Chapter 9: Scene control, sudden changes in atmosphere

Style: Science Author: Dye the roadWords: 2353Update Time: 24/02/20 14:46:08
Nine eyes fell on Xin Zhixia, but they did not make her feel any nervous.

As for the emotions mixed in her eyes, Xin Zhixia didn't care at all.

However, most of the other players are examining and exploring,

The way Qiuqiu and Xiaobai looked at Xin Zhixia was obviously completely different from others.

Qiuqiu's eyes were filled with excitement, and there was also a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The smile on Xiaobai's face had a hint of sincerity, and he didn't forget to wink at Xin Zhixia.

Hearing this, Wang Lei touched his chin, looked at Xin Zhixia with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and then smiled very kindly.

"I've never heard you speak before. What do you think? Summer Solstice."

The tone at the beginning is very normal, but when it comes to the last two words of the name, the ending sound is extremely long, which makes people feel offensive.

Xin Zhixia frowned and before she could speak, Qiuqiu next to her couldn't hold back and took the lead.

"What's wrong? No one else has spoken, can't I speak now?"

Qiuqiu naturally heard the change in Wang Lei's tone, which was weird and disgusting.

This man with greasy glasses really made her physically uncomfortable.

Wang Lei pushed up his glasses, squinted his eyes and looked at Qiuqiu, and sneered slightly, wanting to say something to refute.

But Guan Xiaoqi next to her seemed not to be aware of the atmosphere at all, or was not interested in it at all.

Concentrating on getting the answer, she looked directly at Xin Zhixia, "In theory, this is it? What kind of situation is that?"

Xin Zhixia first looked at Wang Lei and slightly curled her lips. After hearing Guan Xiaoqi's question, she then nodded slightly to her.

Seeing that Guan Xiaoqi still wanted to ask questions, Dou Shuyu seemed to suddenly realize it, and said softly, "The specific identity will definitely be based on the greatest possibility of being established theoretically. I also noticed this because of your reminder just now. "

Hearing that Dou Shuyu seemed to want to analyze, Guan Xiaoqi's attention shifted to her.

Qiuqiu looked at Dou Shuyu and couldn't help but curled his lips.

In my heart, I was very dissatisfied with this woman for cutting off Xin Zhixia's explanation.

Dou Shuyu smiled and said to everyone: "Because the condition for the establishment of Apostle Frigga is that a Bode disciple with a halo comes into contact with a Huodu disciple, so without the Huodu disciples, it would be impossible for Frigga Apostle to appear. . In other words, there will definitely be a Huodu disciple on the field who cannot become Frigga's apostle. Thinking about it this way, theoretically there must be only nine Frigga's apostles at most."

Several of them were thinking along Dou Shuyu's train of thought, and upon hearing these words, they showed expressions of sudden realization.

"Oh~ So that's it. How could it be different from the other two camps? It turns out that there can only be nine Frigga apostles at most, so it must be ranked ninth. You are so smart!"

Lu Feipeng felt suddenly enlightened after hearing the explanation, and couldn't help but praise Dou Shuyu, who had analyzed this conclusion.

When Dou Shuyu heard the praise for himself, he just pursed his lips and smiled, but there was no complacent expression on his face, and he looked very humble.

Wang Lei didn't think straight, but his expression was a little unnatural. He obviously organized everyone's discussion first, but he always felt that the situation was controlled by Dou Shuyu.

Guan Xiaoqi obviously thought about this. She nodded slightly to agree with this analysis, but she didn't feel confused or explained.

She frowned and replied: "Theoretically, it should be like this when there are nine Apostles Frigga. It's just that I don't understand why there are nine?"

The only one who didn't follow Dou Shuyu's thoughts was Qiuqiu, who was calculating the possibilities in her mind.

"Yes, I didn't figure it out either. It's really annoying. I don't know if it's because I haven't had a class in Dead Space for a long time. What I'm learning now is all given to my own teacher."

After saying these words, he finally stood up and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

Everyone's eyes followed Qiuqiu, wanting to see what this player wanted to do.

But Qiuqiu just walked to the table at the door, picked up the paper and pen on it, turned around and tilted his head and asked: "Do you want to do the math together?"

Guan Xiaoqi nodded empathetically, "Okay, please help me get one."

In the eyes of other players, the interaction between the two always seems a bit inexplicable.

"It's just studying the rules and gameplay, why has it turned into a computing conference now?" Yuanwu scratched his head and spoke weakly.

In terms of mental ability, he is really lacking.

Fanchen frowned, puzzled, "What's this for? It's completely useless."

Wang Lei's eyes lit up, he pushed up his glasses, and went the other way, agreeing with Qiuqiu's statement.

"Okay, anyway, the NPC hasn't appeared yet, and the identity cards haven't been issued yet. There's nothing to do now, so it's a good thing for everyone to use their brains together."

Qiuqiu shrugged and simply took all the paper and pen over.

The arrangement of each dungeon scene is more or less in line with the progress of the game, so the number of papers and pens on the table is exactly ten.

After taking the paper and pen, she put them on the table in the middle so that anyone who was willing could take them directly.

Guan Xiaoqi and Qiuqiu didn't know what their mentality was, they just wanted to get into trouble and make a calculation.

Since Wang Lei agreed verbally, he naturally followed suit, and he calmly took the paper and pen.

It's just that this wasn't the focus of my mind, so I didn't start making calculations immediately.

Wan Xin and Yuan Wu also silently went up to get the calculation tools.

Dou Shuyu watched this scene in silence, but did not choose to refuse and stood up to get it.

People more or less have a herd mentality.

Fanchen and Lu Feipeng first glanced at the people who had started writing, then pursed their lips and followed suit.

So in the blink of an eye, only Xin Zhixia and Xiaobai were left with paper and pens on the table.

Xin Zhixia tilted her head and looked at Xiaobai, only to see him holding his chin and looking at everyone, as if he was staying away from the incident.

"You're not going to get it?"

When Xiaobai heard Xin Zhixia's words, he turned around and looked back, then with a big smile on his face, he nodded and went to get the paper and pen.

He also helped Xin Zhixia get it with great enthusiasm.

"Hey, sister, here you go."

Xin Zhixia took the paper and pen and thanked them, but did not choose to write.

The next second, there was only the rustling sound of pen and paper rubbing against each other in the hall.

Almost everyone is writing, and some people are writing vigorously, looking very fascinated.

Some people seem to be absent-minded and just write and draw casually and follow the crowd.

Xin Zhixia leaned on the back of her chair, holding her chin with her left hand, and put her right hand on the table to spin her pen.

Xin Zhixia did not expect this sudden change in the atmosphere, but she had nothing to worry about.

The system efficiency of this copy is comparable to a disaster, and the NPC did not appear. Maybe it was just to create this kind of scene.

Xin Zhixia glanced around and found that Xiaobai, like her, had not written at all.

Xiaobai saw that she still had an extraordinarily innocent smile on her face. He leaned close to her and whispered, "I can turn the pen, but I can't move it. I'm very bad at math."

Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows, and before she could reply, she saw Xiaobai pick up the pen.

Then, as if he wanted to prove his pen-turning ability, he turned his pen in a serious and fancy way while looking at Xin Zhixia with raised eyebrows.

It's like saying: I didn't lie to you, I'm very good at pen-turning, please praise me.