We have reached the sixth cat cave, the last cat cave before the rest stop.
8 to 6, the Ovi team temporarily takes the lead.
The score between the Ovi team and the Hildenet team is very tight. You and I are competing for the progress point by point. Even the witches who are watching unconsciously wave their hands to cheer for the good ball and lament for the missed ball. This kind of sport is so exciting.
The charm has changed from [furry] to [competitive], which is so fierce that the cat's back hair stands up, its tail stands up, its ears stand upright, and its eyes stare intently at the traces of small balls streaking through the air!
"The landing stability rate is 78%, the left spin is 43°, and the speed is 2.5 times that of a standard ball. A powerful ball is expected to ricochet six meters forward and to the right after impact, and is likely to go directly into the hole!"
Jiang Han waved the support meow flag he got from Hildenet. While waving, he nervously calculated the landing point of the cat golf ball.
This shot is a shot after Ovi and Shar exchanged shots. It is a very critical shot. If it hits, this shot will be a catbird shot, scoring 3 points and leading the opponent by 5 points! If it is just a standard catbird shot,
Score 1 point, lead the opponent by 3 points, and still retain considerable suspense!
Whoosh——
Boom!
What a coincidence! Although the cat golf ball bounced correctly after landing, it hit the pole of Maoling and did not go into the hole! It did not go into the hole!
The cats still maintained the suspense!
"oh!"
Jiang Han covered his face with one hand and shook his head in frustration.
Changshou Maodeng, who has a philosophical temperament, was also very dissatisfied with his performance and meowed loudly. As the saying goes, "You have to meow when you are getting food." The more you take the blame, the louder you have to meow, otherwise how will others know "You
What about 'no pot'? It's like a person who has a record of 1-18 in the mid lane of a game must first bark, 'If you hadn't sent me first, how could I have failed?'. As long as you bark, you'll be fine!
As expected, after seeing the long-sleeping cat meowing, both Cat Liz and Cat Celia meowed silently, tapping their tails on the grass while watching the other side hit the ball.
"..."
"Ah ah ah, it's so dangerous! This tail rod is worth 20,000 words!"
Hildenet clutched the barren mountains on her chest, gasping for air, beads of sweat hanging on her white face.
The witch's appearance has always been a big help. Even with Hildenette's sweaty face, it doesn't make people feel sweaty and dirty, but makes people feel wet even with her big eyes.
As nimble as a deer.
"Twenty thousand words?"
Jiang Han said curiously:
"What are 20,000 words?"
Irene, who was standing nearby, holding a golden cat cup and wine bottle in her hand, shook her head regretfully, pursed her lips and said with a sullen face:
"The sixth cat hole is finished. If we lead by more than three points, this lazy idiot will help me write a cat lantern paper, more than 20,000 words, thirty-five pages of text, five pages of editorial, and two pages of quotations.
...It could be placed on the English page of the new weekly "Miscellaneous Issues" I prepared, but it's a pity."
"Are you going to publish a new weekly?"
Jiang Han held his cat cup in both hands and took a sip of the watermelon juice inside. This is the latest watermelon developed by the Witch. Simply put, it is a watermelon the size of a small villa, and at the same time, the quality of the watermelon juice has been improved.
, once again used Witch Industry to crush the craftsman’s watermelon spirit.
Now the price of watermelon juice has dropped to almost the same price as sugar cane juice.
"..."
A smile appeared on Eileen's face, and she became a little happy:
"In recent days, I have discovered that the spiritual civilization of witches is becoming more and more developed, and the demand for some journals is increasing. To put it simply, there are both academic and entertainment journals to expand their horizons.
.More importantly, it is used as a carrier of certain ideas."
Jiang Han noticed that Sal, the cat in a black skirt and gauze, also had her ears standing up. It seemed to be a cat's nature to inquire about information. She asked:
“Can I contribute too?”
Erin smiled brightly:
"Of course, I will give good offers to outstanding manuscripts."
Hildenet came over, gasped, tied a small uniquely shaped jug from her waist and took a deep drink, while saying with a hint of alcohol:
"My latest royalties haven't been paid yet, Erin!"
Eileen turned her head and said with a smile:
"You can't submit the manuscript yesterday and get the royalties today. This won't work."
"No way?"
Hildenet tilted her head and licked her lips:
"I almost don't have any money to buy drinks."
While she was talking, she secretly glanced at the cat cups in their hands, and her big, aggrieved eyes had a lovely moist feeling:
"I am..."
"Hahaha."
Irene covered her mouth and laughed, the laughter was light and sweet. She maturely patted the shoulder of Hildenet, who was two heads taller than her, and said softly:
"So that's what happened. I thought something was wrong."
She magically took out a golden cat cup from her small handbag, and forcefully stuffed it into Hildenet's hand:
"Take this, drink more and have more fun. You are an important contributor to my magazine. You must stay in a good mood. I will see what I can do to help you with the royalties."
"How good is this..."
Hildenet took the fluffy cat cup, smelled the aroma inside again, and thought:
"…mean."
"...Smells like blue locust tree?"
A glass of Blue Sophora japonica costs about 300 witch gold dollars, which is a full five liters... Jiang Han saw Irene nodding indifferently.
At this time, Hildenet couldn't bear to say "I'm sorry". She blushed, hugged the cat cup, and ran to the side of the cat lamp who was preparing to hit the ball. She turned around and showed a shy smile.
"You are so willing."
As a witch selling wine, Jiang Han is quite keen on the prices of expensive drinks, and she calculated them almost instantly:
"It was almost more than 10,000 and I gave it away casually."
"..."
"She deserves this."
The sunny smile on Eileen's face remained unchanged, and her voice was soft:
"In the final analysis, the connection between people in this world is the user and the user. We will always serve interest groups that have eternal interests with us. Hildenet is an excellent author, so for me there is something worth tolerating.
value."
"This connection will be closer and less likely to be betrayed. Perhaps this is what we have learned from countless past lessons, never test others."
Her smile is a bit mysterious, she is a witch with a story.
Jiang Han squinted his eyes and looked up at the setting sun, feeling that the afterglow was also comforting.
She put her hands behind her back and said with a smile:
"Me too?"
"Ah, so do you."
Erin stared at the sky.
"..."
"I don't hate it if you say it so bluntly."
Jiang Han put his eyes on Mao Deng who was teeing off the ball, looked at the opponent's fur, and laughed out loud as he thought of something.
