v2 Chapter 135： Round of 32

Minjiang Feng continue to post.

Most story-making posts have not changed any more. One reason is that they are not popular, and the other is that the protagonists of the stories have been eliminated and there is no need for story-writing. A story like Wang Hao is bizarrely compiled, incorporating factors from various cool novels, and the post that has n’t been eliminated by pig feet can no longer find a second one. Jiang Feng even saw someone open an analysis post. Who is the main character of "my roommate who took the pig's foot script".

Fortunately, Wang Hao wrote bizarrely enough nonsense, most people think that the landlord is actually making up, pig feet have long been eliminated or pig feet do not exist at all. The landlord is looking for a place to write a novel. Jiang Feng was deeply relieved when watching these posts.

"Yeah, yeah, I also think that the landlord of that post is a pure editor."

"I look forward to the second round of the qualifier!"

"Did you say that the rich second-generation brother of pig feet came out to help pig feet clean up the stumbling block?"

After a clever operation, the wind direction of the post was directly reversed, and it went completely off course, from an analysis post to a story discussion post.

During Jiang Feng's deliberate and rhythmic period, many players entered the lounge one after another, and many of them were directly eliminated. Nearly thirty people remained here. The competition time has passed more than fifty minutes. Jiang Feng doesn't know how many players are on the field, but time has passed so long. Whether the remaining players can get 8 or more red cards depends on how much the ten public judges can eat.

The new ones left are basically 8 red cards, 9 of which are only 3 and 10 of them are not.

Wu Minqi, a 10-brand boss, has been focusing on watching TV. He doesn't even hear outside the window and doesn't even move.

The lounge is also very quiet. Without Zhang Luyu's social gods, everyone would not have much time to communicate with each other. Except for Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi, there was no one sitting, and each person was separated by at least one seat.

Qijiang Feng could even see the big four words "Mr. Laozi" written on their faces.

"Ah." Jiang Feng sighed deeply.

He actually wanted to watch the overlord romance drama, but he didn't have a VIP, so he could only endure.

The drama is updated two episodes every day at zero. The plot of yesterday happened to be broken when the female lead was confessed by the male colleague of the company, and the male lead was hit on the spot. Seeing that it was the Shura field, the screenplay was just right.

"You, are you mindful?" Wu Minqi watched the TV show and asked.

"No, I was thinking about seeing the plot of a play yesterday, I want to know how the hero and heroine are." Jiang Feng said so embarrassingly that he likes to watch the silly white sweet dog blood romance drama of the overbearing president.

"Zou Zong was drunk late at night and was taken advantage of by a third-rate female model to take pictures and pass on scandals," said Wu Minqi.

Minjiang Feng:? (((? Д?)))?

"I have a VIP. Would you like to see my phone?"

"... Yes, thank you."

"Actually, I watched with Ji Yue when I was okay. I don't watch this kind of drama at all, it's too boring to do now." Jiang Feng tried to die.

Wu Minqi looked at him quietly.

Qi Jiangfeng understood the meaning in her eyes.

Do you think I can believe it?

Uh ...

I waited for Jiang Feng to finish watching the episode, and some people did not complete the entry. Someone was getting impatient in the lounge, and kept going out to watch the situation in the competition area, and he couldn't help complaining.

"What's going on, how many people are there?"

"It's not clear, it seems like there are a dozen more."

"No, it's almost an hour and a half, is it interesting to drag these last minutes?"

Now there are 34 players in the lounge. Everyone knows that the game is over in a few minutes. The rest of the game must be over. The 16 players who are promoted will be born among them. It's just that I'm too nervous now, I need to find an excuse to vent and complain.

I have three minutes left.

不足 Insufficient players in the lounge can't sit still, they start to walk around anxiously, and most of them are nervous.

"Well, can you stop walking around? You're so annoying that you are shaking in front of me!" A 25- and 26-year-old woman took the lead.

"Sister, you're upset, it's your business. What do you lie to me for?" The 20-year-old guy said by her is not good now.

"Who are you talking about? Will you speak?"

"I don't think you can speak. I just yell at you every now and then, I'll trick you?"

The two of them were about to make a noise, and they heard the sound of the microphone.

"As soon as the game time is up, players who have not yet finished, please stop your movements and leave now. I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated."

的 The air in the entire rest area seemed to be drained instantly. The two people who were about to suffocate were choked by one and calmed down immediately. People who used to be anxious were finding a place to sit. Only the hard-to-set hands and the feet with small movements could reveal their tension. Just looking at their expressions, everyone was calm.

Qi Jiangfeng is so calm. He doesn't care about the score at all now. Anyway, he feels very swollen and feels that he has reached a certain level. He only cares about how the sand sculpture screenwriter should write the next story, and there is one episode without watching his heart as uncomfortable as the cat's claw scratches.

Wu Minqi, as the only player in the audience who got 10 red cards, was always exuding the feeling of being a big guy, expressionless, taciturn, very calm and not panic.

The staff came over and smiled, "All players, please come back to the competition area with me. We will announce the promotion list and your score."

At this time, there were more crowds watching. After all, the result of the game must be announced. For the masses who basically did not understand the operation of the players, this was the highlight, and they were all excited and stared at the staff. And contestants.

"After a tense and long game, the promotion quota for this game will also be announced. Once again, this game will be broadcast live at a certain point and exclusive live broadcast, all seasonings will be exclusively sponsored by good taste." Staff Never forget the original intention of advertising.

"The 16 players promoted in this round will become the top 32 in the country. They will compete for the final championship with the competitors from the other three regions in April. At that time, you can call your favorite players via WeChat public account. , The player with the highest number of votes will get a full year's image spokesman of good taste soy sauce! "

"Wow!" The crowd was unconscious.

"Okay ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Now I will announce the promotion list."

"No. 39 Wu Minqi: 9.3 points, No. 78 Chu Peng: 8.9 points, No. 13 Jiang Feng: 8.8 points, No. 66 Duan Zhiming: 8.5 points ..."

"No. 112 Zhang Qian: 7.6 points. The above are the players who have been promoted to the top 32 in the country. Our staff will contact you by phone in the follow-up games. All completed entries will be placed in the incubator. Come and taste. If you have no objections, you can leave now. "

For a moment, the 34 players on the field were happy or sad, a little girl who seemed to be just a high school student screamed out of the field, rushed into the crowd and hugged her mother who was with her, shouting excitedly: " Mom, mom, I'm promoted, I can watch TV! I can watch TV. "

"Brother, yes, the top thirty-two nations!"

"Son, good job!"

"Husband, it's okay, you lose, you lose. There are only 32 in the country. Neighbors in the neighborhood say that our shop is good."

别 "Don't pull your face, what a big person you are, and your daughter is still watching you, and you are not afraid of being joked by her."

Uh ...

Qi Jiangfeng and Wu Minqi looked at each other silently.

It seems as if they are not accompanied ...

"Let's go, it's almost eleven o'clock, so Uncle Jiang can't be too busy." Wu Minqi said.

"Walk around." Jiang Feng followed Wu Minqi.

"Yes, will your family come over in the April game?" Jiang Feng asked.

"My mother may come and see when the top 4 is reached, what's wrong?" Wu Minqi asked.

"I wonder if it's time to get a cheerleader to cheer us on and act as a community. Our Chess Club also has nearly forty people!"

"..."