dollars! Can Neon be so generous?"
"I'm here to tell you that's not the case. Miyamoto Kojiro originally wanted to say 50 million Neon Dollars. As for how that turned into US dollars... you can use your imagination, hahahaha!"
"Ahahahaha Director Wang is so good at talking, defeated Japan 233333"
"I just love seeing the frustrated look on the face of the little... Neon Country. Does this scene look familiar to you?"
"Hey, I saw the same expressions on the faces of the people watching the documentaries about the defeated countries. Hahahaha, the live version is so cool!"
"So fucking similar, hahahahaha."
At the show, Wang Lin said with a smile, "Mr. Miyamoto Kojiro, please give the prize you promised for this semi-final to our winner, Su Zhuo! We in Longguo accept all payment methods, including WeChat, Alipay, checks, and bank transfers. If you pay in cash, we will also arrange for staff to count it on the spot, and there will absolutely be no rumors of incorrect amounts."
Miyamoto Kojiro looked grim.
Wang Lin's words blocked all his plans for a retreat.
Originally, he wanted to delay giving the reward and deny it until the end of the game. Could Su Zhuo really catch up with him, Neon?
Even if Su Zhuo shamelessly asked him for it on the spot, he could still delay it by saying that the amount was too high and required layers of procedures.
In a word, it’s procrastination.
What Miyamoto Kojiro didn't expect was that the program team would come forward to help Su Zhuo. Now, all his plans were disrupted, and he had to give the money even if he didn't want to.
Otherwise, before the live broadcast is over, the entire Asian network will spread the news that Miyamoto Kojiro did not keep his promise, which will be a blow to him, his family and even to Japan.
Facing everyone's gazes and the cold live camera, Miyamoto Kojiro almost gritted his teeth, took out a bank card with trembling fingers, and slowly handed it over.
Su Zhuo stretched out her hand and felt the unwillingness to let go from the other end of the card, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
"Mr. Miyamoto Kojiro, are you unwilling to pay this money? If not, you can admit in front of the camera that you are all losers, and I don't want the money, how about that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the force on the other end of the bank card suddenly disappeared.
Miyamoto Kojiro raised his head and stared at Su Zhuo. Anger, humiliation, resentment and everything else in his eyes converged into a murderous intent.
Su Zhuo sneered, and released his spiritual power. An invisible pressure was directed at Miyamoto Kojiro, who turned pale and his legs suddenly became weak and he could not stand steadily.
"Plop!"
Under the astonished gazes of hundreds of millions of netizens, Miyamoto Kojiro, who was so proud that he looked down on others, suddenly knelt down in front of Su Zhuo.
"!!!! What the hell? You scared me!"
"What the hell...what are the Japanese doing? Are they finally finding their conscience?"
"Are you kidding me? Do they have such a rare thing as conscience?"
"No matter what the reason is, I feel very comfortable when Miyamoto Kojiro kneels down! Very comfortable, extremely comfortable!!"
"Ah ...
"Wow, my defenses are broken. That's why every time I go to the Martyrs' Cemetery, I feel particularly at ease. I always feel that where the spirits of the predecessors are, there will always be no darkness. It is safe and secure."
The show scene.
Su Zhuo held the bank card in his hand, looking surprised. "No way, just because he doesn't want to give Mr. Miyamoto Kojiro a mere 50 million, he's willing to kneel down?"
"Don't talk nonsense. The Miyamoto family of Japan is an aristocrat among aristocrats. How could Mr. Kojiro, the future heir of the family, be such a person?" Wang Lin took over Su Zhuo's words with a look of reproach on his face. "Mr. Kojiro, please stand up quickly. It's not the Spring Festival, so there's no need to show such courtesy."
Miyamoto Kojiro's face was grim. He didn't want to accept Wang Lin's help, but for some reason he couldn't get up at all. His whole body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force.
Just as he was holding Wang Lin's arm to stand up, Wang Lin suddenly let go of his hand.
“Plop!”
Miyamoto Kojiro knelt down again with a look of astonishment on his face.
Wang Lin, the instigator, let out a strange cry: "Oh, look at my memory. I actually forgot that it's our Dragon Country's National Day. Mr. Kojiro's kneeling must have a special meaning!"
"I almost let your kindness go to waste, Mr. Kojiro. I'm so sorry!"
Miyamoto Kojiro's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't see any embarrassment on Wang Lin's part. He was clearly doing it on purpose. Dragon countryman, Dragon countryman!!
Damn Dragon people.
His head felt dizzy from lack of oxygen, and finally his vision went black, and he passed out from anger.
"Miyamoto-kun!"
Bird Sniper, Wheat and others exclaimed.
"Oh my God, Mr. Miyamoto Kojiro has fainted from shame. Why are you still standing there? Help Mr. Kojiro to rest." Wang Lin shouted repeatedly, and the others reacted quickly and carried Miyamoto Kojiro down.
