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    "The countdown has begun, please gather near the starting line."

    "30"

    "29"

    "28"

    Mo Xiaoyao found that a red barrier was slowly rising near the starting line, while the blue barrier around the small stage she was on had disappeared. There were several metal fences that could have been climbed up to her waist. Stop after the position and surround the entire small stage.

    Leyin held the drumstick in a standard way, Jiang Yan also put two slender and powerful hands on the keyboard, Mo Xiaoyao pursed his lips, put the bass strap around his neck and pressed it against him. On the black and white plaid cotton shirt.

    Tentatively, the music beat a most basic rhythm, and the three felt their feet move, and the small stage began to slide to the left front at a speed of no more than 5 miles.

    Yueyin said honestly, "We're afraid we're going to get cold at this speed."

    Mo Xiaoyao lowered his head and fiddled with the bass in his hand, pressing his fingers on the four cold thick strings, feeling a little dazed. She hadn't touched this thing for about 6 years, and since the parents said that she was 18 years old and should be responsible for her future life, she never returned to that so-called home.

    Of course, he never touched the bass that had long since become his younger brother and sister's new toy.

    After trying to play the first measure of "Let's Swing the Sculls", Mo Xiaoyao found that the front of the small stage, where the microphone was, turned to the direction of her bass position.

    Turning around, the bass handle is facing to the right, and the stage rotates with it, apparently this is how the so-called bass guitarist controls the direction.

    "15"

    "14"

    "13"

    There was already a noisy roar on the track, and all those who could drive, those who could not drive, those with reels, and those without reels, all gathered near the starting line.

    With Leyin and Jiang Yan's attempts, the small stage also floated past, but it didn't get a good position and stopped in the middle of the outer ring.

    Behind the more than 20 cars, there were a group of people walking by on their own two legs. They either cursed in resentment or cried in despair. 's car climbs.

    A woman was squeezed beside Mo Xiaoyao, holding a child who looked only 3 or 4 years old in her arms. At this time, the small stage floated up a certain distance because there was no restraint. It was about the position of the woman's shoulders. She obviously couldn't climb up by her own strength.

    "Please, help me." The woman begged, holding the child over her shoulders, hoping that the people above could help.

    The closest person was Jiang Yan, but the man just stared intently at the keyboard in front of him, not even looking at the woman. Leyin's position was troublesome, he had to bypass Jiang Yan to get close to the woman, so he turned his attention to Mo Xiaoyao for help.

    Mo Xiaoyao couldn't bear the pleading eyes of the warm man Golden Retriever for a long time. He stepped on the large cartoon slippers given to her by the music, and hung a heavy bass. With a little effort, he walked to the woman's side and stretched out to the lifted child. Hand, and then stopped after the fingertips touched an invisible barrier.

    The woman looked at Mo Xiaoyao in puzzlement, and then pushed the child up with all her might, her voice full of anxious pleading, "Sister, help me, take the child first, the time is up."

    Mo Xiaoyao half bent over and looked at the woman, Beth was still affected by the gravitational pull of the earth, which no longer existed, and swayed back and forth in front of her chest, "There is something blocking me, I can't accept this child, you can try it yourself. "After that, she straightened up and walked back to her original position, ignoring the stunned and panic-stricken woman and her child.

    If Leyin hadn't lent her comfortable shoes first, Mo Xiaoyao would have ignored Leyin's request for help, let alone approached the woman, even if she looked pitiful.

    When Mo Xiaoyao was still full of blood, he helped a person who had nothing to do with her out of sympathy, but as a result, Mo Xiaoyao lost her most important friend, and also suffered from mild tsd. It's called post-traumatic stress disorder.

    To put it simply, after that, her interest in participating in important activities decreased significantly, she distanced herself from the relationship with unfamiliar people, and did not even look forward to her future life.

    Her former friends and colleagues are fine, she can still communicate with others normally, and she looks no different from normal people. But outside, especially on commuting vehicles, she is completely a stranger to her.

    Fortunately, this society is developing rapidly, and there are many restaurants such as mobile phone ordering. Mo Xiaoyao can complete her food plan without talking to anyone.

    She also went to see a psychiatrist for this and received several courses of treatment, but the results were minimal. The biggest gain was that Mo Xiaoyao saw it.

    If you are sick, you will be sick, and you won't die. Isn't it just that you don't take the initiative to talk to strangers, and she can't even reach the level of social fear. It's not that she is afraid of talking to strangers, but she has no interest in talking to strangers at all, but as long as the other party shows her kindness to her first, she can accept it without any burden, and no longer puts people in the range of strangers.

