Vanguard of the Eternal Night

Chapter 105: Where is the Magic ID

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After returning home, Victor was obviously a little restless again. He said that he would set off in the afternoon and try to go back quickly and reappear early tomorrow morning.

Tai Lun knew that he didn't want to talk about what to do, so he propped his chin with both hands, and watched Victor pack his luggage thoughtfully.

Victor took almost nothing, but used a large suitcase, leaving a large space in it.

While commanding the housekeeping robot to clean up, Victor explained: "I, I, and I have a lot of specialties in the places I go to. If I can't bring them back, I will lose money. I need to prepare more space to be prepared."

Tyron: "..."

After a while, a call came, and Victor concealed himself and went to the balcony to answer it, but Tyron still heard the words "take the express channel for valuables".

When Victor came back, he explained: "Uh, it's the peak time for the provincial competition, and it's not easy to buy air tickets."

The actor-level assassin master silently watched his poor acting skills, and nodded after a while: "You don't need to explain."

Alas, it's really worrying to see this kid lying.

Tyronn sent Victor to the airport, and the two chatted for a while at the security gate.

Victor smiled and said, "It's super fast. The round trip takes ten hours, so there's no need to send it off."

Tai Lun said: "If there is something to do, just communicate directly."

Victor suddenly realized that there was still this huge bug! In case Tai Lun came directly to a video chat, at a critical moment, would he answer it or not? !

Victor: "This, this, that, that, I actually... ah, the signal is not very good there..."

Tyron: "..."

Victor: "It's not that I can't get it at all! It's just that occasionally, suddenly, randomly, there will be a short period of time that I can't get it..."

Victor's face was flushed, the hair on his head was about to stand on end, his head drooped gradually, and his eyes were fixed on his toes.

A few girls passing by looked at the two of them curiously, and saw a handsome young man standing next to him with a blushing face. He was so cute that he couldn't move, and kept looking this way.

Tai Lun was wearing a scarf, and covered his handsome face firmly in the scarf, but he was so handsome in a long trench coat today, and someone followed Victor's attention immediately.

They have already heard that some people are discussing. The provincial competition stars are basically people who watch the game. Many people stopped for a while, and immediately began to wonder if they saw the fourth master—but the fourth master will be there tomorrow. Is it going to be the finals? How come you show up at the airport when you have time

Tyron's lazy eyes glanced to the side, frightening the peeping people to shrink their necks, and then he pulled Victor over.

The two walked behind the potted plants in the corner, and Tyron slapped Victor again.

Victor's face was still hot, and he whispered, "Yes, I will be seen."

Tyron raised the corners of his mouth and leaned into his ear and said, "Do you know why they look at you? The ketchup you ate in the morning left a lot on your lips."

"!!!" Victor hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but Tyron caught his arms, preventing him from lifting them up at all.

Victor became impatient and said, "Let me wipe it off, or I'll paint it on your clothes!"

Tyron leaned over with a smirk and licked his lips.

It was too erotic, Victor was a little weak from the spine to the knees, and his hands slowly changed from weak struggles to swinging Tyronn's waist.

Then Victor suddenly felt bitten.

Tyron: "Well, I seem to have read wrong, there is no ketchup."

When he spoke, he didn't move away at all, his breath was close at hand, and the tip of his nose jokingly rubbed against Victor's, it was an old hooligan taking the opportunity to tease a child.

Victor couldn't hold back, so he took the initiative to reach over and kiss him with a sneak attack.

Instead, Tai Lun shrank back, thinking: "Then why are your lips so red?"

He licked it again and said, "It's a little sweet."

Victor felt that he was being steamed, but he couldn't help but struggle with this old rascal, as if he was a poor creature whose shell had been ripped open, his mind was full of thoughts about when he would be picked out again and eaten, staring at Looked and looked at Tai Lun's lips.

Tyron came to lick it again, and then announced that he had found the answer: "You stole the candy."

Victor was so teased that he couldn't take care of his breath, and said confidently, "You did it."

"..." Tai Lun couldn't help laughing.

He finally let Victor go, then straightened his collar as if nothing had happened, and said, "Don't steal it from now on. Hide the candy outside, you are so sweet, don't let others see it."

Victor tightened his scarf with his backhand, tied it in a knot, and said, "You are so beautiful, don't go out if you have nothing to do."

The master assassin gave a "tsk" and reluctantly said: "Of order."

The two shameless people who complimented each other finally came out.

Taking one step and three turns, Victor trotted before finally catching up with the ship to take off, thinking in his heart: When will he find out that I have tied him up

Tai Lun really didn't realize that his scarf was a knot.

