In a practical sense, Ronan is the well-deserved focus of the Zhan Ji live broadcast room and the viewing program. However, for more than an hour before, he had never thought about interacting with the audience of these two programs - this was not something he would do today.
Within the scope of his mission, His Majesty the Emperor Wu would not give him an extra point or two because of this.
But now he spoke, and he spoke so naturally. This strong sense of interaction immediately set off another wave of climax in the audience, and soon swept up the participants in the circular conference room.
Go in.
Someone at the scene whistled, and in a weird tone: "This wave of dog food was thrown so unexpectedly..."
The abrupt tone aroused a wave of laughter in the conference room, and then the atmosphere became really unbearable. Even those who had not watched the show before had to make up for it at short notice, let alone those who had been paying attention.
Zhang Yingying is a vigorous and beautiful girl, smart and generous, with a wide network of friends. She is very popular in Xiacheng. Everyone knows that she is capable of making jokes, so she is not polite at the moment:
"Yingying, when did you start?"
"What logic, why is Yingying taking the initiative? Boss Luo, we support you!"
“Isn’t the important point how early should you start if you are under 16?”
Zhang Yingying was sitting in the live broadcast area in the middle of the venue. She blinked her eyes quickly a few times. Her cheeks, which were heated due to the embarrassing situation she was put in front of her, could no longer calm down for a while.
She wanted to refute, but at this moment the old monk from Waihai spoke with a smile: "Professor Luo, I am your supporter. Tens of thousands of people can testify that we have the same position. What you said
I agree, what’s the point of gambling? Of course, if you say you are not satisfied with the gambling money, we can change the position... It’s a joke anyway!”
At this moment, onlookers in various cities around the world have a similar comment in their hearts:
"A scumbag with no bottom line."
After all, Ghost Eye Cheyi is also a powerful person at the level of extraordinary beings, standing at the top of human evolution. Don't ask him to put on airs every day, nor can he lower his posture to the mud without any restrictions!
"This old guy Che Yi has had enough!"
At the maintenance center, Gao Meng's face wrinkled up, and he was really worried. Ronan, a simple boy, was thrown into a trap by the ghost eyes after just three or two rounds: "Ouyang, we can't just watch that guy ruin the place.
ah."
Ouyang Chen carefully observed the data on the changes in the projection work area. Hearing this, he said without looking back: "Didn't he agree with Ronan's theory?"
"Hey, his bullshit..."
"When it comes to fundamental points, even a fart can break a nail."
"ah?"
After Gao Meng was stunned, Ronan on the podium spoke again, but he did not directly respond to Ghost Eyes. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the voting system display in the venue, and then read out a few numbers:
"0154, 0198...2446, these 14 people who read the seat numbers, your Blood Aspiration Ring has not passed the test. If you have the intention of posting on the Internet through barrage, you can pass it in half, and you won't have it yet."
Ronan's face was serious and serious. This should not be the case, especially since the "double-link points" of the Blood Intent Ring and the Water Condensing Ring that he observed have been integrated. In both a theoretical and practical sense, his course was considered complete.
, it’s all time to reap results. But because of Guiyan’s unrestricted teasing, flaws appeared. Who should he ask to reason with?
Of course, a 1% failure rate will not affect the establishment of the Blood Intention Circle's group structure. It's just that he was clearly able to score 100 points in the exam, but was graded as 99, which led to his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He changed the stroke color of the electronic pen to blood red, circled the fourteen numbers heavily, then put down the pen, supported the podium with his hand, and looked around the venue.
In just two seconds, the laughter and restlessness in the venue disappeared one after another until they were nothing.
The densely packed seat numbers in the work area, as well as the fourteen accurately positioned red circles on it, suddenly made the participants realize that if according to the explanation of the "cage theory", Ronan is still overwhelmingly...
At the same time, there were nearly 1,500 ability users "violating" the scene, and they were fully aware of their mental dynamics.
Five seconds ago, the "one percenters" who were named and marked were more or less emotional, and it was not that no one wanted to fight back with their necks raised. But now, facing the gazes projected back and forth, especially
It was the cold eyes of the person on the podium, and the little bit of rebellious psychology they had, was like a fire sweeping through the wasteland, everything was ashes.
At this moment, they wished they could bury their heads in their crotches, or simply hide under the chair. Maybe that way they could breathe some flowing air.
In the suddenly silent and oppressive atmosphere of the venue, Ronan spoke again: "These fourteen people..."
Everyone thought that Ronan was going to keep up his efforts and continue to scold, but they didn't expect that the second half of the direction suddenly flew hundreds of kilometers away: "These fourteen people are your 'joke', Senior Ghost Eyes"
Brush it off. Is this result different from your guess? If the deviation does exist... why can't you take a gamble? "
Looking at the program studio, Guiyan still had a smile on his face, but he leaned back, his eyes narrowed, and the light in the gap cut through the live broadcast screen. What Ronan said was "guessing"
"The word made him a little concerned.
Gui Yan wanted to ask back: Did you guess it, or did you actually discover something?
In the circular conference room, Ronan continued: "Let's bet on the one you guessed but haven't confirmed yet. Should you bet on 'yes' and 'no', or add a time limit or something?"
Gui Yan's eyelids twitched. At this moment, he simply suspected that his "cage" had also been "violated". Although he did not want to admit it, Ronan's statement did affect his choice.
His mind was racing, and the corners of his mouth were raised exaggeratedly: "Gambling is just a game, just for fun. So, if Professor Luo really wants to play, it's okay to add another level."
The online and offline spectators were all agitated at this moment: This is a real fight, and we are going to do it for real! Even if it is just a "betting and entertainment", is the talented boy in Xia City already going to face the extraordinary species?
Well, the scene from the past few days was almost the same, except that it was interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor Wu's intervention.
However, the global audience still overestimated the lower limit of the ghost eye. I saw this person twisting on the back of his chair, assuming a more comfortable posture, and then stretched out a finger:
"When it comes to betting, I always confirm the chips first and make sure the chips are equal before placing the bet. Professor Luo, Brother Luo, although I support your remarks and am your staunch supporter, you have to prepare yourself against an extraordinary person.
Are you ready to gamble? The gambling capital must be at the extraordinary level. Frankly speaking, this is quite difficult for you."
As he spoke, Gui Yan motioned to the studio camera to give him a close-up: "Well, because I am an extraordinary species, a selfie is also an extraordinary species level. I can't exchange it for your own photo. Well, it's the Emperor Wu's."
Can consider it."
The boos from all over the world gathered on the Internet, and the ghosts looked at it as if it were nothing, just waiting for the story to be turned over.
However, on the podium in the circular conference room, Ronan nodded: "Those who are at the level of extraordinary beings... let's count what they wear."