Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The furnishings of the room are extremely strange.

In my arms, I don’t have a rabbit brother at all. It’s bigger than the rabbit, not the number one, or the reverse color of the rabbit brother!

The sorcerer's head picked up and the brain of the machine finally recovered.

last night.

Go to the big brother to play.

Then... then then...

The sorcerer stretched out his hand and gently posted it on the side of the neck.

No scars were found.

He slammed into the bathroom again - there was still a faint water vapor in the bathroom, and the familiar aggressive atmosphere was caught in the water vapor. It seemed that someone had taken a shower.

The sorcerer smeared the mirror and looked at the inside and left.

There was no trace of a bite in memory.

When I returned to the bed, the witch was already confused. The black cat rolled a circle, and the claw pad pressed the hand of the sorcerer, indicating that he came over the mane.

The witches of the singer's machinery are stunned by the cat, and the memory seems to have a serious fault.

Yesterday, the black cat also flew with him, and today it is sticky like a fake cat.

And big brother... he must be dreaming...

The door slammed open.

The rabbit on the bed was stiff and sweaty, and the dry black cat became a wet cat.

Wei Wei gave him a faint look and put the breakfast on the table.

The witch slammed out and jumped out of bed, sitting down along the scent, and scratching his heart and trying to open his mouth.

There are one-side preserved meat porridge, fried dumplings, milky yellow packets and soy milk in the plate.

Under the white porridge bowl, a printing strip "176, 61kg, nutritious meal b group" was pressed underneath.

The little curls of the sorcerer jumped in an instant.

It’s a big one to come over...!

When Wei saw the rabbit looking at the stupid, he changed the plate to the other side of the table.

The sorcerer immediately followed the past.

Wei Shi pushed the plate back again.

The sorcerer followed and looked back.

"..." Wei took out the disposable thermometer from the drawer: "Come here."

36.3 degrees Celsius, normal body temperature, no signs of infection. Wei Shi also gestured to the witch to lift his chin and glanced at the neck of the young porcelain white.

A sorcerer.

The memory of last night rushed, and I was bitten by the neck...

When Wei Wei raised his eyebrows, he pushed the plate to the front of the witch. No fever, no infection, it should be just a few rabbits, and save.

The man poured a glass of water for himself and swallowed two capsules in his hand.

The sorcerer quickly retracted his eyes and quickly linked all the information in his mind.

Treatment, emotional unsteady period, four hours, taking medicine, normal amnesty, not so normal amnesty...

Big brother is sick?

Witch's eyebrows jumped. Big Brother is omnipotent in his mind, almost knowing all of him - but he knows little about the big brother.

Wei was sitting opposite the witch.

The rabbit on the table shriveled his head, and the small spoon in his hand moved, like a mechanical rabbit with insufficient charge, but it was very fast.

"I will send you back to the training base." Wei looked at the terminal and opened his mouth.

After the Witch was behind Wei, he tried to speak out and swallowed several times. The floating car came through the fog and stopped at the door. The place where the sorcerer discovered that Wei was living should be the highest point of the entire floating city.

The floating military base hovers down the entire hillside, like a star-studded lighthouse in the mist.

Wei Shi opened the co-driver for him, and watched the rabbits cleverly climb in and turned around to drive.

The light of the morning light through the window, outlines the man's cold side face, and the deeper eyes cast a heavy shadow.

The sorcerer suddenly remembered that when he drove to drive him last time, it seemed that he did not deliberately open the door and wait for him to enter the co-driver.

When Wei Wei suddenly turned sideways, he firmly tied the rabbit with a safety belt.

The sorcerer subconsciously shrank back.

Wei Wei sideways, slightly raised his eyebrows: "Afraid?"

"!!!" Witch: "Nothing... thank you big brother..."

Wei Shi is satisfied with the beheading.

The suspension car shuttled through the morning breeze and slowly stopped at the base.