As soon as Victor left, he immediately returned to the Iceberg God of War mode, put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, and walked out of the airport indifferently.

Someone chased him out from the airport, followed him furtively, and took out an autograph book after a while, but was ignored by Tai Lun.

Tyronn went straight home all the way and started making contacts.

The person he contacted is the clerk of the semi-finals of the provincial competition. He is responsible for some chores that have nothing to do with the competition. He is also directly responsible for special needs—of course, bidding is based on the rules, and there is a fee.

The final is approaching, and the clerk is doing him a favor. Every day, inexplicable people send him emails asking for bids.

As an important staff member, he has no time to watch the provincial competition because his work is too intense during the provincial competition. He could only choose to watch the recording after the provincial competition.

In the past two days, some people's bids have become more and more strange. Some want "10,000 virtual roses to be spread at the feet of the champion", some want "I love you to fill the entire big screen for three seconds", and some want to advertise.

but! The most inexplicable! Nothing is better than a group of people with strange bones—

Their request was: "I want heavy rain! Heavy rain! The bigger the better! The kind that can completely soak a person in a second! You can take any money you want!"

Clerk: "???" I don't understand the current trend.

But fortunately, the official does not provide such special effects, because the impact is not good:

After a heavy rain, the host, contestants, and audience seats are all wet. What does this sound like? There will be a lot of people complaining.

Officials only provide bids for ground special effects, aerial special effects, and public screen advertisements, and all of them have been voted out now.

In the afternoon, the clerk received a message from a successful bidder.

The ID of the subject who took the aerial special effects is called "My six-year-old." This ID is quite magical, and the clerk secretly wondered for a long time whether this person has children or pets.

Mine is six years old: "Is there a rehearsal version for fireworks?"

The clerk hurriedly took out the fireworks specially customized for him to show him the parameters, and sent him the multi-angle videos of the fireworks rehearsal by the way.

Clerk: "If necessary, this year our special fireworks can write 1440 characters, or it can also be a 60 by 60 pixel image, which is definitely enough for portraits!"

Mine is six years old: "No need."

In order for the winner's night of the provincial competition to look exciting, the clerks also have indicators. After all, if the people who take the bids mess up the command and affect the ratings drop, the official will not be worth the candle.

The clerk hurriedly continued to recommend: "It would be quite monotonous to only have fireworks. We also provide Hearts and Arrows Diamond Luxury Limited Edition carnival background music!"

Mine is six years old: "If you want something fancy, you modern people are too troublesome."

Clerk: "???"

Mine is six years old: "Just do it."

I don't know why, but the clerk always feels that from the few dry words, he can see two points of domineering sideways and... arrogant and narcissistic

He fell into deep thought, and asked the director about this matter.

The director also pondered for a while, and then said: "Do you know the current score?"

The current score of the top six players is as follows:

Assassin "Odin", 11 points.

Paladin "Wangyou", 9 points.

Elemental dancer "Gengchen", 5 points.

Ability user "Xiaode", 4 points.

Hacker "Rip", 4 points.

Druid "Meow Meow", 0 points.

The director pointed to the score and said: "Tomorrow is the match between Odin and Wangyou. Look at the scores of these two people. Basically, the people behind can't catch up, so the champion should be one of them. It's scheduled for tomorrow night, so Night of Champions is basically tomorrow, right?"

The clerk didn't understand why, so he nodded again.

The director said: "Whether it's Odin or Wangyou who won the championship this year, take a look at the scene we previewed."

The clerk looked up and saw that there were many scenes for Odin in the preview of the two different champions.

Clerk: "... oh!!!"

Seeing that appearance, the clerk understood everything.

The director took a puff of the e-cigarette, and said vicissitudes: "Understood? The fireworks don't need to be too fancy, and the ground special effects are also good for us. Don't let these things take the lead and distract the audience. This In a night of champions, our ratings mainly depend on Si Ye..."

The clerk went back to discuss with "My six-year-old" about the special effects.

Mine is six years old: "Yes. The music should not affect the sound of the microphone, and the microphone must be clear."

When the clerk was answering the call, he found that another person who had won the ground special effect contacted him. This person's ID was also very magical, and he was called "Antique Connoisseur".

The clerk feels that this person is a die-hard Odin fan, because this person's request is: after Odin wins the championship, the ground will be covered with a sea of stars and dreams, and there will be flower petals floating. Anyway, it is so romantic.

Clerk: "Then Wangyou won the championship?"

Antique Connoisseur: "Full shop mine."

Clerk: "..."? ? ? ?