In the sand table room, the shadowless light is as bright as day.

The miniature audition map is embedded in a glass cover, about the size of two pool tables.

Half an hour away from the curfew, Wu Jin kept changing the angle, adjusting the setting parameters in the sand table model, and observing the changes in the entire map.

Half the hills, half the grasslands.

When the wind speed reaches 33m/s, the dam breaks downstream of the river, droplets appear in the peaks, and landslides exist in three hills. The soil of broad-leaved forest is crispy and loose, and the surface of the coniferous forest is hard... In the extremely cold state...

Wu Jin's notebook was quickly marked with a series of data.

The same map can extend completely different ways of playing due to different competition systems.

If he speculates correctly, the auditions are PVP (player duel), and the knockout match is PVE (player and environment duel).

The competition rhythm will change from a player to a disaster environment, and the scarcity of resources will rise sharply under the law of the jungle.

Wu Jin suddenly remembered the popular online games a thousand years ago.

In PVE dungeons, players face a copy BOSS with attack defense data countless times greater than themselves, but due to the principle of game fairness, there are usually rules that can be followed and cracked.

If you can find the rules in the competition-

Wu Jin's eyes fell on the only section of "Mathematics" on the class schedule, and then moved to "Guns".

Before you can lie in the woods and write drafts and calculate rules seriously, it is better to prevent yourself from being killed with one shot!

Wu Jin sighed in his heart.

A week passed in a flash.

Hongmao still worked diligently to help Wei Shi check in. Caesar adjusts oil in the video every day, and asks the female ticket sweetly, "Am I your cute little rabbit?" Even when Wei Yan's cold eyes swept over Caesar, he seemed to be watching a mentally retarded.

Another roommate, Bo Chuanhuo of the Silver Wire Coil Team, was elusive and occasionally saw him live broadcasting for fans in the woods several times.

Wu Jin suddenly realized: "He... and the name of the sniper Bo Fushui in Silver Wire Curl seemed to be..."

Zoe, who was standing beside him, said coldly: "It's brother. Bo Fu's average three star blogs per day. In order to canvass votes for Bo Chuanhuo, he also sent the rich fans in the live broadcast room to create momentum."

Wu Jin was surprised.

Zoe added: "The one who walks with the same style as the thin water, the one who picks his feet, and the one who dies with a slutty man."

The summer wind blew, and Bo Chuanhuo came from the woods to deliberately lower his voice, making a male god voice: "Babys, I miss me, huh?"

Wu Jin was creepy.

Bo Chuanhuo continued: "Thank you XX for Ai Chuanhuo's big sword. Hum? I won't shout today, I can sing, what do the baby want to hear..."

Zoe quickly pulled Wu Jin away: "I'm crazy! The little Wu doesn't care about him, the good boy won't play with him!" As he taught: "This is the way for silver silk rolls, half of the six million sponsorships can be spent on marketing. The first thing to do is to recruit trainees is to look at their faces..."

He suddenly paused and looked back at Wu Jin, which was instantly pleasing to the eye.

The most beautiful face - but in our white moonlight!

If Xiaowu starts live broadcast-

I'm afraid the live broadcast room will be crowded in minutes!

Wu Jin spent the first week of the Closson show basically at two points and one line in the training room and dormitory.

After removing the aiming compensator, Wu Jin's quasi-center deviation was once again erratic, but his firing rate was steadily improved. On the ninth day of gun class - Caesar, who was well versed in Wu Jin's weak foundation, almost glared out his eyes.

Static target shooting average five rings, no off-target.

Professional sniper Zoe was also obviously surprised and convinced after reading Wu Jin's training records.

"Nine days, forty hours of static target shooting exercises, twelve hours of dynamic targets, nine hours of tactical avoidance-" Zoe looked at Caesar: "I have to go to class during the day, how many hours does he sleep a day?"

Caesar was confused: "This... I didn't see the little witch return to the dormitory..."

Zoe sighed slightly: "The little one is working hard."

After the gun class was over, trainees left the classroom one after another.

The PD of Closen Show's show came in from the back door and asked the instructor Xue Ge to borrow the fire. The two of them squatted on the ground and spit out mist, watching the replay.

"How about contestant No. 300012?" The program PD suddenly asked.

The blood pigeon was stunned: "What?"

