Wang Wang's dream color

Sakura, who was walking back to the dormitory with Deyin in the gentle evening breeze, did not expect that at this time, someone was still watching her closely...or in other words, every move of her former opponent, so she was fortunate enough to observe it completely Everything that just happened in the stadium.

In the underground training ground in the middle of the night, there was a slender figure continuing the high-intensity training that had been going on for a long time. He sat on the sidelines and glanced at the people in the field from time to time, and then focused his gaze on the computer screen in front of him. In the screen, Sakura and No. 1 are the tracking targets, and the dynamics of the two in the training ground are transcribed throughout the whole process.

And finally, at that moment, the picture of the two of them turned into a single shot, he straightened his expression, and an obscure light flashed in the sharp eyes that took off his glasses.

Except for the whispers of the two when they approached, which could not be captured by the surveillance, the rest of the series of pictures were so clear that he could see the expressions of the two of them under the bright incandescent light.

I don't know if there was an agreement, but neither of the two people who put on the confrontation posture used the ball.Unconsciously, he stroked his upper lip with his fingers, watching the dazzling duel in which skills were used.

His eyes shifted from Sakura, who he couldn't say but always felt a little strange, to the figure on the opposite side who moved extremely precisely and every time he returned the ball, he hit the vital point. Li's body also sat up straight and leaned forward.

"how come…"

His eyes were glued to No. 1, and he muttered in a daze for a while.

"He is also..."

"same…"

"how is this possible."

He held back the obscure words and chewed carefully. After a while, he suddenly relaxed his tense body, and a light and imperceptible sigh escaped between his lips and teeth.

"It's getting more complicated."

The picture was frozen at the moment when No. 1 left, he turned off the computer, and turned his attention to the figure who was still training on the field.

The night is still long, and the road is still far away.

Back in the room, after taking a shower, Sakura walked out of the bathroom rubbing her wet hair. After thinking for a while, she turned on the computer and logged into the website that she hadn't touched for a long time. After a few keystrokes, she saw blood-red fonts all over the screen , Can't help but froze.

"This is the beginning, ah."

She frowned slightly, skipped the blood-red upper part of the list she was browsing, and saw a few familiar names or code names in the list at the bottom, then stretched her brows slightly, and pulled the mouse back again. The extremely conspicuous half list above.

I looked it up and down several times, but there are not many names she recognizes... Is it because she disappeared for too long...

"Charlotte..."

She looked for it, but she didn't see the name or code name of the No. 1 "Xia Luo" who had a close relationship with her tonight on the list.

Shouldn't be... If he is a 'Ghost Skeleton' person, he shouldn't miss this incident...

At the same time, the number 1 she was looking for was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the person on the screen... gestures solemnly.

"Why are you here?"

No. 1 understood the gesture of the man in the picture, and tilted his head, his clear eyes were clear.

"Mu Qian asked me to come."

"I owe Lilia a request, and he asked Lilia for this request."

"Why are you here?"

Number 1 blinked and didn't answer. Instead, he stretched out a finger to the person on the screen, and only opened his mouth after getting a positive nod.

"He wanted me to guide that girl."

After a pause, Number 1 recalled the night's experience, then shook his head and looked at the screen again.

"I actually don't think she's exactly like me. It's not as much fun as it was that day. It would be less fun to lead her."

His eyes were clean, and his voice was as clear as a mountain spring.

"I have some regrets."

"Battlelist? I know. But it's not the time yet, it's too early."

No. 1 watched the person in the picture change his gestures again, but he was patient and kept his body upright.

"The people on the top are not particularly interesting people yet, I can wait for a while."

"Exit 'Ghost Skull'? No...they haven't done what they promised me, and I can't quit now. Their succession battle will also be very interesting, and I can participate better in 'Ghost Skull'."

He spoke very sincerely, but his expressionless face did not block the burning and clear light in his eyes.

"You owe me... one, two, three... oh wait, don't turn it off!"

Before he could finish counting the one, two, three, four, five, six, seven that the person owed him, the person on the other side of the screen had already turned off the video very skillfully and quickly.

The wind outside the window blew in, No. 1 sat upright in front of the computer, and a hazy mist finally covered his clear eyes.

"Why, every time..."

A □□ rain washes over the border, and the sunny afternoon after the rain brings a bit of tide, a bit of lazy leisure.

Under the corridor, the fragrance of two cups of tea wafted up, and the rising heat melted into the slightly damp air. After a haze, I heard that peaceful voice whispering some whispers.

"The reason why the 'ghost skeletons' have dominated the underground for so long is that apart from their extreme style and pursuit of ultimate strength, the most important thing is that they hold the key to the underground tennis money network—the most powerful players and authoritative information."

"Their voice is the truth and creed of the underground tennis world. Whether it is a money trader or a player with various purposes, they all need their certification and recommendation, or the platform they give."

