Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

The night of Sui Guangxing was getting darker. Some people left lonely because their favorite players were eliminated in the first round, while others were on their way here by spaceship.

On the other side of the capital galaxy, the sun of Amber E has risen to the mid-heaven. A rail car from the sending and receiving port stopped smoothly, and a man got off the car. He was a little dusty, but his face was full No fatigue from long voyages and jumps can be seen.

The guard at the gate recognized him and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Luke."

Luke nodded at him, and after confirming his identity through the terminal, he stepped into the Star Academy, and soon came to the training hall located in the campus.

As an ordinary junior sentinel skills training instructor, Luke has worked in the training hall of the Interstellar Academy all year round. The number of sentinel students he has trained is not one thousand but eight hundred. He looks ordinary: the sentinel level is ordinary, the work is ordinary, He is also ordinary-looking, and after all the calculations, there is only one hobby that can barely be regarded as a fanatic—that is, he chases stars. He especially likes the actress Miss Graf. In order to listen to her tour concert, he went to I went to the Gemini galaxy, but unfortunately, Graf was kidnapped by the leader of the star bandits on the way to the Gemini galaxy, and the live broadcast of the kidnapping shocked the alliance even more.

Fortunately, the goddess escaped smoothly in the end. Although the tour of the Gemini galaxy fell through, Luke felt that the safety of the goddess was the most important thing.This time the goddess attended the opening ceremony of the Nebula Cup as a guest performer, and 50 tickets were released by randomly drawing lucky viewers. Luke thought he was not so lucky, but he was on the list of lucky viewers. Not wanting to miss it, I took two days off and rushed to Suiguangxing.He didn't have much interest in the Nebula Cup, so he only watched the opening ceremony, and came back immediately after watching it. This time, he spent a lot of time on the road, thanks to him being so energetic.

When the colleague who came to work on time saw him, he was shocked and said, "Why don't you take an extra day off? Isn't it tiring to go to work immediately after you come back?"

Luke said while putting on his training clothes: "I'm not tired, I still feel very energetic now."

As he said, he closed the cabinet door in front of him, turned sideways and punched his colleague unexpectedly. The colleague was a little slow to react, and he was struggling to accept the move.

"Don't fight, don't fight, your physical strength is too good." The colleague said, "Why do I feel that you have improved a little after two days off? The speed and strength are the same as cheating."

Luke thought he was flattering, and smiled without paying much attention. The other party's eyes fell on his face, and he snorted, "Your eyes are very red."

"Really?" Luke raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

The colleague said: "I just said, go to Suiguangxing and rush back and forth, how can it be really not tired."

Luke himself didn't feel uncomfortable. After declining his colleague's suggestion to rest, he turned on the terminal and looked at today's schedule. Seeing that there was still some time before the first training session, he sorted out the video he shot at the opening ceremony , sent it to a fellow fan who was the same star as last year.

The delivery status of the message jumped a few times, showing that the delivery failed.

Luke was stunned for a moment, and then sent it again. At this moment, the door of the dressing room was pushed open, and a colleague pointed his head at him and said, "Luke, the curator is looking for you."

"Understood." Luke had no choice but to close the terminal light curtain and follow the man out.

On the distant second quadrant of the second quadrant of the Belle Tower galaxy B, the supposedly quiet and peaceful neighborhood was in a mess. A broken terminal was lying on the road, trampled to pieces by people passing by, and the signal lights on the terminal were slow. Off, no more messages can be received.

Group after group of people were fully armed and placed obstacles in the middle of the road. They hid behind the bunker and watched the crazy monster not far away. One of the bearded guys frowned and said, "What is that?"

"The person who reported the case said...that was the security inspector of this block." The person next to him said.

"Ah?" The bearded man was confused, and carefully looked at the red and swollen humanoid monster, "No, this guy is a security inspector?"

What answered him was a growl from the monster. The other party seemed to have spotted them and turned around to charge this way. Seeing this, the bearded man immediately shouted: "Shoot, shoot! Tell him to stop!"

Particle cannons fired from several directions exploded, but everyone could see clearly that the monster at the center of the shooting traveled between the particle cannon tracks at a frightening speed, perfectly dodged all attacks, and was completely unscathed. hurt.

"How is it possible?" The bearded man's complexion changed drastically. As a sentry, his own speed is not slow, but he dares to assert that even an A-level sentry, or even a quasi-S-level sentry, may not have the speed of the other party.

The monster that swelled to the extreme opened its bloody mouth wide, and the roar was like a thunderbolt piercing into the brains of everyone.

The bearded man was shaken all over, and his mind was in a state of confusion for no reason.

In the year 534 of the Nova Era, the first recorded spiritual outburst occurred in the Belta galaxy in the second quadrant of the Alliance. At this time, no one on Planet Belta B realized that this was just the beginning.

This small accident, which has not yet been characterized, did not affect people's enthusiasm for watching the Nebula Cup.

