Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 160 "Countdown: Three"

The snow was still falling, and the cold wind blew, bringing a little chill.

But the venue of the competition was extremely lively.

On several screens in the sky, there were 24 contestants wearing earphones.

On the screen at the far end, a black-haired young man slowly opened his eyes and pursed his thin lips.She has clean and refreshing short hair, a face that is lightly drawn and outlined like a classical fine brush, and her eyes are deep and calm, looking through the light screen, she looks like a heaven and a man in a painting.

The man next to him suddenly stood up with a 'bass', his usually dark and strange eyes were flushed red with unconcealable panic.

"Ah!!" Seeing the young man sitting beside him, he screamed, staggered and pushed the chair away and rushed out in embarrassment.

An Luo didn't move, the broken hair on his forehead seemed to cover all his emotions, making it impossible to see through.

He lowered his eyes slightly.

No one heard it, and someone sighed softly.With endless fatigue and seeming confusion, in the end, it disappeared.

When he looked straight ahead again, there was only calm indifference in his eyes.

He got up and strode out of the simulation room.

Behind him, the earphones that were taken off made a few subtle sounds of electricity.There seems to be a little temperature lingering on the earphones.

Eventually, it becomes icy over time.

At this point, the game is officially over.

The audience area of ​​the venue was already in chaos.

"what happened………"

"Du Chuan lost... Du Chuan lost... how could it be..."

"Unbelievable..."

"The game is obviously a two-person system, who is the third person?! That person is obviously about to lose, how did it become like this..."

"Okay... so amazing... what's his name!? An... An Luo!!""

The people in the audience area all stood up in shock, staring blankly at the screen that had long been deserted, and listening to the cheers and exclamations all around them, it was hard to get back to their senses for a while.

Someone was stunned, the miraculous and beautiful picture appeared in his mind over and over again, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"An...An Luo..."

He won, in a miraculous way no one expected, while everyone was laughing at the sarcasm.

At this moment, the person who had been taunting before was already stunned, as if something had hit his face hard, it was hot and painful, but his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, excited and confused.

People reacted, licked their dry lips, and looked at the people beside them: "This person... how did he do it..."

No one answered, and the brain that was blank due to excitement was unable to think about anything, and could only let every cell in the body scream and tremble uncontrollably.But his eyes were still fixed on the blank screen in the air, his hands were clenched tightly, his fingertips turned white.

After a long time, amidst the louder and louder discussions around, someone shook his head blankly: "I don't know..."

they do not know.

That was obviously a match that was sure to lose, and in their view, it was already hopeless.

But that person won...

Won in an incredible way...

In the American rest area, Engels' expression remained unchanged, and he sat quietly.

But if you look closely, you will find that those gentle eyes are as deep as the sea at this moment, and it seems that they are about to set off ten thousand zhang waves.

He suddenly looked at the rest area in the South China Sea in the distance, but he didn't see the figure of that person, so he couldn't help closing his eyes full of fanaticism.

I really want to...

I really want to compete with him...

And on the host stage at the top of the venue, six or seven serious hosts also applauded excitedly, expressing their admiration without concealing it.

Looking up, I saw the slender young man walking steadily towards the rest area of ​​the South China Sea team, and was surrounded by his teammates amidst the cheers resounding through the sky.

It can be seen that the man is still as flat as when the game first started, without any emotion.But when he lowered his eyes slightly, it seemed that there was something more than before.

A calmed down and asked the doubts in his heart: "How did he do it?"

A 50-[-]-year-old man squinted his eyes, still staring at the young man in the distance, before replying after a while: "His wonderful use of wheat and simulation...is amazing."

"Microphone and analogue?"

"Well, the holographic simulation is originally combined with the accent system." He pondered for a while, and said: "The simulation is that the simulator uses his own imagination to substitute a specific scene, and at the same time meets the corresponding requirements in combination with his own conditions. And the accent, then It is a skill of one person with multiple roles, in addition to the main role, you can also create a second and third person."

"That's it..."

The man smiled, and said in a deep voice: "It's not easy, and it's still being suppressed. Needless to say, the simulation, the stress itself is also very difficult. This is a game without a script, everything It all depends on the player's control. And the simulation itself requires concentration to maximize one's own imagination. If you use the accent system at the same time, it will be very difficult, and besides..." He paused, and the mysterious question appeared in his mind. The man in the dark blue clothes couldn't help feeling a little cold in his heart, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, it was nothing more than a simulated illusion.

He sighed: "Have you noticed the scene he simulated, and... that man."

A nodded, looking serious: "The scene he created is very complete, no, it should be said that it is like a real space, a real world."

All this can only be described as wonderful.

Although the simulation is realistic, it is always just a virtual scene controlled by the human brain. No matter how rich it is, it can never be close to reality and become a real world.

