There are too few computers available for battle. Damn it, why are there only twenty-eight? With twenty teams and 280 players, an average of ten people can get one! How can we fight with so many people?
If I had known that there were only these few computers, everyone wouldn't have come to the scene... Wouldn't it be nice to stay at the hotel and play games?
Captain, I was wrong!
Captain, I was wrong!
Huang Shaotian wandered back and forth in the computer area. He wanted to grab the computer, but he couldn't. He wanted to make a date, but he didn't know anyone and couldn't understand the language. There were more than forty people from the Chinese team, the Japanese team, and the Korean team in total, with black hair, black eyes, yellow looks, and white faces.
People of this race are always a little face-blind when looking at yellow people. Who would recognize him as the Blue Rain Sword Master?
He couldn't wear the poster of "The Sound of Rain at Night" on his body...
By the way, where is the chatty swordsman from the Russian team? I really wanted to have a date before... It's broken. I forgot what he looked like...
"Wake up, we have about 300 people. The organizer will not set up this place as an Internet cafe..."
Zhang Jiale floated past leisurely. Huang Shaotian was furious: "Old Zhang, why don't you go find someone to PK and make a mockery of me?! Where's the ammunition expert from the American team? Where's the one from the Swedish team? If you don't go ask them out, they'll all be dancing!"
Facts have proved that it is impossible to dance, and it is impossible to dance in this life. The beautiful ammunition expert of the Swedish team is very interested in Zhou Zekai, and is so so towards Zhang Jiale. Not to mention that Zhang Jiale is accompanied by a handsome guy, even if there is not
, the young lady’s attention will not be on him...
At this time, Tang Rou took over Ye Xiu's position and fought against Captain America once. Then she gave up the computer and let Zhou Zekai compete with the American sharpshooter in a duel. The Swedish beauty watched helplessly for a long time and found that she couldn't drag the handsome guy she liked.
, has already gone back to play on the dance floor.
In short, by the time Zhang Jiale passed through the crowd and saw his date from a distance, this ammunition expert known as the "battlefield conductor" had already left behind a group of male players around him and was standing in front of the piano next to the orchestra pit.
, pointing to the grand piano with a black background and gold ornaments, which looked very expensive at first glance, with fierce words and a sonorous voice:
“@#$%^&……”
Zhang Jiale: "???" What happened to her? Did she get offended by a male player? What do you mean by that? Do you want to play the piano? Whoever wins the piano will dance with him? Help, please give me a translator! I listen.
I do not know!
Zhang Jiale looked around, and soon his eyes lit up: Tang Rou came out of the crowd from the other side and walked straight towards the Swedish girl.
Wow!
The translator is here!
Zhang Jiale completely ignored the question of whether Tang Rou knew Swedish. It didn't matter if she didn't. Everyone already knew that Miss Tang knew English and French. With these two languages as a foundation, it would be very difficult to communicate with the Swedish people.
It's a simple thing.
Zhang Jiale quickly pushed up to ask for a translator. He was still five or six meters away from the piano when he saw Tang Rou smiling and saying a few words. Then, the Swedish ammunition expert also laughed. The two beauties stood opposite each other.
Smiling like the spring breeze thawing and flowers blooming. Sighs could be heard one after another around Zhang Jiale...
The Swedish ammunition expert turned a deaf ear to the sighs of the male players. She turned away and said a few words loudly, and soon a staff member dragged a piano bench over. The two beauties sat down side by side, looking at each other and smiling.
Two pairs of bare hands put the keys on the piano at the same time.
The Swedish ammunition expert has fiery red wavy hair hanging on his shoulders and a black floor-length skirt. He looks mysterious and domineering;
And Tang Rou, with short black hair and a light golden evening dress, is not at all inferior in terms of beauty or aura when sitting next to her;
The two beauties sitting side by side like this, without any other movements, are as pleasing to the eye as a famous painting.
Two pairs of professional players' hands, two pairs of hands suitable for playing the piano, spread out on the keys at the same time. At first very slowly and very gently, they pressed on the keys one by one, and every movement was clear and distinct - Zhang Jiale estimated that the hand speed
Yes, there are probably 40, right?
Of course, the two beauties did not know each other before and had never cooperated. It is possible to slow down and test it out. The problem is that it is too slow... If you use the game process to describe it, it is almost equivalent to the playoffs of the tenth season.
, the single match between Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou...
It's grinding and dragging. The people playing the game are not in a hurry, but the people watching are anxious! - Of course, the four-hand bombing in front of us is an exception. Even if the rhythm of the music is still relatively slow, the visual effects are enough to make up for everything.
…
Perhaps it was confirmation of each other's strength and tacit understanding, or perhaps it was because the song had already passed the prelude, the two pairs of flying bare hands suddenly started to move quickly. The sound of the piano flying over the ballroom also became cheerful and jumping, like gurgling water.
.
The bodies of the two beauties were swaying gently, moving in and out. Their shoulders were touching their shoulders, and their arms were touching their arms. When their fingers were spread to the limit, the tip of the little finger of the Swedish girl's right hand and the tip of Tang Rou's little finger of her left hand seemed to be far apart.
, they almost touched each other several times.
"It feels like being fed a mouthful of dog food..."
Zhang Jiale heard someone murmuring behind him. He felt sad and wanted to nod, but held back at the last moment - he looked at them with looks that looked at their beauties, or even lustful ones, as if he didn't have much respect for professional players and his comrades.
?Just calm down and appreciate...
Then, he and the male players around him collectively let out a long sigh.
Tang Rou leaned to the left. The Swedish ammunition expert leaned back slightly to make room for her. At the same time, Tang Rou's left arm stretched out and fell in front of the Swedish lady, stroking the keys like water; while the ammunition expert's
The right arm passed under Tang Rou's left rib, forming an intimate posture of leaning against the body and holding arms.
The two slender right hands danced side by side on the keys like flowing water. At the same time, the fingers pressing down were exactly the same, and no matter how the palms moved on the piano, the distance between the two right hands never changed.
Perfect tacit understanding...
Zhang Jiale can see this even if he doesn't know the piano. He can have such a tacit understanding when playing the piano. Who knows how exciting it will be if they work together to fight?
I really want to have a fight with them!
He was slightly in a trance. The piece was not long, it took about as long as a singles match. The two beauties lowered their arms, turned to each other, and smiled at each other. A storm of applause sounded around the orchestra pit.
The male players swarmed forward.
——So there is still this way to date a girl?
Learned, learned!
Practice it!
Among the foreign players, it seems that there are quite a few who can play...even if they can't play with four hands, playing alone seems to be able to make people smile?
Go!
As for the Chinese team...
Zhang Jiale turned his head. Three to five steps behind him, Ye Xiu said to Su Mucheng, "Shall I play a song for you?"
"Let's go!" Su Mucheng dragged him hard. The Chinese team's most powerful god was dragged out by Su Mucheng without any resistance...