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"Stop!" the professor shouted, stood up and said, "Okay, okay! You go back and prepare well! Be more coherent!"
He turned around and pointed at a few boys and said: "Look at you, ah, look at you. You will scream."
He suddenly had an idea and said: "It might be too monotonous to fight alone. After all, our stage is very big. Otherwise, classmates, please teach them and let's all come together!"
Everyone: ""
Zhao Zhuorun said: "I think it's good to be a solo performer."
Another boy echoed: "I think so too."
Zhao Zhuorun took the lead in applauding.
Everyone followed and applauded.
professor:"¡¡"
The professor looked at them with disdain and waved: "Okay, okay, go back and prepare, I will register for you. I will ask the School of Materials to provide you with weapons. Tell them what you want. You can make up the background yourself. , don¡¯t let other people¡¯s efforts go to waste.¡±
The sentient beings said yes again and again, then nodded diligently and retreated.
Lian Sheng took out his optical computer and looked at it, and found that Baimi Feidao had just sent a few messages.
He said: "Your brother Bulb has gone home on leave, and I decided to have a holiday together in the studio. I will contact you after New Year's Day."
Later, I even sent her a red envelope.
¡°Have fun!¡±
??Lian Sheng glanced at the date above. It was only mid-December, so they put it directly into mid-January.
She once again intuitively felt that it was really easy to make money as a technician.
The boy who was screaming before is now laughing with his hands on his hips: "We at the Military Academy are going to make a name for ourselves!"
He reached out to shake Lian Sheng's hand, but was slapped down by the boy next to him: "What are you doing? Just worship her. She has ten credits!"
Another person corrected: "It's more than ten credits. There are more than 300 students in the third year of my military academy, so it's more than 3,000 credits!"
Several people looked at her, as if there was a holy light shining down from above their heads, and they exclaimed in unison: "More than three thousand credits"
Winning streak: ""
The students lining up next to them looked at them as if they were mentally retarded.
Zhao Zhuorun said: "Let's go first, find a place to sit down and discuss it carefully."
They left the teaching building, found an unused pavilion outside, and then sat down to plan carefully.
Zhao Zhuorun said: "But the professor is right about one thing. If there is only one person, the stage will be too big. It must be supplemented by enough background."
"I'm very self-aware. It's impossible for us to train like this temporarily. The more people there are, the easier it will be to mess up, and it will look like rat shit." A boy said, "I think we can use modeling to make up for it. The command system is Category B, Help is welcome.¡±
The boy said to Lian Sheng: "When the time comes, we will light from below to make the silhouette a little clearer. Then we can only intercept your silhouette, model it simultaneously, control the position, and create the momentum of thousands of troops for you. Come!"
Everyone clapped their hands and agreed: "This can be done."
The winning streak nodded. It sounds very powerful,
The boy turned around and asked: "There are also backgrounds and weapons, winning streak, do you have any ideas?"
Lian Sheng said: "This is really optional. I can cooperate with you."
The boy's face was so handsome that he was moved and said: "Then I will do what I imagined. I will write a script for you to see when the time comes. We will rehearse it twice and there should be no problem."
Lian Sheng half understood and continued to nod passively.
Everyone was lying on the table, already beginning to imagine the beautiful scene afterward.
"I'm telling you, it's unique. Ancient martial arts are almost lost these days, and there are not many people who study them seriously. Our military academy will definitely become a legend."
"It will be difficult to open the next session."
"Who cares about them. We are seniors. In life, we always have to grow up through experience. Seniors, we want to become one of the experiences in their lives."
Zhao Zhuorun sat next to him, pushed the winning streak and said, "Your score is too low."
"" Lian Sheng said heartbrokenly, "Why do you do this to me?"
Zhao Zhuorun: "No, I mean, if you graduate normally with such a low score, it may not be easy. But if you show your face more, you may be specially selected. Every year, the military department selects people very willfully. One depends on next year's school. International League, a New Year's Day party of our school. Gu Wu is a very good gimmick.The coldness seemed to pass through the scene and come towards you.