But the scene created by the Chinese youth seems to be full of vitality, every flower and grass has its own life.

The fairyland with beautiful plum colors and flying snow seemed to appear in front of my eyes.

But no matter how hard they try, they can't step into it.

No one can know how much mental power it takes to create it all.

As for the mysterious man...

a tightens her eyebrows, and what the accent creates is just sound.However, because of the combination of the simulation system, even if it is extremely rare to create a second person, it is not incomprehensible.

But after all, that is just a virtual imaginary person.

Just like a beautiful painting, no matter how skilled and serious the author is, the painting can only be a painting.It will never be like Ma Liang's painting, where what you paint becomes what you paint.Similarly, no matter how realistic a false simulation is, it still cannot change its essence.

However, that man was involuntarily startling from the moment he appeared.

Deep, mysterious, cold...

Like a hell lord who came to the world, it is frightening.

The same words were repeated in a corner of the audience area. The old man murmured, and his eyes flickered as he stared at the young man in the distance.

Xiaojie clenched his fist and bit his lower lip: "Grandpa, what about Du Chuan, after he broke Anluo's simulation, Anluo became strange."

The mysterious pavilion, the icy lake, and the decadent figure looked weird and strange throughout the game.

The old man shook his head lightly: "I don't know what method he used...but the simulation itself is something controlled by the brain, and some thoughts in the bottom of my heart will be involuntarily substituted into the simulation. If you meet an expert in this area, you may be detected and suppressed by the other party." .”

After speaking, his face darkened.An inexplicable sense of unease lingered in his heart, as if reminding him of something.

Looking from a distance, the black-haired young man in the crowd shook his hair slightly, his brows were furrowed, as if he was extremely tired, and his eyes were tired.

The spectator area is separated from the team rest area and surrounded by a fence, so even if people get emotional, there is no major problem.

Li She grabbed An Luo's shoulders and laughed happily: "Well done, who dares to look down on us now." Seeing An Luo's tired face, he couldn't help worrying: "Are you okay? Yesterday Why don't you rest at night? Why is your face so bad. "

An Luo shook her head, said lightly: "It's nothing, just a little sleepy."

Even though he said that, seeing his pale face, Li She was still very worried.He moved his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the exaggerated cheers of the host who suddenly appeared in the air.

Looking up, I saw the host opened his arms excitedly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

"An Luo's game is wonderful, unexpected! The simulation is the main part, and the accent is supplemented, creating such a wonderful round for the competition! And the superb skills of the An Luo team's accent and Maiyin are also amazing. ah!"

The host excitedly interacted with the audience in the air, and also wonderfully explained to them the surprise of the whole simulation of Anluo.Amidst the audience's suddenly enlightened and completely more excited voices, the Beihai team's complexion became worse and worse, and Du Chuan even shrunk his neck, his face was pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, the competition of the performance group was over, and the contestants returned one by one.

Undoubtedly, in this game, the American AOC team and the Chinese Nanhai ia team stood out.

With everyone watching, the score was announced on the light screen in the sky.

No.1: Total score of China Nanhai ia team—1958

No.2: The total score of the American AOC team - 1956

No.3: China Beihai ia team total score: 1802

No. 4...

With an advantage of two points, the Nanhai team narrowly won the first place.

Immediately, the cheers in China resounded through the sky, and the applause burst out like thunder.

From this moment on, China's South China Sea and Beihai teams will compete for the last remaining victory.

The preliminaries are about to end.

However, all of this had nothing to do with An Luo, the sleepiness all over his body made him unable to segregate any energy, he could only feel the tiredness surging like a tide.

He closed his phoenix eyes slightly, as if he was isolated from the world.On the face, it seemed that there was still that reassuring temperature, illusory but real.

Looking up at the top of the venue, fine snow floated down gently.At first glance, it is so beautiful.

This snow, which has been falling for many days, seems to be about to stop.

Turning his gaze, he happened to meet a pair of sharp eyes in the American rest area in the distance.

An Luo frowned slightly, it was Engels.

Even though they were far away, he could still clearly see the sharpness and seriousness in the man's eyes.

He knew that he was inviting a fight.

In the air, the host was almost teasing, so he waved his hand——

"Now announce the list of final qualifiers for the competition..."

"American AOC team Engels vs China Nanhai ia team Anluo, China Beihai ia team Du Chuan vs Japan..."

engels vs Anluo...

An Luo's expression was calm, but the man in the distance was still watching him closely.After hearing the list, the eyes of the two intertwined again, one serious and the other calm.

The curtain of the competition finals is about to be opened by the two of them.

In the rest area of ​​the Beihai team, Du Chuan hunched over weakly, looking down at his thigh.

After a long time, he blinked suddenly, and his dry lips opened and closed slightly.

"He is... Qingluo..."