intoxicating

——opponent play——

Autumn is fading, and last night, there were snowflakes in the sky.

The campus is crowded with people, the lights are dazzling, and it is a lively scene.

After tens of thousands of years of changes, the names and customs of the festival have changed greatly. According to ancient etiquette, the winter solstice will be a few days later, and everyone gathers to eat dumplings and drink medicinal soup to dispel cold.

But now, Gong Lingxi was wearing familiar yet unfamiliar clothes, standing backstage and peeking at the audience outside.

Today is a holiday, and there are many people who are curious to see it.

"Are you nervous?" Shang Liu tugged on his belt, and rolled up his sleeves several times, very dissatisfied with the design of the sleeves.

Gong Lingxi took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I'm afraid I will laugh later."

"You are not very calm when you play the piano."

"At that time, all the attention was on the performance, and there was no time to think about the audience."

If the level is there, as long as you concentrate, it won't be too bad, and Gong Lingxi has spent most of his life on the piano. Compared with people, he is more likely to notice the piano.

But choosing between people and performances, it is difficult for him not to pay attention to the voices of the audience.

"Look at me, for the next three hours, you can only think about things related to me." It was a very gentle voice, but a bit domineering.

If it was a girl, she would probably be very excited, just look at the gasping girls next to her.

Words like that didn't get his heart racing, but his focus did come back as a result.

"Goosebumps are rising..." Ye Rong couldn't help but shrink back.

"You want someone to say that to you too?" Huajian asked.

"Didn't you see that I was talking ironically?" Ye Rong rolled his eyes.

"Maybe you can stay a little girly."

Ye Rong poses in a cute pose, with big innocent eyes and a loli figure, "Am I not girly enough?"

"Actually, I don't feel it. You ask someone else..." Huajian looked away, looking up at the sky.

"Chatting with you is really boring..." Ye Rong didn't bother to act any more, he didn't get into it, and his thinking was different from that of normal people. Normal people's routines didn't work for him at all.

Gong Lingxi and Geng Huang are not like normal people either. In this society, only Shang Liu is like a normal person. This is the conclusion that Ye Rong came to after a long period of observation.

As the only normal person, how long can Shang Liu stay among this group of people?Ye Fu was a little curious.

This kind of feeling is not like. If you want to compare it, it's like a hardworking person mixed into a group full of weird talents and eccentric personalities. This hardworking person is not bad at all, talented, capable, and put into society Among them, at least he is also the leader of a small group, but he is extremely inconsistent in this place.

First of all, there is a difference in the way of thinking. Gong Lingxi and Monk Liu have known each other for the longest time, but in terms of understanding, I am afraid that they do not understand it as deeply as the person next to them. Even Ye Rong can tell that Gong Lingxi and Monk Liu are not the same kind of people. Huajian is a kind of person.

Then there is the difference of majors. A philosopher once said that anyone who has learned something will become a character.

Then it becomes a difference of position.

After a long time, Shang Liu might feel uncomfortable all over.

It is not the lake's fault, nor the marine fish's fault, that the marine fish enter the freshwater lake, but it is misplaced.

"Think too much, and be careful to become bald..." Yoyo's voice drifted over.

Ye Rong jumped, "You're the bald one, you're all, hmph."

The red curtain slowly opened, and the ancient furniture appeared in front of the audience.

The prince (played by Huajian) stepped onto the stage and began to tell himself. The country is in trouble, the enemy is staring at it, and wolves are around.

The confidant saw the opportunity and offered a plan.

The musician (played by the pupil next door) enters the palace under the leadership of the waiter.

An assassination plan was quietly formed, plotted for many years, and the learned and grown musicians entered the imperial court.

The first act ends.

The behind-the-scenes personnel came to the stage to change the props, and the two protagonists were ready to appear.

On a distant asteroid, a race that lasted several days is drawing to a close.

In the individual arena, the last match is underway.

On the high tower tens of meters away from the arena, a pair of fierce eyes were staring down.

From the start of the game to the present, it has never been late, dropped on time, and left on time.

"I always feel like it's cursing me..." said a student who had been defeated.

"Don't look."

Several people tried their best to look away, but there were always people with good intentions who couldn't help peeking.

Of course, it’s not entirely their fault that they didn’t concentrate. The competition on the stage was really boring. It was clearly the last battle, but they didn’t have the momentum of a decisive battle. .

"His game was not like this a few days ago, he was too cautious."