"Their believers distributed all over the world jointly provide accurate and real-time information for the several lists they control, including extremely detailed golfer information. The two most important personal lists are the standings and the battle list."

"The standings are ranked based on the results of all players who have participated in underground black games and heavyweight events on the ground. The points set by the major events are also evaluated by the 'Ghost Skull'. It is not limited to professional tennis, and emerging players from various countries Most of the hands were recorded."

"There is no limit to the time span of the standings, but if the player's information disappears or he quits tennis for more than five years, the player's points will be automatically reset to zero, and the ranking will also become anonymous, and will not disappear completely. But it's close to being transparent."

"The battle list is a list of celebrities for challenges. Those who are ranked in the top [-] are basically strong players. Those who are out of the [-] or in the low ranks challenge the high ranks. If they win, they will replace them and continue to challenge. If the loser is among the [-] If you are in the list, you will drop one, and if you are not in the list, you will not be able to challenge again for one month. Those who have been issued a challenge post cannot refuse."

"Just like the standings, if a player in the ranking has been silent for more than five years, he will fall out of the ranking by default."

"Both the standings list and the battle list are powerful proofs of the strength of the players. They can be used as a reference for major teams to recruit players, and they are also channels for players to pursue victory. Part of the rankings on the two lists change very frequently. , Every moment someone is picked off, and there are also people who take advantage of the victory to pursue."

"These two lists are just the two most iconic ones in the powerful information base of 'Ghost and Skull', and the rest have their own special features, such as the ranking of teams, the ranking of black game records, the ranking of players of the same type, etc. wait."

"These lists are really valuable data and information, but there are more and more secret information that belongs to the category that the 'ghost skeleton' does not disclose, and it is also a powerful weapon for it to restrain the underground."

After talking for a long time, the mouth of the person who spoke was a little dry. He took a sip of tea and saw that the person beside him who was sitting on the ground crookedly was flipping through the magazine in his hand.

"Did you hear me?"

"I've listened to it. I've heard you say so much. It took them so much effort to compile these lists. It's really a good thing. It's good to grab it and use it."

Hearing the man's frivolous words without raising his eyebrows, his hand trembling while holding the teacup, after all, he resisted the urge to splash the man's face with tea.

"You and I both know that our purpose has never been to destroy the balance of the entire underground, but to make a break with the 'ghost skeleton' who controls this violent machine."

He shook his head with a serious tone in his tone.

"Their style has become more extreme and bloody over the years, and everything on the stage is appalling. Coupled with the approaching black season and the battle of succession, the road ahead is full of blood and blood."

"If you don't mention the points list, just talk about the battle list. The speed of the change in the past few years is staggering. A while ago, the people from 'Ghost Skull' even bloodbathed the top dozens of the battle list for the limited number of places in the organization. Whether it is It doesn't matter whether it's your own person or someone else in the organization, just care about killing them indiscriminately."

"Fortunately, according to that gentleman's instructions, I asked them to avoid the front before that, but I didn't meet those crazy people."

He sighed, watching the man spread the magazine on his face, his voice was so muffled that no emotion could be heard.

"I used to hear people tell stories about raising poisons. They put a bunch of messy poisonous insects together and killed each other. The most poisonous poison was left at the end. It's exactly the same as this group of people."

The man pulled up the magazine slightly to reveal his mouth, poured a cup of tea, and was still talking vaguely.

"It hasn't changed at all. It's still like this every few years. The dolls in the organization have to be pulled out to walk around and besieged by the people I carefully cultivated. It's called a baptism of succession. It's really perverted and thoughtful... Ho! What are you! It's terrible to drink!"

"Idiot boy! It would be a waste of money to drink my good tea for you!"

"Cut...Come on, it's my mouth to suffer from drinking your stuff..."

The voices of the two gags grew louder, and they refused to give in to each other. They were both full of spirit and loud voices, which dispelled the bloody atmosphere and solemnity of the conversation a lot.

After bickering for a while, the two fell silent again.

He looked at the early sunny sky reflected in the puddles in the yard under the porch, and was disturbed by the water droplets falling from the eaves, causing ripples in circles.

"After all, it's time."

Without turning his head, he just looked at the messy water sky, as if he was asking that person, but also as if he was asking himself.

"Are you ready?"

"Also, can you move..."

The man sneered, but didn't answer right away. He couldn't see the face covered by the magazine, but only looked at the posture... It was still the same unscrupulous and fearless boy as he was when he was a boy.

"If you live, you can fight."

After a long time, the wind passing through the corridor blew the magazine covering his face, making a "squeaky" sound.

It was his voice that sounded at the same time.

Just like when I was a teenager in the past, it was meaningless and fearless.

The author has something to say: I went out for a summer vacation these few days, and I didn’t catch up with more updates. This year is really hot~