As the White Lotus Female Match In the Infinite Stream

"Ten of us? We're all going to die?"

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

"Is it fake?"

"Isn't there a confusion option like in the game? This should be the same."

The crowd whispered, they didn't want to believe that the newspaper was real. After all, people can never believe that they will die tomorrow. But in the bottom of everyone's heart, there is a fear of the unknown. Even Zhuang Yan, who has always been confident, is no exception.

She looked at Chao Su and asked, "Chao Su, do you think the content of the newspaper is true?"

Zhao Su glanced at her and suddenly chuckled. The clown face, painted with exaggerated oil paint, grinned as if full of mockery and contempt. She didn't answer the question directly, but looked behind Zhuang Yan and said softly:

"Someone is coming."

Someone coming?

Hearing Chao Su's words, Zhuang Yan had goose bumps on the back of her neck. Are they all alive now? How could anyone come here. Zhuang Yan didn't dare to move, and focused on the door.

Sure enough, in the noisy quarrel, she heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor - at this moment, someone was walking down the corridor towards the training room.

Who!

Gradually, other people also heard the footsteps, and the originally noisy training room instantly quieted down. Everyone looked at the door of the training room—

A figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Top hat, black dress, white gloves, and that gentle gaze.

The moment they saw him, everyone's heart trembled slightly.

This is—

"Magician!" a student exclaimed.

The magician took off his hat, buckled it on his chest and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we meet again."

The scene was quiet for a while.

Everyone present look at me, I look at you, no one speaks and responds to the magician. The magician didn't care. He glanced at the newspapers in everyone's hands and said:

"Is this tomorrow's paper?"

"Mr. Magician know?" A student couldn't help crying and asked.

The magician nodded and said: "Tomorrow's newspaper is one of the most well-known newspapers in the dungeon. Many people want to subscribe to them and see the future. But it is a pity that this newspaper Only those who are about to die can subscribe. That's why Tomorrow's News is called the God of Death's Announcement."

The magician's voice was steady, but it made the hearts of the people present feel a little cool.

The magician hung the hat in his hand on the coat rack by the door, then walked towards the crowd, and bent over to pick up a newspaper on the ground and read it. Immediately, his eyes fell on the corner of the newspaper - where the news report about him was.

After seeing the words above, the magician's eyes were filled with smiles:

"It looks like my performance tomorrow night will be well-liked by many. This is really good news."

"What show is Mr. Magician preparing for?" The student who just opened his mouth asked. Maybe it was the magician's harmless appearance that made him more courageous, and he couldn't help but ask.

"I believe, it will be an unparalleled performance." The magician put down the newspaper, he looked at everyone, and everyone looked at each other.

Everyone: "... gone?"

They also plan to hear what magic the magician will prepare? See if you can start with this. As a result, the magician's concluding statement was just two words: unparalleled. At this moment, Chao Su stood up from the ground, she glanced at the watch on the ground, the surface of the watch was facing her direction, and the time displayed on it was eight o'clock.

"It's eight o'clock, time to start training."

Hearing this sentence, everyone's expressions instantly became serious. The people who were originally surrounded by the magician stood up from the ground in an instant, came to their own props, and began to train according to the content of their training table.

This is one of the tasks on their ID card.

Chaosu is no exception. Her props are colorful balls: red, green, blue, purple...

The training task not only requires the clown's wrist strength and head alignment, but also considers the coordination of the hands and feet. At least the training difficulty is comparable to that of acrobats. On the contrary, Zhuang Yan's animal trainer and Wang Zhongnian's Hercules had relatively simple training tasks. The former, just sit and talk with a lion-like rag doll, the latter can gain great strength with a little training.

As for the four students, the boy with glasses is a trapeze. At this moment, he is walking on the walls and ceilings like Spider-Man, falling from a height to the ground from time to time, Makes a "pop" sound. In addition to that, the hula hoop, the performance of the hula hoop, the performance of the show, everyone is training.

Zhuang Yan went to observe the magician while chatting with the doll. The magician's training is very simple, that is, training hand speed. Whether it's playing cards or hats, just taking out the same can make people stunned. At least, Zhuang Yan was very happy to see it.