"Facing such an opponent, whoever it is will be uncomfortable."

Poison is a very special existence. If you have not experienced anti-drug training, facing such an opponent is a dead end.And now, there is such a player in Zombie Kingdom.

"But his weapon is a sword, and it's impossible to keep stalemate like this."

"It's moving, are you planning to ignore the poisonous fog?"

There were endless voices of surprise. This is not the best way, but the worst way. If you fail to succeed with one blow, you will put yourself in danger instead.

The poisonous mist spread rapidly, and the sword body entered the attack range, and the purple mist wound up, looking for the hand holding the sword.

The originally white fingers were filled with bruising poisonous gas, but within a short time of breathing, it has already circled the arm.

late……

Had he been a second quicker, his sword would have stabbed his opponent.But now, the opponent has enough time to completely avoid the main attack.

Xiao Wuxing also knew this, and easily turned to the side.

Just this step, a short blade just flew towards him, and the sharp blade collided with the energy shield, making a piercing sound.

When the metal fell to the ground, Xiao Wuxing took a step back and looked at the chest that was almost shot. Without the energy shield, he really couldn't imagine what would have happened just now.

Before he had time to rejoice, the air around him suddenly turned and compressed.

The momentum was overwhelming, and the surrounding air seemed extremely heavy, as if a huge boulder was pressing on him, or like a huge wave slapped him down, making him unable to move.

The energy shield began to crack, starting from one point, inch by inch, piece by piece.

"I surrender."

In fact, he may not lose, the poison has already taken effect, he just needs to gamble, Zuo Xiyou has not used up the power of this sword, but he can't afford to gamble, and he doesn't dare to gamble.

The medical team quickly stepped forward and lifted the poisoned and unconscious person.

Other competitions also ended one after another. In the afternoon, the judges began to count the scores of each team.

The champion has the highest score, followed by the runner-up, according to the ranking, and the last place has zero points, which is the scoring method of individual competitions.

There are seven games in total, and the seven games are added together to get the total score, and the team with the highest total score wins.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was summoned to the hall, and the judging panel announced the final winning team and awarded medals.

On the wooden floor, the sound of black boots rubbing against each other was exceptionally clear, reflected by the entire venue, more like stinging the failed teams.

If you were faster, if you were more careful...

Similar thoughts crossed the loser's mind.

Duan Linshuang, Yu Qiao, Liu Fenghua, Shen Qi, Luo Mi...

These outstanding players in the empire suffered a solid loss today. Except for Zuo Xiyou's battle, no one won the championship, and the only one who won the championship is still lying on the hospital bed.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Qiao came to the ward, and Zuo Xiyou was having dinner.

Seeing Yu Qiao coming in, Zuo Xiyou put down his chopsticks, "You lost?"

"It's only a little bit, if it's not my carelessness."

"They came prepared..." Zuo Xiyou turned sideways and opened the drawer beside the bed, "I have a very special poison, and the medical team here doesn't know how to cure it."

"That……"

"It's Xiao Wuxing, he sent the antidote."

As he said that, Zuo Xiyou tossed it lightly, and a square box fell into Yu Qiao's hand.

"Is this the antidote?"

"The antidote is just right. This is my blood."

Yu Qiao stared blankly at the box in her hand, knowing how important it was, but no matter how important it was, it was not as important as Zuo Xiyou's life, "If he didn't bring the antidote."

"This is just a game, they don't need to offend the empire."

Simple sets, not too rigorous costumes, but this is not important, a good story can catch people's attention, Gong Lingxi complained many times, it is only because of the clichéd story, delicate text, worrying details, and suitable actors , the audience is gradually attracted.

"Who is the actor playing the emperor? It feels better than the real actor."

"That kind of temperament, I also believe that it is a real royal family."

"Wake up, there is no royal family in our country."

"Doesn't the Xi Kingdom still have a royal family?"

"The one in front, can you shut up, it's hindering others."

Dongmen Yao was also watching the performance. As a singer and part-time actor, his reaction was calm.

Yan Qingyao's temperament is very special, he has the gentleness and patience of a teacher, but he is not the type of good old man;

He has the elegance of a literati, and occasionally reveals aristocratic temperament between his brows.

Even if such a person does not speak, the people around him will be slowly attracted.

And now, he still has the majesty of an emperor.

It's a pity not to be an actor, Dongmen Yao briefly had similar thoughts.