When I got off the bus, I didn't know if it was the illusion of the sorcerer's sorrow. The eyes of Daxie swept across his neck. However, what Witch has noticed is another detail -

Next to Wei’s driver’s seat, a white plate was revealed.

"mhcc spiritual comforter"

Wei Shi put the rabbit in the doorway of the base. The sorcerer waved his hand in the floating car and waved his hand.

It seems that it is a bit like bidding farewell to parents next to the kindergarten...

At this time, however, at 7:00 in the morning, most of the students were still asleep in the bedroom. The sorcerer spread his hand and stuffed with the top 12 repairing agents from the big cockroaches. They were also small and compact.

He pushed the door of the training base and entered the a073 training room - and then hurriedly pulled out the terminal and quickly typed in the search bar.

"Emotional instability period" - a condition, or a side effect of a drug. Hormone disorders, some extreme emotional amplification, recommended to accompany.

"mhcc spiritual comforter" -

The search results are blank.

Wu Yi changed a few search engines and finally found a sentence in a certain fee library.

"Mhcc mental relief. Prohibition, the federal sale in 3012."

Witched a meal.

At this time, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside the training room.

The sorcerer opened the door and saw one person standing outside the door with the guinea pig.

The witch immediately said hello: "Good morning, Mr. Lawyer."

Mao Dongqing handed Wu Rong a bag: "A Jun let me give you, apologize to you."

Witch's big eyes: "What..."

Mao Dongqing shook his head, but did not explain it. He turned and left.

Wu Han’s right hand was inserted in his pocket, and the repairing agent sent by Daxie was slightly hesitant. It seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally he had the courage to open his mouth: “Mr. Lawyer, I have a problem!”

The fourth law enforcement officer of the Floating City is not familiar with him, but the sorcerer is persistent and wants to know how he can't find the answer.

Mao Dongqing slowly turned back, and the guinea pig in his hand was also holding a witch. He paused and finally beheaded: "Go ahead and talk."

In the morning, the base air is cool, and the back of the training room is a small garden with a light white orchid fragrance.

Not what Mao Dongqing expected, the witch asked the treatment that Wei Shi was receiving.

"Gene repair." The law enforcement officers of Floating City sneaked in the details and replied in a concise manner: "A total of six courses of treatment are used to restore the abolished bodily functions, the most important being emotions and perceptions."

A sorcerer: "Emotions? What is the cause?"

Mao Dongqing: "I can't tell you too much. But in the future, you must have a chance to know. The treatment process itself is the process of emotional enlargement, including joy, hatred, care/satisfaction, hunger, and anxiety."

The sorcerer who is searching for memories suddenly realizes: "Hunger..."

Mao Dongqing looked at him thoughtfully.

The two walked all the way to the end of the garden.

The law enforcement officer looked at the terminal. When Wu Yi thought he was leaving, Mao Dongqing suddenly handed the guinea pig over: "Do you want to hug it?"

Witched, nodded nodded.

I was taken back by Mao Dongqing without any enthusiasm. It turned out to be just a "hold". Mao Dongqing has no expression on her face, and the guinea pig has been handed out, which seems to be his only way of expressing kindness.

The man gradually disappeared in the fog. The sorcerer feels a little bit, and Mr. Da Mao... is really different from the red hair.

Eight o'clock.

The class bell rings at the base.

After a full sleep, Zoe, who was full of energy and energy, recognized the sorcerer from the crowd. He was very emotional: "The little witch was so heavy enough to sleep yesterday that he didn't hear it after knocking on the door."

The sorcerer's mask has a reddish back and can only nod and nod.

The tutor of the theory class is as late as usual.

The sorcerer continued to rummage in the terminal, and the cold-hearted Zoe’s eyes were taken care of.

"Gifts? Who will give gifts to Xiao Wu?!"

Wu Yi quickly explained: "A friend," he immediately remembered that Zoe was very knowledgeable and asked: "Zuo Ge, is there any gift, can you give it easy... Hungry?"

Zoe reveals the look of a fool: "Eat."

