The lounge suddenly became silent.

Wu Jin continued to touch the boss's waist and sang loudly: "I'm most afraid of the sudden silence of the air... Alas! Alas ah ah ah ah ah don't beat me up!"

Wei Shi had no expression on his face, and a fierce Mars burst out in his heart that wanted to slaughter the big white rabbit.

The little bastard in front of him was tentatively jumping around the edge of being pressed down at a price, and his courage became more than a few times. Half a year ago, when he was just taken home, he was trembling and trembling. He was a little scared and raised his rabbit's ears and looked for his elder brother everywhere. Now he is 90% cooked and he jumps around in the pot every day.

And it can't be encircled.

Just now, he was injured and he must have been full of energy in the last round of the game - a little rabbit chased the other players and bit the ball wildly.

A sudden sound came from the room. The wind was blowing, the clouds were flying, and the little witch was about to be hammered!

Wu Jin was thrown back to the wall and stuck it on the wall. The boss was coldly squinted: "Crazy?"

The next moment, Wu Jin was pressed hard in the corner of the wall, struggling to run, but his rough palms were brutal with brute force to press the disguised curly hair and the hot back of his head to the top flight athlete in front of him.

Wu Jin was forced to lift his neck, gasped in a narrow space, and his lips and teeth were entangled again.

A few minutes later.

In order to protest, Wu Jin lay face down on the sofa: "It's the game! I'm still playing now!"

Wei Shi turned the person over.

Wu Jin protested, turned himself back and continued to bury his face with his plate facing down.

Wei Shi peeled a few pistachios and threw them into the empty bowl on the coffee table next to him.

Wu Jin moved his ears and scolded: "How bad is it to be photographed by the camera!"

Wei Shi looked at the LOGO of the omnipresent air entertainment in the field.

"..." Wu Jin continued to beep: "The organizer, even the organizer cannot bully other contestants like this!"

Wei Shi stood up and walked out the door. Wu Jin immediately dug himself out of the sofa: "Hey, we're all in an alliance..."

Wei Shi rustled with paper and pen in his hand, and he put it at the door after finishing.

Room 302 is full, please do not disturb.

After RAP Class 2, Dancer and Vocal performed very quickly.

When Wei Shi came back, Wu Jin was hiccupping, and the peeled pistachios on the table were swept away.

The boss brought back a stack of band-aids and half a bottle of iodine, so Wu Jin grinned and re-disinfected.

In the seventh round of knockout round, there was a lot of humanistic care, no shortage of potions and food, but the tough battles in stages were extremely cruel. In just one game, 100 to 60, the Red K destroyed nearly three-quarters of the group.

Until half of the bottle of iodine was disinfected, the watch Didi reminded that the top 60 rankings will be announced soon.

On the eve of the announcement, Wu Jin tried every means to trick the boss into trying to trick him into re-ramping again, and finally got only one word.

"Oh."

"..." Wu Jin raised the table: You were on the stage and said, "Haha!" Why are you still in a quarrel now! However, Wu Jin finally couldn't beat the Closson forcing the king. In anger, he used iodine to slap a rabbit head on the back of the boss's hand.

Wei Shi slowly raised his eyelids: "Is this what you mean by post-game disinfection?"

Wu Jin quickly threw the rabbit head to the back of the boss's hand, changed the topic and vigorously set off his brilliant achievements on the stage.

Wu Jin is no different from most straight men in this regard.

After playing a game, I repeatedly recalled the highlight operation and slapped my thighs. I was so handsome just now. I was so handsome after half an hour. I was so handsome before half an hour. I was so handsome after an hour. I was so handsome after another hour-

After the narrative was finished, Wu Jin finally transferred himself back to the game mode.

"Painting skin, talent show, voting, and the last place is eliminated," Wu Jin looked out the window, where AI audiences were leaving in groups: "It determines the promotion mode of the game. For individual players, the most important thing is 'skin'."

"The contestants wore all kinds of skins, and the only purpose was to please the audience. There are two ways to win the competition. The first is to ensure that the votes stand out, and the second is to grab a more glamorous skin."

In the Closson and Stardust Cup Youth Training Performance League, there will be far more choices for the second type than the first type.

The 21st century-style training factory, contestants' dormitory, and the chattering audience outside the window formed a ridiculous and interesting unreality. It was like a dark corner in the "trial" that was once deliberately magnified. If the face, script and popularity could be snatched, then the young trainee with the purest character would do whatever it takes to be popular.

Wu Jin retracted his gaze: "The contestants were divided into three circles according to the initial rankings. However, the competition was fair from the beginning. The high circle was covered with the hot 'human skin', and the probability of being taken away by a point sniper was the highest. The initial ranking of the lower circle was low, but there were game props bound."

Wu Jin opened the watch and unfolded Wang Ping's "Photo with Nicholas", while Lega, who was ranked 39 in the initial ranking, was not equipped with any props. The initial identity Wei Shi drew was "Zhu Lan", a trainee in the middle circle, and he also had a naked outfit at the beginning.

Wei Shi nodded.

Wu Jin thought: "However, this fairness is limited to the beginning."

"After 100 to 60, the rankings and identity will be reshuffled after the melee."

"The rules of the game no longer need to make special compensation for the lower circle, that is, the middle circle and the upper circle also have the opportunity to access special props."

"I guess the second stage competition will be very interesting."

The two watches vibrate at the same time.

Before the 60th pick was released, the watch's survival figure was barely stopped at "67". It was exactly the same as Wu Jin's imagination. Under the mechanism of 6 groups of simultaneous passes, in order to advance, each player was trying to kill enough competitors to ensure his own votes.

The ranking starts with 100th place and flashbacks are released.

The last place is "Lin Qingshan" who was sacrificed by Hongtao K. Wu Jin followed the ranking and the first to report was the 33 trainees eliminated in the melee. Starting from "67", they are the truly surviving trainees.

96, silver armor.

93, Sierra.

87.

Wu Jin sighed slightly. The position of 87 should have been given to the eliminated Nicholas, but Red K always survived with Nicholas' identity. In the last round, Nicholas' popularity was zero due to his black history, so his ranking should be around 67.

Wu Jin lowered his head, quickly spread the estimated ranking range on the draft paper in the gap between the ranking publication, waiting for the data verification model-

The mechanical sound of the watch finally rang.

Countdown to 87, Nicholas.

Wu Jin was shocked.

Elimination, Nicholas... It's impossible, absolutely impossible! K only has one identity in his hand. Even if he pulls up the lifesaving pole in suicide, the elimination time should be during the performance of other contestants!

The tide of memory is surging.

Nicholas eliminated and replaced the skin, there is no problem. Before the RAP 2 class performance, the skin of all the dead should not be placed on the wall to deter it, there is no problem. If you steal Tucker's skin in the competition performance, there is no problem-

Finally, Hongtao K rushed up and beat someone up—

Wu Jin paused suddenly.

The right hand penetrated into the inside of the combat training suit like lightning.

The pockets where Tucker's face were originally stored were empty.

Red Tao K once again put on a brand new identity.

Wu Jin suddenly stood up, rushed out of the room and was about to run towards the RAP Class 2 room.

"What," Wei Shi raised his chin: "Who bullies you?"
Chapter completed!