That was by no means the most lively anniversary in the history of Endless City. Can't say that. Because just like the basic principle that has been emphasized countless times: once you have infinity, you have no "most" - unless you still have "boundary". Of course, being bounded is also very important. Unbounded things will become uncountable and infinite, and that is not something that city residents want to imagine.
However, if one were not so concerned about the rigor of the wording, one could totally use “wonderful” to describe the joyful scene of that day. There are interesting things worth writing about in every square. If this infinite day is broken into pieces, it can become infinite days and nights. Countless sugar and rice duels took place here. Sometimes it’s a two-person fight, sometimes it’s a multi-player melee. The battles were all extremely fierce. Fortunately, there was an immortal cat in each square who was in charge of presiding over it. Therefore, no matter how many saucers were flying or the bizarre and demanding performance requirements were met, it can be said that the duelists had a high probability of being safe. Yes. It cannot be said that there is absolutely none. This is the same as the reason why there is no "most".
During the duel, the golden lake in the sky turned into a clear and translucent projector, allowing even the guests sitting farthest away to clearly see the duel process. The host's passionate narration emanates from every morning glory and speaks in at least a hundred different languages. It pops out syllables as fast as a bullet, but it can be heard clearly.
"Brilliant!" the leash cat shouted, and then changed to another language, "What wonderful dance steps! What dexterity! Such passion like a storm! And the precision and fierceness of the deadly hunter! Oh! And there are His unyielding opponent! Everyone! We have truly encountered the most exciting duel!"
None of the guests questioned whether his choice of words was exaggerated. Everyone cheered. Yes, it's a great game. A banquet duel between two suitors, in order to compete for the right to get married. But in fact, the wedding will not take place - historically, impromptu weddings have always been on the day after the banquet, and as all city residents are told, the anniversary held by the Ethical House will never More than one day. Never cross midnight, because midnight represents the clearing.
Yes, this is a free duel, a pure dedication, because the winner of the duel has no chance to see the queen in history. Why are they sweating? Why fight so hard at the dinner table? No longer for the beauty and majesty of the King of the Universe, or for any of the rewards she generously bestows. The duel at this moment was pure and noble. An expression and proof of oneself - this is the spirit of competition!
The guests were extremely moved. They cheered for the two duelists who went all out, and marveled at the Red Tornado Fighter's attack as fierce as a rainstorm - the leash cat gave him this name, obviously still brooding over the failed lightning transformation just now - Despite being at a disadvantage, the Breadstick Knight stood tenaciously on the dining table, or to be precise, danced on the dining table.
Anyone can see how strong his opponent is, he is simply possessed by ghosts and gods. Any dance of four beats or eight hundred beats is turned into sixteen beats or even thirty-two beats. At the same time, he danced so neatly and beautifully, with perfect posture, and there was no doubt that he had the murderous aura to beat his opponent to pieces. His long sleeves swept across the table like a dragon, sweeping away all the dishes that met the specified requirements like a flood, and then catapulted them all into the opponent's face like a slingshot. Even the tips of his hair revealed ferocity.
"What a terrible desire to attack! What an urgent desire to win!" The leash cat shouted in a big circle in the air, "Look at this uncontrollable beast! Now we are six hundred points ahead! Our bread sticks Is there still hope for the Cavaliers? Will the next project be his turning point! Let's give it a try! The next project is to sing along! Sing along, guys! Now your movements must follow the singing voice. Sing whatever rhythm you want. It’s up to you, but you have to sing it, and then forcefully stuff the syrup into your opponent’s mouth! Sing it! Otherwise, all your actions will not score!”
This is a classic project that was even specially introduced on the notice sheet of Ethics House. Toba was certain that Wei had been prepared. During the more than three hundred repeated deaths, he had accumulated a considerable amount of knowledge about the boy. It noticed that Wei had opened his lips slightly when the host shouted the word "sing along". He had undoubtedly prepared a fast song suitable for attack in advance, but before he had time to grab a cup of dipping syrup, his opponent had already approached him in the blink of an eye and slammed him into the chocolate lava basin next to him. The point is valid because his opponent is also singing.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak! The audience can only catch such a series of syllables. The vibrating breath sound is as fast as a laser gun! But it was indeed a song, and all the guests could hear its rhythm and rhythm from the morning glory. Yet it is as fast as lightning! A lightning squeak song! The roaring sound of the leash cat echoed throughout the square! What an invincible execution song!