Bird Sniper Xiaomai and others originally wanted to cause trouble, but they were worried about Miyamoto Kojiro's safety, so they had to leave with him.
Wang Lin watched them go away, then turned to the camera and said calmly, "Alright, this little Easter egg where the defeated Neon Nation will give the prize to the winner ends here. The finals will be held the day after tomorrow. Goodbye everyone."
Click.
Live broadcast closed.
The netizens in the entire live broadcast room went crazy.
"Fuck, I always said Director Wang was a swindler, but I didn't believe him today. What the hell is the highest level of lying..."
"What's that guy upstairs saying? Our Wang Dalin is so cute and honest. Why don't you point out what he said?"
"That's right, what does it have to do with Director Wang if Miyamoto Kojiro faints from shame?"
"Hahahahahahahahaha I'm f**king stunned by Director Wang's show. How can he be a director with this hosting style? Someone wrote a letter in blood begging him to be the host, please!"
"I'm dying of laughter. This Easter egg today is so funny! I need to watch the replay."
"I also!"
——————
The show scene.
Su Zhuo gave a thumbs-up and praised sincerely, "Director Wang, you are really good at talking. I think Miyamoto Kojiro will lose three years of his life because of this."
"Thank you, thank you. You're such a mean girl! Without you paving the way, I wouldn't have found the opportunity to shine." Wang Lin sipped his lukewarm tea and asked quietly, "You were the one who made Miyamoto Kojiro kneel down just now, weren't you? How did you do that?"
Su Zhuo also whispered, "It wasn't me. I guess he was really ashamed, so he knelt down in front of me."
"Tsk, you little girl~" Wang Lin obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask any further questions. Everyone has their own secrets, and there is no point in digging into the details.
"Good luck in the finals, go back and rest."
Su Zhuo nodded, said goodbye to Wang Lin and left the program crew.
Wang Lin stood at the windowsill and watched Su Zhuo's nanny car slowly drive away. He took another sip of warm tea and suddenly laughed, "The Chairman is right. Women hold up half the sky. Now it's the young people who rule the world!"
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Online.
A live broadcast easter egg from the holographic variety show "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds" has swept all major platforms.
The names of Su Zhuo, the program team, and Wang Lin ranked among the top three hot searches.
"Damn, Director Wang's words are so sharp, even Miyamoto Kojiro was so angry that he fainted."
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's obvious that Miyamoto Kojiro is deeply guilty of our country. The guilt in his heart is like a river that has drowned him!"
"I didn't expect you to be such a Su Shen. Not only are you good at fighting, but you're also so mean. Look how pissed Miyamoto Kojiro is. Hahahahaha."
"I feel very comfortable after kneeling down."
"Oh my god, I saw a genius photoshop a picture and replaced the background behind Su Zhuo with the ancestors. Holy crap!!"
"Where are you asking for the pictures?"
At the same time, a picture went viral on all major platforms.
Miyamoto Kojiro, wearing Neon clothes, knelt in front of Su Zhuo, and behind her appeared the figures of ancestors who shed their blood for the Dragon Country.
"Ahhhhhhhhh my defenses are broken. I've already cried too much this National Day."
"I thought Su Zhuo's bloody slaughter of Neon was the best gift I received for National Day, but I didn't expect there would be an even better gift! You're so good on your knees!!"
"Ah, are you guys really cheering? Won't this cause diplomatic problems between the two countries? Why would Miyamoto Kojiro kneel?"
"Kneeling beautifully!! But is the Photoshop a little inappropriate? I'm not a nitpicker, I just think..."
"I don't care. I love the guy who photoshopped this picture, but I love Su Zhuo and Wang Dalin even more. You're all great."
"Plate! I don't think this is inappropriate, I think it's very appropriate! It's only natural for Japan to kneel down before our ancestors. They should be forgiven."
——————
In the nanny car,
Su Zhuo heard Tang Xiaofeng yell "Oh no!" and opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"The incident of Miyamoto Kojiro kneeling has become a hot topic. Although we Dragon people think it's a good thing, I don't know who leaked a background picture of you and your ancestors, and now it's escalated to a national issue and is illegal..."
“Illegal??”
Su Zhuo asked back, confused. Tang Xiaofeng nodded, "I have to find Wang Lin quickly. It's National Day now. If someone leads you astray, you're done."
"But... there were already these people in the background of the place where we were at that time." Su Zhuo opened his phone and took a look at the so-called photoshopped picture, a little confused.
Tang Xiaofeng stopped talking on the phone, turned around and exclaimed in surprise, "You said the background wasn't photoshopped?"
Su Zhuo nodded. "At the corner of that corridor, there was a row of introductions to our ancestors and martyrs. We were standing right in front of the group photo."
“!!!”