At Suiguang Star's sending and receiving port, a low-key spaceship landed under the escort of two other spaceships. The president wearing the official uniform of the alliance led several important members of the parliament and military department to appear in everyone's sight.

President Dushanbe had gray temples and an old face. He shook hands with all the people who came to greet him, and he was in a good mood.

Several officers wearing white military uniforms of the Guards stepped forward quickly. The leader was tall and handsome, and he was Leon, the adjutant of the First Guards.

After he greeted all the bosses, he led everyone on the track car to the competition field, and arrived at the loud final scene not long after.

This is already the third time that President Dushanbe has visited the Nebula Cup during his tenure. He himself likes the Nebula Cup very much. He participated in the first competition when he was young and achieved good results. According to the past practice, He will come to the scene in person during the second day's competition, draw the competition items of the day, and stay to watch the competition until the final top three winners are determined.

Caesar sat on the player bench and watched from a distance, his eyes fell on a group of casual guards, and he sighed for a while: "You guys in the guards are still good-looking, no wonder you are said to be members of the Alliance Army face."

Thinking of their crooked gang of star hunters gave him a headache. Fortunately, their star hunters were not responsible for the security work of the Nebula Cup this time, otherwise the image would not be passable with so many cameras.

Oswald looked up at the VIP seats, and asked doubtfully, "Do you think it looks good?"

"It's beautiful, all of them have long legs, and their faces are first-class." Caesar said without hesitation, "Isn't the new version of the conscription booklet released this year? Just the people from your Guards Corps accounted for it." A small half of the page shows everyone's love for you."

Oswald was taken aback when he heard that: "Conscription brochure?"

Caesar glanced at him: "Have you not received it yet?"

Oswald shook his head: "No."

Caesar saw that the host was not in place yet, so he opened the terminal casually, and sent a conscription brochure to the Oswald terminal.

The latter opened it and obviously didn't expect that the first page was his own photo, so he was stunned.

Caesar had never looked at this album except for seeing it once the day he received it. This was the second time he had looked at this photo again, and his perception...was quite different from the last time.

He used to think that Oswald was very good at pretending, and that a cold face could scare people to death, but now his eyes lingered on the photos, and he had to admit that Oswald's face was still very good at punching.

Not only the face, but the half-undressed look with a cold expression reminded him of certain moments... Only he has the right to say what kind of body is actually hidden under the shirt.

Caesar couldn't help thinking wildly for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Oswald was looking at him sideways.

Caesar: "?"

Oswald was expressionless, obviously the same as usual, but Caesar had a feeling that he was very happy.

The man didn't speak, and turned the page silently. Caesar took a closer look, and saw a photo of him drinking while lying down.

I don't know if it's because of the filter change, but Caesar now feels that this topless photo is indeed a bit too straightforward.

He was a little embarrassed to read it, but Oswald didn't turn the page. He read it very carefully for a long time, and then continued to turn the page. As expected, nearly half of the photos in the back were from the Guards, and the overall quality was very good. .

After the two had finished flipping, the host Dylan happened to be on stage, so Caesar turned his attention to the stage.

As usual, Dylan stirred up the atmosphere first, and then began to introduce the advanced contestants. Following the introduction, the camera swept over their faces one by one, and the seats of the contestants, which had been reduced by half, became quite empty, and there was no movement of every contestant. hide away.

Caesar sat there calmly, listening to the bursts of cheers above his head. For some reason, a mental fluctuation in the undulating sound caught his attention, but the abnormality was fleeting, and Caesar was slightly taken aback. , I thought that some guy was too excited and couldn't control his spirit.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Dylan's high-pitched voice sounded, "We invite our beloved President of the Alliance—Mr. Aaron Dushanbe to draw today's competition for us!"

The president came to the stage with brisk steps. Because it was not a serious political occasion, President Dushanbe greeted everyone with a happy expression. After a concise speech, he started to draw competitions familiarly.

On the main light curtain, the project name flashed irregularly, and as the president pressed the confirm button, a name was frozen.

Dylan's eyes lit up: "It's a live-action survival competition!"

The rules of the game are then displayed——

The contestants on the scene will be put into a randomly generated scene. There are twelve keys hidden in the scene. The contestants need to compete for the keys. Only when all twelve keys are found, the countdown to the end of the game will start. When the countdown ends , the player holding the key advances.

The rules allow one person to hold more than one key, so in this game, there will be equal to or less than twelve players qualifying.

The president looked over to the bench, and he waved to everyone with a smile on his face.

"I'll be with all of you watching your games and wishing you all the best of luck."

As his words fell, the vast inner field began to reshape itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. Rivers, forests, and villages began to be randomly generated, and monotonous particles combined to form various realistic objects. The scene is presented in front of everyone.

When he opened his eyes again, Caesar was already in a corner of the scene, surrounded by shadows of trees. He felt as if something hard was being pulled in his hand, so he looked down.

——"Ding! Attention all players, the first key has appeared, and the owner is: Captain Caesar Dawson."

Caesar: "..."

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Caesar: Oh, luck has never been so good