The witches shook their heads quickly, and the right hand subconsciously touched the neck wound that no longer existed: "...is best to grind teeth."

Zoe: "Baby molar stick?"

Witch added: "Adults!"

Zoe is amazed: "There are still adults who want to grind their teeth with baby milk sticks."

The witches angered their cheeks and finally ordered a series of snacks such as nuts, hard candy and little steamed buns.

Zoe said with emotion: "Sure enough, it is a child, eat so much. But the little witch is still growing."

After the online shopping online order, the terminal goes straight back to the home page. Due to the switch to multiple search engines, the homepage of Witch's homepage is not known to be hijacked by a messy website, and a series of messy content is pushed according to the search record.

Zoe looked at the past tacitly, and for a long time he was surprised: "How come there is no small advertisement?!"

Wu Yi: "What little advertising..."

Zoe: "... Little witch, don't you usually watch... cough..."

The sorcerer looked blank.

Zoe patted him on the shoulder: "Can't find the resources? Go back and pass it to you. Oh, there is Caesar... Caesar has saved 600 pb, fine / end / person / death, he can't finish, really hamster Brain."

Zoe said, by the way, he glanced at the push page of the sorcerer, and he jumped out of a search record.

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Wu Yi: "..."

Zoe: "..."

The sorcerer quickly explained: "Not me, I don't, I didn't see, it's impossible-"

Zoe was silent for a long time, and finally decided to open his mouth: "Little witch, boys like to watch this is no big deal. If you feel embarrassed, I promise not to tell others."

The witches despaired and widened their eyes.

After the second theoretical lesson, the actual training was finally filled with the class schedule again. After all, the underground test of the final exam was played by two people. Instead of you, I was sitting on both sides of the game and writing papers.

In the next three days, the a073 training room belonging to the sorcerer always opened at 7 am and closed at 23 o'clock.

The 12 repairs sent by Daxie were just enough for 4 days of training, and Mr. Ajun sent 6 extras.

Wu Yi did not want to understand from beginning to end, why did Ah Jun "apologize" to him.

Under the accumulation of powerful training resources, the tactical dodge of the witchcraft is almost reborn.

The difficulty of the copy was changed to medium high on the second day and replaced with advanced on the third day. Six sets of tactical movements go deep into the bone marrow and are firmly remembered by the muscles. Zoe even saw it a few times - the sorcerer had a meal, and he took a spoon and wondered how to tactically connect.

When the last two teams were training, even Zoe was amazed.

Some people's talents may not be the best, but they are definitely the hardest one around you.

Outside the training base, the foggy city is foggy day after day.

When the night was also ruined, the first weekend of the floating city was realized by the sorcerer.

The training base was put on a two-hour break, and was donated by the sorcerer to the a073 training room. The rabbit and the worm door were happily huddled together.

After three days of **** training, Wu Yi even felt that there was no problem in arranging his bedroom.

In the second hour, Zoe finally couldn't help but smash the sorcerer out of the training room and study the latest developments of the Crowson show.

The weekend has come to the forefront of the holiday of the Crowson show.

In order to canvass the ticket, the second egg that was fried in the thin water was given to him.

Zoe: "Is it really only an omelette? Is the two eggs exactly the same?"

Wu Han: "...the second egg is love-shaped, and the mold should be added."

Wei Yan has no movement.

Zoe: "Over."

The organizers of the Crowson show have begun to prepare for the third round of the knockout. The buildings blocked by the curtains are covered with six-star patterns, and the sponsor's linked star web page is also being renovated.

Zoe: "Looks like that... magical altar? The next knockout theme is a bit hard to guess, magical little witch?"

The sorcerer retorted: "Magic Junior Zoe!"

Zoe: "Okay, the decision is you, Magic Boy Caesar."

The two studied all the way, and finally there were twenty minutes left. Zoe decided to go to the bedroom to make up.

The sorcerer once again opened the star network to study nutty hard candy and small steamed buns.