Tang Xiaofeng never expected that the truth of the matter would be like this. She quickly turned on the live broadcast replay and saw that the background behind Su Zhuo was indeed spray-painted by the ancestors. Because it was so lifelike, many people did not notice that it was painted later.
So those who are leading the trend and saying it's a photoshopped picture...
Su Zhuo: "The person who said the picture was photoshopped was sent from abroad to stir up trouble, right?"
"Fuck! It really is eight thousand!" Tang Xiaofeng was furious. "These people are always stirring up trouble on our internet. I don't know how many children have been led astray and made to hate their own country! They don't even look at what's going on abroad. It makes me so angry."
"What's eight thousand?" Su Zhuo had never heard of this term. Tang Xiaofeng briefly explained it to her, then angrily said, "Why the hell aren't these people dead yet? If it weren't for the country, they'd be shot to death just walking around! How can we have time to rant about them?"
Su Zhuo raised her eyebrows. She remembered that Yan Li seemed to have mentioned to her before that there were many people on the Internet who were criticizing and stirring up trouble, ranging from the internet trolls hired by celebrities to troublemakers at the national level.
"I remember these people can report it. If it is confirmed to be a sword butterfly, are there 500,000 pairs?"
Tang Xiaofeng dialed Wang Lin's number, responded casually when he heard Su Zhuo's words, and then hurriedly told Wang Lin what happened on the Internet.
Wang Lin agreed very quickly and handled the matter very quickly.
As soon as Tang Xiaofeng hung up the phone, clarification push notifications from Weibo and major platforms appeared on Su Zhuo's phone.
Wang Lin V: "Clarification! The picture circulating online is not photoshopped, but the real background of our "PUBG" program. This place was spray-painted by the production team to celebrate the motherland's birthday. Please stop the malicious rumors. We will initiate legal proceedings to protect the reputation of the program.
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"Fuck, I'm relieved. I was worried that Wang Dalin, you'd be fired just as you became popular."
"Damn it, no one believed me no matter how many times I explained it. When I was watching the live broadcast, the first thing I saw was the ancestors behind Su Zhuo!!!"
"It's obvious they're a scam. It must be Neon trying to stir up trouble."
"They want our Su Shen to be punished by the state, right? Once this matter is determined, it can be said to be very serious. It is indeed the style of Jiandie. I will report him."
"I'm going too. Didn't they say that if you successfully report something, you'll get a 500,000 yuan reward from the government? Go for it!"
"Go ahead and report that idiot."
"Don't go, I just went there, and the national backstage said that someone has reported it [smile] I don't know which big shot has such fast hands!!"
"I can't get the 500,000 yuan. If that's the case, I'll go to the internet to help clarify things. The main thing is that the internet must not let Su Shen and Wang Dalin be hacked."
"Let's go, let's go."
Netizens from Longguo left Wang Lin's place in twos and threes, and soon posted countless clarification posts on the Internet. Not only did they become popular on the Asian network, but even the neighboring European region knew about it.
As soon as he woke up, Miyamoto Kojiro slapped Niao Zhu Xiaomai and others several times and asked them why they didn't help him. Before Niao Zhu and others could answer, his mobile phone rang with news alerts.
Miyamoto Kojiro said angrily: "Baga, what kind of news do you keep publishing——"
"Miyamoto-kun, it seems that the video of you kneeling to Su Zhuo has been spread all over the Internet." Muto Taro exclaimed and handed the trending search on his mobile phone to Miyamoto Kojiro.
"Damn it! Who made such a big deal out of this?" Miyamoto Kojiro smashed Muto Taro's cell phone in anger, his face flushed red with a hint of purple.
The next second, his vision went dark and he fainted again.
On the other side, the Koreans tutted their tongues, full of regret: "They failed to successfully smear Su Zhuo, but instead made her more famous."
Pui sat in the corner, his expression cold. "What you're doing is completely unnecessary. Once Japan or Dragon Country finds out, Korea will be attacked from both sides, and we'll all be cannon fodder."
"Don't worry, we just hired some water armies. The Japanese side is ruthless and actually used hidden agents. Miyamoto Kojiro has been abandoned by them this time and has brought shame to the country." The coach shrugged.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Since Su Zhuo's dirty tricks didn't work, we have to go to plan B to ensure the kingship of the Kimchi Kingdom."
"Don't do anything extra. I will defeat her." Pui said coldly with a frown.
Seeing that he was unhappy, the coach raised his hand and smiled, "Okay, I believe you. Then you should work hard. Take a rest first. I will go see how the others are training."
After leaving the room, the coach took out his phone and said seriously, "Head in Charge, let's go with Plan B."
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Before the final, Su Zhuo rested at home.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who are you?"
Su Zhuo looked at the strange men in suits at the door and asked in confusion.
"Hello, Ms. Su Zhuo," the leading man said, smiling as he handed over a business card. "We would like to discuss a very, very big deal with you."
…
That night.
Confirmed to enter the final
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