The Red Tornado Warriors advanced with great success. His body looks relatively primitive, but when he jumps and moves, it looks like he has a pair of spring-loaded feet. Uh-huh! He appears at this table. Uh-huh! He was at the table again. At the furthest point, he almost reached the end of the square! And wherever he went, all the syrup pots and cups disappeared without a trace. They were swept away by his tentacle-like sleeves. Guests couldn't even see how they disappeared under the fabric and how they managed to keep from tipping over and leaking out.
This must be a well-designed mechanism, perhaps some kind of quick-freezing device, or a highly viscous substance. But no matter what method he used, it looked very clever. The guests were all amazed and amazed, but since the Red Tornado's advantage was so obvious, they spent more energy cheering for the lagging side.
Although the disadvantage has become irreversible, Wei still did not give up during this period. He persisted in completing every action as required, trying to catch the red phantom floating on the dining table. catch him! catch him! catch him! The guests tried every means to assist him, informing him of the opponent's position at the moment, and even took the initiative to put away the dishes that met the scoring criteria when the red whirlwind passed by, lest they become ammunition for attacking the Breadstick Knight.
This is certainly not fair according to the rules, but no one seems to have an objection to this. Even Toba quietly moved the plates when Wei passed by his table so that he could reach the dishes he needed more easily - Wei had no chance of winning anyway, it told himself. As long as the end result remains the same, the butler can spruce up the breadsticks a bit in tonight's entertainment program.
"Idiot!" it heard a shrill voice say next to it, "Catch him! Kill him!"
This might just be an exaggerated way of encouragement, but Toba still looked at the speaker subconsciously. He found the white kitten still sitting on top of his neighbor's head. At this moment, the kitten seemed to have lost interest in the mixed mint dessert, and was concentrating on watching the game, with a cold light shining in its topaz-like single eye. Whenever Wei misses an opportunity, his fluffy hair stands on end in annoyance.
Toba unconsciously forgot about the duel at the dinner table. It couldn't help but pay attention to the strange kitten, secretly observing its every movement and posture, as well as the black cloth eye mask and the reflection of the lenses faintly exposed under the overly roomy coat. It's all so weird. It monitors the other party more closely and vigilantly.
Suddenly, the kitten stood up from above his seatmate.
"Hey! You loser with a stick!" he shouted, "I'll teach you how to win!"
Even if the scene is noisy, its high-pitched voice has a unique penetrating power. Wei heard what it said and looked at it in surprise between songs. He and the kitten looked at each other. No one among the guests knew what he saw, but he suddenly stopped.
The kitten raised a front paw. Until then Toba discovered that its claw sleeves were different from others. There were several small holes above the sharp edge - those were the muzzles of Wei's gun aimed at him.
Gunfire rang out at that moment. Not many people hear it. And for those who had a close relationship with Wei, almost most of them missed that moment of life and death.
What are they doing? It's all the little things. Wei Bi was knitting in the house, waiting for Wei to come back to inform her of the victory; Neva was also attending the anniversary, but could not stay in the same square as Wei; Yi was giggling at a funny remark made by the leash cat. Finally there was one person who was special to Vee. This person did not attend the anniversary, but he also did not stay in his house.
In the front hall of house No. 3050, Ji Xun sat on a chair against the wall, quietly looking at the woman coming out of the inner room. She was plump, more than three times taller than he was now, and had a striking pair of wide outer ears. When she pushed aside her navy blue hair and looked at him with her pink eyes, the first terrible gunshot was heard at the banquet where the guests were reveling.
The woman with pink eyes smiled slightly proudly, showing a master-like air. She was light on her feet and haughty in her manner.
"Day and night," she said slowly, "day after day, in this city, the story never ends. For those who lack strength, this is the eternity they dream of."
Ji Xun put his hands on his knees and gave her a faint smile. He didn't show any surprise, nor was he pretending to be calm.
"How should I call you?" said the woman with pink eyes, "Doctor? Or Ji Xun?"
"If you want a reliable name," Ji Xun replied, "0305 is a common name."
"Well, I think you know who I am too."
"Yes. I am not forgetful." Ji Xun replied, "Before entering here, I personally performed the nerve current clearing on you. In addition, I also heard about your deeds from your son. People I call you the most beautiful immortal person. Earlier, you were the main architect of the slicer algorithm and the founder of the endless computing system. Regarding your original full name——"
"Mr. Ji Xun," the woman said, "you can call me Jules."