PD uses cigarettes to dot the screen: "The one who looks good."

The blood pigeon nodded, obviously impressed, and after a while he let out a smoke ring: "Not bad."

PD smiled, according to the standards of a blood pigeon, that's pretty good.

He pinched the video and gave the editor some tips: "A close up the training time of Wu Player and his laptop... What brand of mineral water on his desk is from? Not from the sponsor?! All the trademarks are mosaiced! Don't think about being in the same frame as our little Wu if you don't take out hundreds of thousands of credit points!"

The PD of the show was full of red face and glanced at the blood pigeon again: "Player Wu has attracted a lot of investment for our show. Do you want to bring a few trainees to the interview variety show? Add Xiao Wu?"

Xue Ge shook his head, "You know, I choose trainees, and don't look at commercial value."

PD smacked his lips: "...Hi, trainee draft, you are really trying to pick the league championship. The little witch is not strong enough, and her attitude is there, she is diligent and willing to endure hardships. Isn't it a matter of time before she debuts in the league?"

Xue Ge spoke: "His qualifications can rank among the top."

Middle or upper, not top.

Xue Ge has been a professional player for 20 years and has retired for 20 years. There are countless trainees who have been in charge. Wu Jin is not the best talent in guns, but he is one of the most diligent.

He admires Wu Jin's attitude, and this kind of trainee can often go further.

But the battle royale show is far more cruel than expected.

The talent gap between players cannot be compensated by acquired efforts.

Twenty years ago, he was looking for a league player, and Wu Jin could still consider it. But twenty years later, he only wanted to bring out a league champion.

When the program PD heard the "middle and upper class", he was already clear and sighed: "Okay. Then tell me, which trainee in this class can catch your old eyes?"

Blood pigeon: "Wei Yan."

"R code entertainment," PD thought for a while: "That happened before, and the stock price fell a lot. The only one of the three S-level trainees left was Wei Yan, and the human rights organization was staring at him every day..."

Xue Ge shook his head: "I said, I only want the champion."

The rest should not be considered.

PD said oh, "What about everyone except Wei Yan?"

"The thin fire rolled with silver wire, the sniper of the white moonlight, and the red hair-" Xue Ge couldn't remember the name of the contestant for a while.

PD was happy: "Oh, I remember. That D-level trainee is very good. The way is still wild. Judging from this attitude, I will play the gangster competition underground in the past."

Xue Ge nodded: "The talent is good. Also, the person who taught him-"

He paused slightly: "The strength is at least not below me."

The PD of the show was stunned and almost dropped the cigarette butt.

On the two-week class schedule, the only math class came late.

There was a wailing in the classroom, and the trainees had to squeeze out the brain capacity from their muscles and memorize the formula. Until the end of get out of class, Caesar had not yet distinguished the derivative and division.

Wu Jin couldn't bear to put the notes to his teammates to borrow, and took them to the terminal and walked towards the sandbox room.

Caesar scribbled halfway through the scribbling, and suddenly remembered something:

"Hey, don't forget tonight at 8 o'clock-"

Looking back, there was no figure beside me.

In the sand table room where no one cares about it, the smart camera lit up the moment Wu Jin came in and circled around him.

Wu Jin touched the camera, said hello, and sat cross-legged on the map.

Twenty-four-hour knockout round.

Extremely harsh living environment.

Plus the new tips I got today:

The content of the two-hour mathematics class is not the graphical concept that Wu Jin conjectures in advance, but focuses more on number theory - that is, the "rules" in the knockout round can be quantified by numerical values, with a few or unique solutions.

In the quiet sand table room, there is only the sound of the nib passing by the pen on this book.

Wu Jin's eyebrows gathered slightly, and the amber pupils cast a soft top light.

The specific model of the knockout round cannot be inferred from the existing conditions - but it is not harmful to memorize the contour lines and scales on the map.

In the silence, the terminal suddenly sounded "drip".

7:58 pm.

Wu Jin glanced at the terminal screen and showed "The subscribed program will be broadcast in 2 minutes."

Wu Jin was about to close it, but suddenly remembered that he seemed to have only subscribed to one variety show.

Closson Show.

One episode a week and will be broadcast on time on Sunday.

Zoe specifically instructed Bai Yueguang as a family to gather together to watch it neatly.
To be continued...