Lian Sheng opened his eyes, took a lunge, and slashed forward.
The knife carries the wrist, the shoulder, and the body, twisting together. The cold light seemed to flow away from the blade. Compared with the flexibility of the sword, the sword technique is obviously more powerful. Brave and powerful, strong and powerful.
The blade passed across the trunk of the tree, and with a strong stroke forward, all the snow on the treetops collapsed and fell downwards with a roar.
Then, the silver moon rose and the lights at the front desk dimmed. Several black shadows reappeared, wielding a force as powerful as a tiger in the moonlight.
The night wind in the background suddenly stopped, and the wind of the sword appeared in their ears.
Everyone took a sharp breath and straightened their chests as they listened to the sharp sound of breaking wind. I felt a wave of heat rushing to the top of my head.
The broadsword whirled in the palm of his hand, then suddenly stopped in front of his chest. Heavy snow fell all over the bow knife, and she wiped it gently along the blade with two fingers. The outstretched arms pointed into the depths of the night.
The figure turned his wrist and put the long knife into the shelf behind him.
The rumble of drums came from the background, and the long smoke of the beacon appeared in the corner of the stage.
The sun rises and the ice and snow melt. A bloody battlefield was revealed.
The long spear was stuck on the ground, and the red ears were fluttering in the wind.
When the winning streak is over, hold it in one hand and pull it out.
Draw the gun, quickly. Put your gun away, hurry up. Whether it is sweeping or thrusting, it is particularly powerful. Moreover, his steps are nimble and his body is light and graceful.
The figure stabbed forward with the spear, and suddenly the sound of the drums became louder and louder, like rain hitting duckweed, and beads falling on a jade plate.
The tip of the long spear struck forward like a pen walking like a dragon. It's unstoppable, hard to distinguish between reality and reality, and extremely subtle. It can be said that "the spear is like a dragon piercing a little, and the dancing flowers are infinitely wonderful." It is powerful without losing elegance.
Behind her, countless shadowy and uniform shadows appeared, running and killing on the battlefield with red tassel spears.
The gun tip passed over the sand, and the yellow sand rose up, raising an outline like the shadow of a knife.
The spear pierced the sand again, and the figure knelt on the ground on one knee.
Finally, the horn sounded, and the gun was placed on the weapons rack at the back.
There was silence in the audience. It¡¯s just that people are constantly moving forward, wanting to see more clearly.
The recording equipment was motionless, and the person in charge stared at the screen closely, for fear of missing anything.
Even though they were far away, they could hear the screams on the playground that were about to shatter the sky. Clench your fingers, they are actually applauding.
The background behind is a reed pond. About two meters high, the figure standing in it is almost submerged.
??Lian Sheng held a soft whip in one hand and panted lightly.
Then the whip came, as if it was going straight to the nose of the person in front. The reeds in front were bent, and white flowers rose into the air, fluttering about to fall.
The sound of the soft whip is louder than the sword. Every move seems light and soft, but by listening to the crisp echo when it hits the floor, you can know the force of the fall.
The whip was about one meter long, but it was like her hands and feet. When it was swung, it made a straight curve, making a circle in the air, and then returned to her hand.
The whips and whips are interlocked, airtight.
Continuous black shadows passed by, and the surrounding reeds were all pressed to the ground, clearly revealing her figure.
If the sword gives people the feeling of thunder and clouds moving. So soft whip is the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Soft yet steely, it's like a flying silver snake, dazzling people.
The soft whip passed over the head, circled in the hand, then let go, and hung it accurately on the shelf.
The white catkins also gradually disappeared, leaving only a thin figure on the stage.
The winning streak comes to an end and the team stands firm. He raised his head, clasped his fists again, saluted everyone, and slowly stepped away from the side.
The lights come on and shine from overhead.
Everyone could not come back to their senses for a long time, their own breathing was all they could hear.
The afterimages from before are constantly replayed in my mind. The heartbeat that had just accelerated was still beating.
One person took the lead, and then applause resounded throughout the theater. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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