Mr. Ji's morning star

Chapter 495 How is it possible!

"I love unknown challenges more."

Sean's words reached Hill's ears.

Just this one sentence successfully overturned all of Hill's previous remarks.

Everything he said before was known, planned, and had a well-designed ending.

Sean's so-called unknown means that the ending is not yet determined, and the challenge shows that it is difficult. It is not a smooth road that has been paved long ago, just waiting for people to reach the end.

"So the theme of 'war' was really an accident?"

"It's not an accident."

Hill was taken aback.

Sean smiled and said, "This is the title I gave."

Hill: "...Nancy wasn't prepared?"

"No." Sean said.

Hill: "..."

Even if he faced such a situation, he couldn't help being speechless for a while.

Is this helping Nancy, or deliberately trying to harm her?
The previous momentum has become a heavy burden when it comes to the unprepared battlefield.

Once Nancy fails to win, or if she wins not beautifully enough, then even if this burden cannot crush her to death, it will become a huge stain on her life path.

Hill fell silent for a moment.

Sean said: "You stayed and sat here, you didn't just want to ask me these questions."

Hill was very frank this time, "I'm spying on you."

Personal surveillance to prevent Sean from secretly helping Nancy.

Originally, in his opinion, the game lacked fairness, how could he continue to let Xiao En continue to operate privately?

In the end, the truth of the pursuit made Hill complicated.

If what Sean said is the truth, then it is reasonable for Sean to help Nancy now.

Hill looked at Nancy.

He had been chatting with Sean for so long, but he still hadn't heard Nancy's creative voice.

"Seven minutes and 31 seconds left." Hill murmured.

There was no response from the side, and Hill turned to Sean and said, "Aren't you worried?"

After Sean and Hill looked at each other for a few seconds, they whispered, "You are more arrogant than before."

Hill's face tensed.

Sean's words did not soften in the slightest, "If you recognize Nancy's excellence, you won't ask me again and again."

"You are better than before, so you don't want to believe that there are people better than you in this world."

"You think she's better than me." Hill's tone didn't seem to change, but when he listened carefully, he could feel it was deeper than usual.

This shows that Hill cares about Sean's words and is angry.

Sean said, "I chose her."

Hill Muran.

Yes.

Sean chose Nancy, but not him.

This has proven everything.

His answer was already clear.

Hill's golden pupils were finally no longer calm.

Like the sun at noon, it exudes scorching light.

"Since you said so, then I will try to agree with her." Hill's low tone was no longer concealed, "You have provoked a troublesome enemy for her, do you understand?"

Because of Sean's straightforward and offensive words, he put Nancy in his eyes and put them on the list of people who must be defeated.

Because only by defeating Nancy can Sean be proved wrong most directly, he is better than Nancy.

Sean said, "She'll be happy about it."

Sean said firmly: "Because she, like me, is eager for challenges."

"Then enjoy the thrill of victory." Sean smiled.

Hill pursed his lips, then relaxed slightly.

He silently read the time: "Four minutes..."

"Click." A sound stopped Hill's timekeeping, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

There, just as Nancy put down her earphones, she stretched her body, stood up for a while, and then spread her hands, showing a completely relaxed and lazy posture.

It's just that her eyes are bright and her smile is full of sunshine. Seeing her like this, even Hill was slightly taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, a thought flashed through my mind: there was a radiant aura on her body, full of vitality and hope.

This is a very rare temperament of modern people, especially Orientals.

Even for him, Shi Chang was described as an existence with a holy light.

But that was only the light brought by her appearance and temperament, without the vitality of her body.

Hill also thought of an adjective, which is an adjective from the East, aura.

People who are exactly the same in beauty, those who have aura and those who are dull are completely different, and they can be easily distinguished.

"Teacher, are you done!?" Pooh was the most impatient.

He was already suffocated.

Sean and Hill are chatting.

He really kept holding his breath, quietly watching Nancy's creation operation.

That's how he saw what Nancy did with his own eyes.

Even if he couldn't hear the sound, Pooh knew to some extent that Nancy's creation this time would definitely be amazing.

"Yeah." Nancy didn't hold back.

She turned on the stereo, and it was no longer just heard through the earphones, but played externally.

At the beginning of the music, everyone in the room was stunned, and then there was no other sound except the music.

Hill's reaction was both the biggest and the smallest, and he couldn't find it unless he looked carefully, but in fact his body was already tense, his golden pupils constricted, and then he recovered slowly, indicating that he had just received a huge shock in an instant .

Even though he recovered now, Hill still couldn't calm down.

As long as this movement is not over, he will not be able to calm down at all.

At this time, no one paid attention to his reaction, and what was heard in his ears was the tense, heavy music that made people hold their breath unconsciously and his chest was tight.I can't wait to scream, but hold back deeply, as if if I scream out, something will be disturbed, or something will collapse.

The heavy rhythm of electronic music, and then gradually strengthened, made the sense of oppression sweeping like a storm, and the strong sensory stimulation drew everyone at the scene into the vortex of music.

This is a battle song, without a doubt, full of the uneasy and uneasy atmosphere of war.However, when you think that war is destruction, the changing rhythm of the middle part inspires a lot of blood, as if burning the blood, and what appears in front of you is the smoke of war and the bravery of the soldiers who are not afraid of life and death.

Exciting, grand, and deep.

Hill's hand hanging in the air slowly lowered, then slowly tightened, and then slowly let go.

He felt the sweat in his palms.

He tried hard to restrain the expression on his face.

However, the depths of my mind have long been shouting crazily: This piece of music has reached the epic level!
Hill suddenly looked at Sean, opened his eyes completely, and looked at Sean with what could be called a stare.

For Hill, this was already considered a gaffe.

Sean in his line of sight was smiling, his squinted eyes looked a little fascinated, and he was in a trance.

This is not the expected expression.

Hill couldn't fool himself.

So what Sean said before is true.

--how can that be possible! ?

——For half an hour, create epic war music.

--How can this be.

(End of this chapter)