It is only half a day from the next section of the 1v1 tutorial. However, there is no business on the star network that dares to ship to the floating city.

As long as Wu Yi was knocked out, the opposite side immediately shook and asked for various reasons such as “too dangerous” and “no one-time courier”.

The snack spree that was originally intended to be given to Daxie... can only be temporarily stranded.

After the two-hour "holiday" ended, the sorcerer rushed into the Zoe dormitory with a ringing bell, dragged the stunned/smashing/hands out of the dark, and returned to the theoretical classroom, the schedule was completely new.

After three days of tactical evasion courses ended, the rest of the special training content is the same -

The basis of the firearms.

Zoe suddenly remembered something and looked at the witch.

The firearms were trained outside, and the two took the number one after the other. Zoe waited for nearly twenty minutes, and the witch was released by the gun instructor.

The teenager with a white mask pulled his head slightly, and Zoe patted his shoulder and motioned to wait.

After entering the training room, the conversations between the two tutors came intermittently.

"The student just... the pre-judgment is enough. The problem is that there is no offensiveness and no gunshots. It is OK to play with dynamic targets. The real melee has a very bad disadvantage."

"Extra is only e, if you increase the amount of training -"

"There will be no obvious effect, it is the character itself. The completion of the assessment is two days later. Let him sign the stress training."

“Directly on stress training??”

"Well. He came here, and it doesn't make sense to break through the limits."

Zoe who is preparing to take the gun.

Five minutes later, the witch, who was preparing to sign in the corridor, was interrupted by Zoe.

"Little witch!"

The witches raised their heads.

Zoe quickly said: "I didn't expect to be stress training - the federal banned it decades ago, and the deep blue sky has been retained until now. Stimulating the subconscious itself is not legal, you have the right to refuse."

Witch eyes: "Thank you, Zoe... I still want to try."

The rules for the next knockout are weakened, the map is reduced, and the chances of melee guns are greatly increased. If it is impossible to break through, relegation will become a problem.

Zoeton spent a few seconds looking at the training instructions in the hands of the witch.

—— “Three stages of stress, shock, and exhaustion... The heart rate, blood pressure, body temperature, and metabolic level are changed by Party A (floating **** training base), and inferior stress causes mental illness to be borne by Party B (student). ......"

The name of the witch is already signed in the lower right corner.

Zoe: "Really decided?"

The witches nodded.

The white moonlight sniper no longer stopped, but gave the witch a short hug: "Come on, don't hold on, don't hold on, this thing stimulates the cerebral cortex, and you can't sleep at night to come to you Zoe."

The witch smiled and nodded.

Two hours later, the witches pre-heated the dynamic target in the a073 training room and replaced them with stress training suits, opening the door to the second basement of the base.

A uniformed female assistant taught him a look and showed him a series of physical examination equipment.

The two shuttled in the dim corridor, during which the female assistant's speech speed plate flew fast: "Everyone has a completely different reaction under stress due to factors such as personality, background, and growth environment. The gun is given to me."

The witch immediately handed the training gun out.

Immediately after the next moment, the female assistant pulled down the gun insurance between the flashlights, and the fingers snapped into the trigger, which straightened the gun to the head of the witch.

The witch's hole is shrinking.

The muscle memory formed in the past three days quickly surged, and the reaction to the nearby wall was removed faster than the consciousness -

The female assistant suddenly put down the gun.

“Be a demonstration.” She said coldly: “Some people can execute target objects without psychological obstacles, such as me. Some people will give guns to strangers without vigilance. The first reaction is always to escape. Like you."

Wu Yi: "!! I actually..."

The female assistant interrupted: "There is no right or wrong in character. Combat stress affects your offensiveness, ambition, and subjective initiative on the one hand, and determines your ability to withstand pressure on the other hand."

"The war is exhausted, the shells are shocked, and the bullets are so small. If your character does not match the battle environment you are about to face, then we are more likely to be stimulating through the cerebral cortex than in the battlefield or on the field." Let you adapt to the simulation situation."

"Arrived."

