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Thus, my teaching process ended in less than half an hour.

We pushed open the gates of the finals stadium. Since it was not yet time for the match, there were still some players practicing. I immediately saw Master Number Eight. He was sitting upright on the outskirts of the arena with his eyes closed in meditation.

Everyone saw the chairman come in and put down their clubs because they knew that the match was about to begin.

I then understood why the Chairman had not arranged for the live broadcast to take place, because he could not allow other people who had nothing to do with this ancient movement to sacrifice their own lives. From this point of view, he was quite professional.

Everyone felt nervous, but they also felt puzzled, because in addition to the master and me, there were two other people that they did not know. One of them was wearing weird sunglasses, his face could not be seen, while the other person was wearing a veil, but her figure was female, of course no one could not recognize a famous person like Tomoko, so she took the initiative to cover her face with a piece of gauze.

"Cough cough, Participant David, please move the camera over a little." "My friends and audience, the annual 'snooker finals' are about to begin. The 32 contestants that you have seen here have passed a year of hard work before finally reaching the finals. Today will be their chance to showcase their skills. Now let me introduce the rules of the competition... "

Perhaps this plan had its pros and cons. Since the chairman didn't want all non-snooker players to participate, he could only give his speech and preach the rules of the competition. But before this, the socialites were the ones who announced the start of the finals. The referee for the competition was a specially trained beauty referee, and this time, the referee was indeed a contestant. However, in order to be fair, each match had to be decided by two contestants. The order of the matches was announced, and the distribution of each competitor's duties was projected in front of us.

"..." Alright, this is the competition's rules. Is there anything that the contestants aren't clear about? " The President swallowed his saliva and revealed Tomoko's plan, "As Participant David is not feeling well, according to the fifth rule, during the finals, participants can choose someone to represent them, but the prize and honor are not related to the original contestants …"

"What?", "Substitute?", "Subordinate?" … Before the chairman could finish his words, the crowd erupted into an uproar. After all, no one seemed to have seen this by-law before — in fact, it was fabricated by the Chairman on the spur of the moment.

"Participant David, are you willing to accept the terms of the rules and give all the rewards and honors to Miss Eiko?" the Chairman asked me, ignoring everyone's doubts.

I nodded. "Yes, I am not feeling well enough to participate." Ladies and gentlemen, I was advised by the Chairman before I learned of the fifth rule. This is a rare opportunity, if a single person cannot participate, then he might as well give up the chance, maybe he will be able to present an even more exciting competition for everyone! " I said the following words into the camera. Of course, I know that everyone understands the difficult part of the Chairman, so maybe I can use the Access Rate to suppress everyone's doubts.

Some people even thought that it was unfair, that Eiko, who had appeared out of nowhere, could enter the finals so easily, and that it took everyone a year of hard work to get such an opportunity.

"No worries!" A voice that was as loud as a bell rang from behind, "Since David has done it voluntarily and it was permitted by the rules, then no one has to oppose it. Like what David said, maybe this Miss Eiko can make the competition even more exciting? "

Of course, this was the most experienced master.

Master Eight has already won seven finals championships, so his words may even have more weight than the chairman's.

Everyone's doubts had subsided, but maybe they were looking down on this "Eiko" lady who had suddenly appeared, thinking that losing a competitor like me should be a good thing for them! After all, I was one of the top ten finalists in the finals.

Hehe, I laughed in my heart, you will all know how powerful this Eiko is in a while.

So the match started. I think there should be a live broadcast team outside of the Time Field that the Chairman trusts doing the editing, as the Chairman said — presenting the audience with a better picture of the attack in the bag, and skipping the lengthy snooker phase, which requires concentration to appreciate. Yes, if we played our game at seven times the speed, would more people get in?

I don't know, but I think the Chairman's choice was right. Is it not because it is too long that people do not choose to enter our finals? What's more, he needed to have a high level of appreciation towards the door, but … I was dumbstruck as I watched Tomoko's elegant performance … But now, we are completely unable to reach the snooker stage where we need to obstruct each other. The moment Tomoko takes action, she will be able to clear the stage!

She was educating these contestants who had begun to look down on her as she had taught me, and before they could react, she had swept all the red balls into her pocket. He didn't give his opponent any chance at all. The only thing his opponent could do was drink a few mouthfuls of ice water from his seat.

The chairman's face was already covered in cold sweat. Perhaps he never would have thought that Tomoko's' potential 'would be so great, and that she would never get tired of it, time after time.