But that Gong Lingxi was better than he imagined, and he was really wrong before.

Above the palace, the musicians were summoned individually. This was the first confrontation between the two protagonists.

The musician bowed with his qin in his arms, buried his head down, and did not dare to look at the lofty king in front of him. Unlike the downcast prince, this was a real king who had been on the battlefield for many years, and was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

It was obviously a crude scene, but Gong Lingxi remembered the first time she met His Majesty. Everyone said that he was weak, but he was lucky enough to meet a capable courtier.

Gong Lingxi also believed in rumors, but only realized how wrong she was when she saw him. He had a desire in him, a desire to control the world.

The figure was shaking, and the musician couldn't help raising his eyes to peek. For a moment, Gong Lingxi couldn't tell whether it was the musician's feeling or Gong Lingxi's. .

He should have acted more joyously, and should have allowed his feelings to grow, but the trembling and fear in his heart kept turning.

His performance was not good, and he did not perform to the level he should have, which is also the requirement of the script.

"I'm so scary?"

This is Yan Qingyao's line, and what follows should be the musician's line, no, just two simple words, used to lead to the next dialogue.

"Your Majesty's face, I dare not look at it."

The audience in the audience thought it was normal. In the costume drama, which courtier saw the prince, didn't he shake like chaff.

But everyone who participated in the rehearsal knew something was wrong, it shouldn't be like this here, Gong Lingxi changed the lines without authorization.

And whether he was intentional or not, many people secretly clenched their fingers, and some were worried about Yan Qingyou.

"I forgive you, look up."

He raised his head, and the person sitting across from him was smiling, but with the majesty of self-importance. This is not His Majesty.

Gong Lingxi's consciousness flowed back, and at the same time, she realized the mistake she had just made, and then she talked about it bluntly, only to round up the plot.

The pressure on the stage is far greater than rehearsal, not only the inability to make mistakes, but also the pressure brought by the actors in the play and the pressure brought by the development of the plot.

The role of the musician has experienced many choices, between the country and the individual, hatred and love, life and death.

Gong Lingxi has always regarded the musicians as an outsider, just like the previous script, he composed music for it and played for it, but he just observed quietly from a corner of the stage, and the emotions of the actors had nothing to do with him.

But now, he seemed to have experienced the other person's life, as if someone could really touch his emotions and make him give up everything.

The curtain fell, sweat dripping down my back.

The curtain was opened again, and all the staff took the stage to take a bow.

Backstage, changing clothes, the crowded backstage soon became deserted, only the last two people remained.

"Let's go..." Hua shouted through the curtain.

The curtain opened, and the two of them checked it one last time and locked the door.

There was nothing to say all the way, until they returned to the dormitory, Huajian was brushing the electronic lock on the door, but his eyes caught Gong Lingxi's pale face.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay..." Gong Lingxi suppressed the surge of anger and blood, and finally felt less uncomfortable.

"Haven't you come out of the scene just now?"

Gong Lingxi was indeed affected by that scene and felt depressed, but it was far from reaching this level. This feeling was more like eating poisonous weeds in the wild, with nausea, dizziness, and rapid heartbeat.

"Maybe I ate something bad, just take a rest."

Lying on the bed, the uncomfortable feeling is still there, not only that, the sea of ​​spirits is noisy, like a forest sparrow chirping, but the discomfort in the stomach is not so prominent.

Something went wrong with those little guys, this was the first possibility that Gong Lingxi thought of.

Speaking of which, they are also outsiders, and I don't know if there are untamed spies mixed in.

But soon, Gong Lingxi overturned this possibility.

They are the fish of the sea now, the one being cooked, boiling from within, the interior of the sea, where lives an overlord who has been dormant since more than a year ago.

Surgery only suppresses it temporarily, and does not completely remove it.

But this crisis did not wake it up. After more than an hour of boiling, the sea returned to calm.

In the bottomless seabed, a scepter exudes a dazzling light like the sun.

"I will not let you appear. My era is not over yet. What the empire needs is absolute force."

It seemed to be a threat, but also a declaration.

"You're starting to worry, let me guess, it's because of Yan Qingyao, he has the power to suppress you."

"shut up."

The other party is not as good as it wants.

"It's also because of Zuo Xiyou, his power is out of your control."

"You are talking nonsense."

"Pretentiousness doesn't last long, and falsehood doesn't last long. Time will prove everything."