    It was as if the music had let her wear her own shoes before.

    Mo Xiaoyao's voice was not loud, but everyone heard what she said just now. Jiang Yan immediately raised his head and walked to the edge of the small stage to try. The possibility of lying to him is just a pity for the mother and son underneath.

    "5"

    "4"

    "3"

    As the countdown approached, the woman frantically wanted to bring the child up, but no matter how she tossed, the invisible barrier kept blocking her behavior, making everything she did was useless.

    Jiang Yan, after testing the existence of the barrier, has already walked back to his position, waiting for the final start.

    "2"

    Jiang Yan put his hands on the keyboard.

    "1"

    Tone gripped the drumsticks tightly.

    "Game start"

    With a piercing whistle, the red barrier on the starting line instantly shattered into particles and dissipated in the air. All kinds of strange-shaped cars rushed forward, lest someone accidentally be pushed behind.

    Mo Xiaoyao's small stage is the one that falls behind, only a little better than the person who runs forward on two legs. She even saw that the woman with the child also ran past them and looked back. There was undisguised happiness in his eyes.

    Is it fortunate that the barrier blocked her, so she didn't get on this classic snail car?

    Mo Xiaoyao didn't know what the woman was thinking, but he knew that they should hurry up.

    Fortunately, this embarrassing situation only lasted for more than 10 seconds, and Leyin and Jiang Yan found a way to cooperate and move forward. The speed of the small stage suddenly accelerated. Quickly outpaced those doomed to be eliminated.

    The original track was flat and wide, with some ups and downs at most. As the cooperation between the two became more and more proficient, the speed of the small stage also reached a new level.

    It is estimated that there are 120 miles. Mo Xiaoyao stared at the road ahead while thinking about it. She can be said to be the most leisurely among the three now. The flat road seems to have no boundaries. If it continues like this, she feels that she doesn't need her at all. Steering bass player.

    "Don't be careless."

    Jiang Yan suddenly opened his mouth, his fingers mechanically repeated the song "Let's Swing the Sculls" on the keyboard, but his eyes were fixed on the front.

    "Well. You practice more."

    Mo Xiaoyao responded and reminded again, his fingers skillfully fiddled with the strings, and the rhythm and melody of the keyboard and drums echoed with his soul-shaking bass.

    No need for Jiang Yan's reminder, Mo Xiaoyao also knew that this game would not be so easy to outpace anyone. After she was too lazy to communicate with others, she spent almost all her spare time on watching dramas and playing stand-alone games.

    Mo Xiaoyao has enough reasons to suspect that this flat road is similar to the novice teaching level in the game, in order to allow the racers to better familiarize themselves with their cars in order to deal with the subsequent official levels.

    So she tried it just now. If she stopped after a measure, she could control the direction for about 20 seconds. But if she keeps playing uninterrupted, in addition to being in control all the time, she will feel very flexible.

    Flexible enough to even play a drift with the brakes.

    After thinking about it, Mo Xiaoyao said, anyway, these two people took the initiative to talk to her, and they were grasshoppers on a rope. According to the relationship, they should be regarded as colleagues, not strangers.

    Leyin's eyes lit up immediately, "Try it"

    Jiang Yan calculated the distance with the front team and the back team in his mind, and agreed with this proposal.

    Then, in a strange way, the little stage began its performance on the flat road.

    After 4 minutes, Jiang Yan called off the exercise, and when he looked back, he could already see that people who were good at running were already catching up. Fortunately, at this time, the three of them had already figured out the doorway and standardized the password for cooperation. If they really needed to use it later, they could use it first.

    Then, Leyin and Jiang Yan buried their heads in time to hurry, and once again threw away the distance from the back team. Just as they could see the end of the line of cars ahead, a screeching screeching sound that made goosebumps all over suddenly came from the fog beside the road.

    Immediately afterwards, a monster about 1 meter tall unexpectedly sprang out from the left rear of the small stage.

    Its skin was glowing with a metallic sheen, and its head was triangular, and it was impossible to see where its eyes were, only a mouthpart full of sharp teeth opened and closed with a hissing sound.

    After the monster came out, it immediately locked on the small stage closest to it as the first target, and then landed on all fours, running in an extremely fast zigzag, three jumps and three jumps, and then caught up with Mo Xiaoyao and the others.

    The author has something to say to thank the readers for "liking", Irrigation Nutrient Solution 3

    Thanks to the reader "Tian Jiu Jiu", irrigation nutrient solution 27

    s A fever or something on the first day of the new year definitely means that after this time, I will not get sick this year.

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