intoxicating

——the waning moon——

The teacher just checked the work in a circle, and a reminder sounded, announcing that the assembly was complete, and at the same time, a robot went up to check.

Not long after, a series of data refreshes showed that the completion of these weapons was above the passing line, and some of them had reached an excellent level.

Considering the time spent by the opponent, the completion of these weapons can be improved, but this student chose the fastest method.

Several people completed it one after another, and all of them passed the test, and one of them caused a commotion. Every weapon was excellent, even reaching 100%.

Wan Xiaoyi also doesn't want to attract attention, but the habits he has developed over the years are not easy to change. It is too sad for him to give up quality while pursuing quantity.

Gong Lingxi finished quite well, and with Wan Xiaoyi Zhuyu in front of him, even if he finished 100%, there would not be too many people paying attention. After all, the time was different, and Gong Lingxi was almost stuck in time to complete it. .

After the first round of the competition, not many people were eliminated. One-third of the competition was far less intense than the competition next door. Some people were eliminated and some were injured in every competition.

In just an hour's work, Gong Lingxi has seen more than a dozen people being carried out, and even more people were carried out.

Seeing the liveliness next door, many people here are also interested. As an audience, Huang Jiang has long been attracted. After watching the game next door, he is still describing it to Zhang Zihong.

"Sure enough, you are right, Geng Huang has been eliminated."

"Eliminated in the first round?"

Although Zhang Zihong had already expected it, Zhang Zihong was still surprised. According to Zhang Zihong's estimation, with Geng Huang's strength, he should be able to last until the last few games.

"Yeah, there is no power to fight back. When I passed, the game was about to end, and the opponent didn't even have a single injury, but Geng Huang..."

Huang Jiang stopped talking suddenly, because Zhang Zihong's eyes suddenly shifted, he also turned his head, watching a person walking by with injuries all over his body in the distance.

Different from the usual casualness, Geng Huang is quite embarrassed now, he got kicked on the leg and limps when he walks.

"Damn it, next time..."

But even the confident Geng Huang couldn't say what to say next, the gap was too big, and the other party didn't use his spiritual representation.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a person who was chatting with someone. When he saw him, he smiled, and then the smile turned into astonishment.

After not seeing him for just a few days, Geng Huang was beaten like a pig's head with his head full of bags.

Gong Lingxi stepped forward and asked without sympathy, "Do you need a bandage?"

"No, I need..." A few words were squeezed out from between the teeth, and Geng Huang's complexion was dark. If he hadn't been injured like this, Geng Huang would have been unable to restrain his impulse and rushed to fight with the opponent.

"There are not many people who can beat you like this, who is the opponent?" Gong Lingxi still cared a bit after all, and she was still nosy after all.

"Who knows, a madman."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Seeing Geng Huang's tendency to explode, Gong Lingxi changed the subject again, "It's your opponent anyway, if you don't remember the name, how can you fight back?"

"I remember his face."

Then Geng Huang dragged his injured body away again, his eyes were sharp but full of unwillingness.

Just as Geng Huang left, another acquaintance appeared.

A bold guess appeared in Gong Lingxi's mind, "That lunatic is you?"

"Am I like a lunatic?" The other party was not annoyed, but asked back with a smile.

In a word, it is both a denial and a signification at the same time.

Gong Lingxi's heart moved, "Is it Jiang Qianming?"

There is nothing to hide about this, as long as you inquire a little, Gong Lingxi will know.

Zuo Xiyou didn't deny it, which seemed to confirm Gong Lingxi's guess.

"I regret it now..." Gong Lingxi said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

The second round of competition began, and the teacher began to announce the new rules.

The first round of the competition is only to test the basic skills of the students, while the second round is more competitive. The number of eliminations is determined by the ranking, and the ranking is determined by the completion time. The weapons tested are also more complicated.

Originally there were only a few hundred parts, but now everyone's workbench is full of parts, and that is just a part of a weapon, the shoulder armor gun mounted on the mecha.

Gong Lingxi used to learn more about individual weapons. Like this large weapon that needs to be controlled by a mecha, he only watched it once during the teacher's demonstration. Later, in order to prepare for the exam, he memorized the main structure.

At this time, the age gap was revealed. Those senior students had already had many internship opportunities, and quickly sorted the parts and started to build the main structure.

And the lower grade students like Gong Lingxi showed embarrassment.

Zhang Zihong was not listed here. Because of his birth, he had long been trained in this area. It was not a problem to assemble a shoulder armor cannon. During the assembly, he still had the mind to look at Gong Lingxi who was diagonally ahead.

Seeing that Gong Lingxi didn't make a move for a long time, Zhang Zihong sneered in his heart. He was indeed a person with no background, and he showed timidity at such a time.

At the same time, another competition started. The venue was the school concert hall. The judges were all the big names in the music department. Although Yan Qingyao was talented, he was also very popular with the students. At this moment, he could only sit in the second row as an audience.

