OBS Chapter 151 Why Does This Picture Belong To Whom?
Chapter 151 Why Does This Picture Belong To Whom?
The scarred head referee put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "This is the topic of the second round."
Principal Bingcheng was confused: "The title of the competition?"
"That's right." Mr. Ji's voice came over leisurely.
I saw Mr. Ji and Marshal Sun walking slowly, followed by Assistant Zhang.
"Don't worry, your players will be fine." Assistant Zhang explained: "The pictures you see are actually just illusions. Of course, they are extremely real illusions, and all the senses and environments are , voice, and abilities will be restored one-to-one with reality.”
"Illusion?"
"Yes."
Pang Ju's expression changed slightly, as if he understood something: "I see...
"I deliberately did not notify the school or the players, and chose to make a surprise attack at night... It seems that this round is to screen out some players with poor vigilance and poor reflexes."
For a soldier, no matter what environment he is in, he must maintain absolute vigilance and the ability to respond in the face of crisis.
When danger comes, your reaction even 0.1 seconds faster may save your life!
Just 0.5 seconds faster and you might be able to save your arm!
When the principals, directors, and representatives of other schools heard this, they all suddenly understood.
So that’s it!
However, Mr. Ji smiled slightly: "Wrong.
"This round of competition will test more than just vigilance and reaction."
Pang Ju was slightly startled.
Liu He scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "Ah... Mr. Ji, what exactly is this round of tests? Stop being so pretentious and tell us quickly."
Ji Lao raised his head slightly, looked at the Heavenly Eye images, and spoke two words slowly and slowly: "Death."
...
"ah!!!!"
Meng Feifei opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.
Just...what the hell happened?
Meng Feifei took a few breaths, quickly calmed down, and looked at the room carefully.
Or his old dormitory room...
The clock on the wall swung its pendulum "click-click-click".
The time still stood at 3:00 in the morning.
"Is this a dream?" Meng Feifei felt cold sweat on her back, and even her clothes were wet.
No......
Obviously, that's impossible.
Dreams can't be that real.
He touched his chest, belly, and back.
Safe and sound, no wounds at all.
But that feeling of death just now, of suffocation, despair, collapse, helplessness... was so real, it could never be fake!
"What the hell is going on..." Meng Feifei scratched his hair hard.
At this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently.
The chandelier on the ceiling swayed violently.
All the cups and vases on the table and cabinet fell to the ground and broke due to the vibration of the ground.
Meng Feifei was surprised: "Earthquake?!"
This is too exaggerated...
This posture...is at least a magnitude 10 earthquake, right?
This time, Meng Feifei did not hesitate.
He jumped out directly and jumped out of the window.
After falling from the tenth floor, every time you fall to one floor, you step lightly on the balcony on the first floor to reduce the gravity of your fall.
As a level 5.9 transcendent, it is relatively easy to jump from the tenth floor.
Meng Feifei landed firmly, and the ground stopped shaking.
However, in front of his eyes, more than a dozen small interdimensional cracks suddenly appeared!
Strange and terrifying monsters crawled out of it, more than thirty of them, with hideous faces and violent roars.
And all of them are monsters!
Meng Feifei was dumbfounded.
What the hell... Oh my God, what kind of international joke are you playing on me? !
The monsters all focused on Meng Feifei, roaring and crawling towards him to surround him.
"Hell..."
Meng Feifei bit his tongue and blood oozed out.
He immediately downloaded his sniper rifle from the system space.
"Although I don't know what's going on..."
"But come on!"
...
"die......"
Cha Yizhou stood with his hands behind his back, thoughtfully, showing an interesting expression.
interesting......
Tang Zhuang, the representative of the Mohist Academy, was full of confusion and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Ji, you said the question in this round is death. What does that mean?"
Ji Lao slowly explained: "The contestants who can come to the National Freshman Competition are basically outstanding talents from all over the country, and it is already the second round. Being able to pass the first round smoothly shows that they have a certain degree of vigilance. Mind, vigilance, reaction, detection ability, concealment methods, as well as excellent combat effectiveness and self-protection ability.
"However, for these newcomers, the thing they lack most is that they have never experienced real death."
Hearing this, many people were already stunned.
In fact, before the game, many people were guessing what the title of this year's competition would be.
But I never thought it would be something like this...
"If a warrior wants to transform, he must experience despair and face death." Mr. Ji said calmly: "Otherwise, no matter how good his talent is and how powerful he is in awakening the extraordinary sequence, he will always be a new recruit."
The principals looked at each other.
The representative of the Legalist Academy asked: "Mr. Ji, how will the results be calculated in this round? How to judge whether the contestants passed or failed?"
This is obviously what everyone is most concerned about.
Ji Lao said: "This round of testing is actually about how much potential the contestants can inspire, their desire to survive, and their emotional expression in the face of death when they know they will die and are desperate.
“The system will automatically determine the potential shown by each player during the death process of each death scene and give a final score.
“Of course, there will be a large number of players who will score zero points in this round.
"If some players didn't even react to the men in black's night assassination attacks and died in bed directly, then there would be no need to rate them."
As soon as these words came out, many school principals sighed one after another.
Because they had already seen on the Sky Eye screen that the players from their own academy were killed unconsciously after the men in black sneaked into the room...
It seems that their players will definitely be eliminated in this round...
Ji Lao turned his head with a smile and looked at Dashuai Sun next to him: "Daishuai Sun, what do you think of this year's competition topic?"
"It's very to my liking." Marshal Sun looked at the screen and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that my visit was indeed not in vain."
At this time, several people in charge suddenly became strange: "Huh? But why, whose picture always belongs to it?"
"Yes, this screen has been black since the beginning. I thought it was a transition to a death scene, but the screen has remained black for several minutes."
"Is this screen stuck?"
"..."
After hearing this, Mr. Ji and Marshal Sun were also attracted by the sound of discussion and looked over.
Sure enough, one screen was black.
Nothing can be seen.
"Referee." Ji Lao frowned: "Whose picture is that? What's going on?"
A young referee quickly operated and replied: "The report is a picture of Lin Nai from Night Watch Academy!"
"Lin Nai??" Ji Lao raised his eyebrows and asked strangely: "Why is his picture black?"