After the morning training, the magician disappeared again. No matter how much Zhuang Yan opened her eyes, the other party could still disappear in front of her eyes.

"It's amazing, I don't know why, the magician's every move feels like a wonderful magic." During the noon break, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but sigh. Even now, when she closes her eyes, she can still recall the wonderful moments of the magician.

She had never seen such a wonderful magic!

"If the magician performs in real life, it is estimated that many people will become his fans!" As soon as Zhuang Yan's voice fell, a voice came up - it was just with the The boy the magician talked to. After getting along just one morning, Chaosu knew that this person was called Chen Xinbo.

After hearing Zhuang Yan's words, Chen Xinbo nodded immediately and said: "Yes, yes, I think someone will say - this is not magic, it is magic! No wonder someone said before , a magician must be a magician in modern times! Why is my profession not a magician!"

When it comes to the later, Chen Xinbo's tone became a little frustrated.

The companion next to Chen Xinbo listened, and quickly said to comfort him: "It doesn't matter, doesn't the magician have to train in the afternoon? We can just ask him for advice at that time. Although our main business is Not a magician, but we can use magicians as a side business!"

Chen Xinbo's eyes lit up instantly, and he began to quickly pick up the rice in the bowl, as if endless motivation appeared on him. However, seeing his fanatical appearance, the companion next to him didn't think there was any problem, but it was the other people who couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The middle-aged woman asked in a low voice, "This... do you worship magicians so much?"

Chen Xinbo took it for granted: "Of course, magicians are my favorite performers."

The middle-aged woman had already sensed something was wrong, but she couldn't help but persuade: "But the magician is not a good person, he..."

"Shut up!" Chen Xinbo roared, his eyes were blood red, and his eyes were full of anger and hatred when he looked at the middle-aged woman, "I have seen many performances of magicians, and his character is As noble as the magic he performs, it cannot be guessed. I hope next time I will not hear any bad words about the magician from your mouth!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Xinbo pulled up his companion who was sitting beside him and hummed softly, "Lingling, let's go."

Speaking, he walked towards the hall door. After a while, he disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone: "…"

The boy wearing glasses was the first to speak, and said in a heavy tone: "This is not Chen Xinbo."

Chen Xinbo is timid and cowardly, and does not have a high sense of presence in the crowd. Even many people did not remember his name when they introduced themselves yesterday. But now, his performance is different from before, very angry. After saying this, the boy with glasses said apologetically to the middle-aged woman:

"I'm sorry for Xinbo."

The middle-aged woman waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's mainly that his previous character was too similar to my son. As soon as I heard him speak, I felt something was wrong, and I couldn't help but want to persuade him more. Saying that, she sighed and asked tentatively towards the boy wearing glasses, "The one who was just pulled away is called Lingling?"

"What?" The boy with glasses froze for a moment, his eyes a little confused, "He's not Lingling, his name is Zhang Quansheng."

Zhang, Quan, Win.

No matter which word is related to the pronunciation of "Lingling".

Everyone's faces were stiff. When they were about to ask about other possibilities, the boy with glasses directly said a triple: "No nickname, no nickname, no title."

The scene was quiet for a while.

Zhuang Yan crossed her arms: "So, these two people are no longer you?"

"Or is there something already attached to them?"

When she finished saying this, Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, as if she had discovered something, her eyes widened for a moment.

Zhuang Yan's talent activation method is to guess the truth.

"It turns out that the truth of one thing is the most terrifying thing in the world. The closer you are to the truth, the closer you are to terror. If you guess the truth, you can feel the existence of terror."

Just now, she could faintly sense that her talent was activated. The hall, which was originally bright and clean, instantly became gloomy and terrifying.

So, there really is something on them! Zhuang Yan was shocked for a moment. She pondered how she should say it later, and told everyone in a euphemistic way without revealing her talent acquisition method. When what she said was the truth, she opened her mouth to Su:

"My grandfather once said something called bold assumption, careful verification."

"We might as well guess how that Lingling Lingling was written. It is read as líng, which líng is written?"

"The dexterous Ling, or the female teller's Ling?"

"Ling Ling."