From the looks of it, there was no need to rush for time, Tomoko had already won quickly enough.

Everyone felt discouraged and incredulous at the same time. Perhaps everyone was curious as to who this masked girl who had suddenly appeared was. Why was it that every strike was as accurate as a machine? Furthermore, her following movements were extremely precise!

The participant who was fighting with her initially had a look of contempt, but once Tomoko took action, the opponent would not be able to retaliate at all. In the end, the person who fought with Tomoko realized that she had no chance of winning, and directly admitted defeat with her pole on the ground.

Tomoko didn't say anything, she only bowed to express her gratitude, as if she thought that it was someone else's request.

What was even more terrifying was that she did not need any time to think. With each swing, she was already at the position of the next pole, without a single mistake.

What made his opponents even more embarrassed was that Tomoko could have cleared the stage and gotten a high score in every match. However, when she calculated that the other party would not be able to catch up to her in terms of points, she gave up, and directly requested for the next round.

The people who had lost to her collapsed onto the sofa in frustration. At first, they had hoped that someone would 'punish' this arrogant girl, but later … Everyone even covered their own faces with towels. They really couldn't bear to watch this massacre anymore!

With this accuracy, there was simply no one who could be a match for "Eiko!"

"Enough." Tomoko has once again levelled up, I looked at the levelling list on the hologram, it's already the semi-finals, her opponent is the previous runner-up, Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Cheng didn't dare to start the game even though he was the first to start.

"What's wrong?" Tomoko was puzzled, she could only hope to end the battle quickly.

"I know I can't beat you." Mr. Cheng was very self-aware.

"How would we know without fighting?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Do we still fight?"

"Can you tell us your real name? Of course Eiko is a fake name. "

"The important thing is the movement itself, not me. What do you think, Mr President? It doesn't matter who wins the championship. What matters is that snooker will survive, right? " Tomoko raised her head to look at the Chairman, "Didn't I say that everything happened just like you?"

Call him the Chairman's Heart? As the Chairman wishes? What did that mean?

I only heard Latimer explain in my ear: "Tomoko's meaning is, she follows the President's plan."

"Following?"

"Yeah, that's right. The purpose of the chairman is to speed up the pace of the match and bypass the boring stage of mutual effort to let go, right? "

"That's what you mean …"

"Then take a look, Tomoko's matches never lasted more than a quarter of an hour, and all she did was hit the ball into her pocket, isn't that exciting enough? Isn't it enough to attract a lot of Access Rate? "

It seems to make some sense … However, I had a feeling that something was wrong.

I looked at the Chairman suspiciously. I hope that everything was as Tomoko and Latimer had said.

However, it was clear that there was something wrong with the situation. This was because the chairman's face was even more livid than before. However, no matter what the problem was, it seemed like Tomoko could no longer be organized into her current actions. After all, she had already created a fifth rule, so how could she go back on her words?

The Chairman's lips trembled as he replied, "Very good, Miss Eiko, you are right. Mr. Cheng, are you giving up the competition? "

Mr. Cheng looked at Eiko helplessly and sighed. He then put down his pole and walked down the field.

On the other side, Master Number Eight's competition continued. He had just advanced to the second round. Because Tomoko's competition was too fast, it completely destroyed the direct broadcast process.

But isn't that what the Chairman wants? A quick battle gave the audience a direct thrill.

That's all, isn't it?

Eiko, who had already made it to the finals, could finally sit on the sofa and rest for a while. I walked up to the substitute and asked in a low voice: "Miss Eiko, how do you feel?"

"Feel it?"

"Yes, he defeated so many experts in one fell swoop."

"There's the best." She pointed to Master Eight.

"Hehe," I don't think that Master Number Eight has a ten percent chance of winning, "Are you looking forward to the match with him?"

"Of course."

"But you ended the battle so quickly …" I felt an indescribable loneliness. "Do you feel bored?"

"Boring? You mean the boredom you humans feel? "

"More or less."

"Why do you feel bored?" She didn't understand what I meant.

"I mean," From the start, I was shocked and fearful of Tomoko, but now, I felt a sense of despair, "You haven't been able to meet your match, and …" I felt as if I could feel an indescribable sense of loss, as if these crisp goals were not so wonderful.

"I don't understand what you mean!" Tomoko also drank a mouthful of water. She clearly didn't need it.

"You mean it's too easy to win?" Unknowingly, Latimer had appeared behind me. I turned around and saw that everyone was far away from us. It seemed that it was because of Tomoko's arrogant performance, making everyone feel that we were a group of monsters, and no one dared to approach us.