The sound of the high-heeled shoes, the female assistant returned the gun to him: "Your stress training room. There are two days left before the final exam. Your initial goal is to stay inside for half an hour without being fainted."

Wu Yi: "..."

Female assistant: "The goal of Mingtiantian is to pass the primary copy." After she finished the explanation, she glanced at the terminal and pushed the person to the door of the training room.

The room was dark.

The floor material under the feet is unclear, with a creepy, cold and smooth, and it seems to be slightly caught in the foot.

The sorcerer wears a holographic device and projects the training contract again in the field of vision.

"Inferior stress... is borne by Party B (student)..."

It is followed by rules and regulations.

“If you need to vomit, go out and turn right to the bathroom. The offenders will charge a cleaning fee of 600 credits.”

“If you need instructor supervision (strongly recommended), the left-hand charging machine will swipe the card, 1000 credits/hour, 10 times for 10 times, and half price for the month.”

When the sorcerer stayed, his mind quickly flashed through the shadow of the big man, and quickly turned to the next page.

"Primary Scene Selection: The classic anti-aggression campaign in the movie "I Love Southern Cross" in a.3001. b.2912 "Aquila Zombie Tide" Love War Raiders Game

The sorcerer is slightly curious and taps on the second option.

The surrounding scene finally lights up.

The first look of the witches bowed their heads, only to feel the stomach rolling, the foot is not what the floor is, but a lot of sticky flesh and blood, biological tissue. The low-level zombies with mucus rummaged through the body, saw the sorcerer appear, and quickly licked his calf, like a blood-sucking otter.

He did not hesitate to smash a gun handle and immediately retreat to the bunker -

However, in the scene, there is no bunker at all.

The vultures are shrinking, which seems to be the center of the zombie tide. In the distance, there are countless tall buildings that are corroded by mucus. The defensive line 10 meters away broke open and the lower level zombies came out of it.

There is also a high-level zombie close to the human form - not so much a human form, it is more like a peeled monster, revealing tangled red meat pieces and exposed meridians.

This stuff still carries a gun.

The bullet smacked along the side of the sorcerer's ear - he grabbed the stomach with one hand, picked up the battle gun in one hand, and gasped at the opposite side. In the panic, the intentional deviation, the slimy high-level zombies have seized the opportunity, a bullet to collapse the witches to the ground.

The stench of blood clots and mucus tangled, and the face of the sorcerer was pale for a second.

The "叮" prompt sounded: "The highest record: 24 seconds."

The sorcerer struggled to stand up, but had not had time to stand still, and the next round began again.

The monster is reset to within 20 meters and there is still no bunker. There is only one purpose for stress training - to force him to go to the gun.

This time he was shorter than he had just supported. 16 seconds.

The sorcerer couldn't help it anymore, and he held his lower ribs and gasped.

Different from the dynamic target training room, the five impressions that are too simulated are the source of continuous stimulation. It seems that the witchcraft is not operating properly, and not only does not force his desire to fight, but it seriously affects his logical judgment ability.

The scene is refreshed again.

The sorcerer’s numbness raises the gun, but it is a backstab that is randomly refreshed behind the zombies—

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The sorcerer was buried in the blood mud in front of him.

God special "Aquila zombie tide"! Still love the Raiders game! How can there be such a war scene!

At this time, the peeled-and-skinned high-level zombies came back again, and it was necessary to have a veneer with the witches.

The zombies were kicked off by military boots.

The sorcerer rubbed his eyes with his arms, and lifting the gun was a random shot.

Come on: "..."

The sorcerer was not aware of it, his elbows slid down, revealing a vigilant half of his eyes.

Wei Shi said indifferently: "Do you want to save 1000 credits?"

The man leaned over and pulled the rabbit's wrap that was wrinkled into a ball. He pulled out his training card from the buckle and couldn't say that he brushed it on the toll booth on the left side of the training room.

"Drip," prompts the sound: "stress training, instructor monitoring monthly package. Activated."

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