Backstage, the contestants were waiting there, everyone received their numbers, and waited for the judges to announce the start.

Dongmen Yao was in the same position, waiting for him to play, there was still a long time, so he was not in a hurry, but leaned on the chair and sent out the photos he just took.

After a while, countless fans began to comment.

[I really hate that I'm not here, woo woo woo...]

Someone then posted a photo of the auditorium in the concert hall, followed by another provocative provocation.

【I'm on the scene, be jealous of me. 】

In less than three seconds after saying this, he was immediately besieged by a group of people and threatened by the blade, demanding to record the performance process.

The fans waited eagerly for his reply, and only after the comment was refreshed did someone make a guess.

[Piano competitions are not allowed to turn on Brain. 】

There was another bunch of wailing expressions underneath.

But no matter how desperately these fans wanted to plant a spy in, all were asked to turn off any devices that might interfere.

Yan Qingyao took one last look at the brain on his wrist and chose to turn it off.

At this time, a teacher beside him came over. Like Yan Qingyao, he was a piano major and also belonged to the same office. "I heard that the student who often came to you also signed up?"

This student naturally refers to Gong Lingxi.

Yan Qingyou smiled and didn't answer.

The teacher said again, "But I didn't see him backstage just now, so he ran away?"

"Mr. Liu has time to focus on my students, so why don't you care more about your own students..." As he spoke, he gestured to the stage, "It's a lot of pressure to be the first to appear."

The students on the stage were talking about the repertoire they played, their voices were stuttering, and they didn't dare to look at the judges.

Seeing this, Teacher Liu was immediately dissatisfied. Have you ever heard of losing without losing?

The first note was played with the fingertips, and the student finally regained some soul, but it was far from the usual level.

In the weapon assembly trial, Gong Lingxi finally started to do it. The thinking just now reminded him of the structure of this weapon, and he also formed a clear idea. When he started, he did not hesitate.

Seeing that Gong Lingxi had already set up the frame, Zhang Zihong was not worried. No matter how fast Gong Lingxi was at this moment, the start was already late. to daze.

However, Gong Lingxi didn't distinguish the parts, and Zhang Zihong was even more disdainful, wanting to rely on sporadic memories to force assembly?This is too much to think highly of myself.

Zhang Zihong has learned these things since he was a child, and someone provided the model he learned. He has also disassembled and assembled this type of shoulder armor several times, but he still dare not bypass the classification steps and assemble it directly.

And according to his investigation, Gong Lingxi didn't have the conditions to get in touch with these things at all, but she just endorsed her a little better than him, so she dared to do such a reckless thing, this is no longer the level of arrogance, but too naive.

"No. 36, you are qualified."

After more than ten steps, a student completed the assembly and met the requirements.

Such a voice is good news for the student just now, but it is a tribulation for everyone in the field. Every time it is heard, it means that their chances are reduced by one point, and there are only fifty places. The more places left for them at this time. come less and less.

Some people knew that they had no chance, so they were not in a hurry, and started to assemble it slowly, taking this as a learning opportunity. On the contrary, those who had the chance had sweaty palms.

37, 38, 39...

The number of places decreased one by one, and the atmosphere of the scene became more and more anxious.

Soon, numbers starting with three became four.

On the stage, the students performing changed one after another. Looking from the auditorium, you can see the judges shaking their heads dissatisfied. This is the first time today.

"This year's level is not as good as the previous one."

The judges and teachers exchanged opinions in a low voice.

"Yeah, there are still students from the weapons department signing up. What do you think of us here?"

"The back garden of the weapons department?"

The teacher who made a joke was immediately despised. He really can't make jokes and pokes them where they hurt.

"It's too early to say, there are good talents in this year's freshmen."

"You mean Dongmen Yao?"

"Exactly."

"This student is really good..." Someone immediately praised him.

After a moment of discussion, a new contestant came on stage, saluted the judges, and started to play. His performance was better than the previous one, but it was just a small stone thrown into the lake, which caused ripples for a moment, and then returned to calm.

The contestant stepped down, and the judges unconsciously focused their attention. With the arrival of the new contestant, the expectations also increased unconsciously.

Dongmen Yao wore a white dress today, which made him look like a prince and grandson in a film and television drama. His every move showed an extraordinary demeanor. Just from his performance on the stage, he had already stunned all the players in front of him.

And the repertoire he chose is equally special, "The Crumbling Moon", a piece that is neither new nor old, it was composed hundreds of years ago by a rare genius in the history of piano, its characteristic lies in the complex and changeable Chords and dazzling tricks.

But "The Wailing Moon" was not born to show off skills, it is a subjugated song, without the common mourning and sobbing of subjugated songs, but very passionate, many people often ignore its meaning and regard it as a tool to show off skills.

So when they saw this piece of music, the judges didn't look very good. They seriously suspected that this student had also learned from those exaggerated styles outside.

They didn't know that Dongmen Yao didn't intend to play "The Crescent Moon" at first, but chose a softer and more pleasing work.