"What you said is right. Something as simple as this cannot arouse anyone's interest."

"Only the success of hard work is worth remembering." Latimer said, "I've met another Meditation Group master before, and he likes to talk about chicken soup, haha …"

Tomoko stood up and interrupted his laughter: "Pui! Haven't I tried? "

"Of course it's going through, but it should be much easier than for humans, right?" Latimer said softly.

Tomoko blinked her eyes and declined to comment.

While the competition was still ongoing, I walked to the President's side and asked: "Mr President, it seems that the victor today is already very clear."

But he didn't seem to hear me. He was just watching Master Eight's game in silence.

"Mr President?"

Ah!" He finally regained his senses, "Participant David, what did you say?

"I say …" I don't know why he lost his mind. Isn't this the scene he dreams of? There was a "person" who perfectly executed his plan, letting the audience see a fast and brilliant match scene. People no longer had to endure a lengthy period of mutual hindrance. Didn't people want to see a clean bag drop and a crushing victory? Why did he seem so panicked?

"Wait a moment." He pressed his ear, it seemed like he was using the wireless headset to communicate with the workers outside the Time Field.

Puzzled, I turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" His tone became high-pitched, "Wait, Participant David. "I want to say …"

I turned to see the Chairman's face darken. "What is it?"

"I don't know why …" He was unable to say anything.

"Why what? If there's anything I can help you with, feel free to tell me. " I have always had great respect for the President, and even if he deceived the world thus, he has no qualms about his ideals and the noble movement itself.

"I received the news," the Chairman said, his voice gradually returning to normal, "Our Access Rate has indeed changed."

"Ya, that's a good thing!" I wanted to applaud, but the President stopped me from raising my hands.

"What I mean is, not only did the Access Rate not get better, it got even worse." The Chairman spoke word for word, but his tone was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"What!?" to get worse? " I can't believe there's nothing wrong with the president's plan. If we make this slow movement even faster, won't we be able to attract more attention?

"Don't you understand? "Heh heh, I only just realized it now." However, I could not understand the Chairman's words. "Now, there are no longer any suspense about this sport. Who else would come to watch?"

He fell back in his chair.

I took his arm, afraid he would fall.

Ah, yes, suspense, suspense... Tomoko's victory was like a whirlwind that swept through the clouds, causing the competition to appear without suspense. Could it be that the length of the competition affected Access Rate even more?

I didn't think we humans would lose to machines in the competition and hope to save the attention of this project..." He suffered another crushing defeat!

Why did Tomoko participate in the competition? For the sake of seeing humanity suffer a double defeat? Would she be able to predict this with her supercomputing skills? If she could, why would she let such a tragedy happen?

Sure enough, I thought, as a robot, I would never know the charm of this ancient movement. She just wanted to get it over with quickly. Who would think that by doing so, she would bring the game to an end?

Just as I was at a loss as to what to do, I heard a clamor behind me.

It was extremely noisy, as if they were calling someone's name.

The Chairman rose from his chair, as if he saw hope again.

I turned my head and saw that the other competitors had stopped their matches. Instead, they were holding their clubs high above their heads as they shouted in unison, "Number 8! Number Eight! Number Eight! "Number 8!"

Master Number Eight was surrounded by everyone, appearing very dazzling under the light.

Why the master's name? Why isn't the match happening anymore? Was he already afraid of Tomoko?

Of course not, we humans still have our dignity. "Mr. Cheng stood forward and explained," We know that other than Master Number Eight, no one else has the chance to defeat this Miss Eiko. Therefore, we will automatically admit defeat, allow Master Number Eight to enter the finals, and compete against Miss Eiko in the finals. "

In the end, the humans stood together against a common enemy — they wanted to save Master Number Eight's physical strength and energy so that he could challenge this uninvited guest in a situation where he was full of energy.

Hearing the endless clamoring, I was a little touched.

Of course they didn't know that Tomoko was actually a machine, but when facing an opponent that they could not defeat, they had sacrificed themselves to help others defeat her … Perhaps only humans could do such a thing.

I looked at Tomoko through my tears and saw that she still didn't seem to care.

No matter how fast she dealt with the situation, it couldn't have been possible for something like this to happen, right?

Humans might still be defeated in the end, but …

But before I could think about it, Tomoko stood up and clapped. Master No.8, I've heard a lot about you. Would you like to start first, or should I? "

She really didn't seem to mind at all. She just wanted to hit the ball into the bag.

— Because it represented victory.