Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

More than 200,000 square metres in the nest.

The rotten shadow spreads along with the white fog flowing from the top of the hotel and the corner.

Before standing on the back stage of the gym control system, looking closely at Liu Liu who monitors the paintings on the computer screen, it’s always a long breath.

Just a few days left is the celebration of the country.

Without accident, it’s probably the last rehearsal on the ground.

Fortunately, the accident did not appear and the programme was perfectly effective to meet the expectations.

The images of 21 broad-based cameras randomly distributed in the theatre are so clear and consistent. It was surprising to be surprised that the staff sitting in the field gymnasium, who served as audiences, had also been completely affected by the light changes in their situation.

Always standing behind Liu Wei, the twin boxing of the Eugene waves trembling and suddenly took a few shots like drums. Wu is standing next to the leadership drum, and even comes back to his senses from the gods.

Papa!

The control room was a piece of applause and lasted for a minute.

Until the applause stops, I don’t know how to divulge the emotional Eurotic wind in my heart, and all the excitement is blown out in that dumb and shaking voice.

“Perfect!”

“This is definitely the perfect show I’ve ever seen!”

Before the rehearsal, he had some problems, fearing that the Liu Lung had used the equipment for the first time, without photographing experience, might not be able to fully demonstrate the advantages of the entire system with regard to special effects.

But now it seems that his fears are purely redundant, not to mention a satisfactory reply to the people of the country, but only to fear that, after the end of this celebration, all the world will give them an envious look.

“It’s all done.”

Raise your arm and wipe the sweatwater in front of it, and Liu’s face shows a smile like a heavy and pleasant one, opening up a joke.

“Do you think this will take the head of the soldiers?”

He thought he’d get a positive answer from the CEO, but he didn’t think the CEO had a delicate look on his face after laughing.

“This is still a bit difficult.”

Kind of hard?

Liu Lung’s weird to look at him.

“Why?”

“And the whole projection is full of projection, and it’s not true, and it’s not true in the army…” The Euphoon coughed and said, “Do you think there’s no shadow of a landlord?”

…

Nanjing Institute of Higher Studies.

Lu Zhou, sitting in the Office of the President, called home empty.

“Dad, have you been free lately?”

“Your father is empty every day. What’s the matter?”

It’s a familiar voice on the phone, and it’s hidden in background, and it hears the news from the news broadcasters. Without an accident, Dad and the wife should be eating.

Though the old lady cooked the food, Lu Zhou, who hasn’t eaten dinner, had to be hungry. It’s like he smells that smell on the phone, and he’s no longer cold with his father, straight to the right question.

“Are you going to go to Tokyo?”

LandZhou State stopped the chopsticks and put attention on the phone.

“Go to Tokyo for what.”

“Look at the soldiers.”

“The past few years have seen it, and this year will not go.”

“This year is different!”

When I heard that, Zhou State Houston had fun, said it.

“What’s the difference? No, they’re all kicking right? When your father was young, he was trained by militias in the factory, not kicked in the playground.”

Deeply felt the intergenerational divide between the two generations, Lu Zhou sighed, saying,

“Well, anyway, I bought you tickets, and you think it’s a tour, come and play for two days.”

“You son of a bitch, who’s the father again? Okay, I’ll go with your mother. You’re alone out there, livelod, take care of yourself, don’t go to Tokyo, you don’t find him, you’re skinny.”

Although it’s like complaining, Lu Zhou can hear it, Dad is quite happy, or he won’t talk to him with a smiling tone.

In the life of a human being, besides being warm, joy is forced.

Though lazy in your mouth, as only one after another person in their factory qualified to sit at the special table, Dad would be surprised if he could release the bull’s capital.

See Dad promised to come down, Lu Zhou was on the phone laughed, and a joke was made.

“No way, I’ve tried, but this is how physique eats nothing fat.”

“Come on, you can eat well every day, and I’ll thank God. I guess you haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Are you guessing this?”

“Oh, why don’t I be your father?” LandZhou State laughed, “No more bullshit, you’re going to eat dinner, I’m going to go!”

Just as Lu Zhou hangs up the phone and is preparing to go to canteen to settle the next dinner, a public information video on the national celebration has appeared on the Internet’s main platforms through official accounts of various central media.

Video’s entitled “We”, about 30 seconds long.

However, in less than thirty minutes, the full platform’s broadcasting was breakthrough 30 million and was approaching the threshold of 50,000.

In the video, it’s an old coal train. In the slow rhyme of the sound, black chimney swallowed grey smoke, pushed old trains and walked on a dry field.

The words of the Wu Railway, which float from the paintings, are as flash as they are, together with the helicopter shocks and gunfire from the far side, bound to be on the deck like that rotting wood.

Firearms are gradually growing and becoming increasingly sophisticated, and eventually far away, becoming the laugh of the children, and corrupt plates are becoming modern “top-down” after a steel passes through a ramp.

At this moment, the camera began to be pulled into the sky.

Immediately, the shock appeared.

When the mirror is moving faster and faster, through the clouds, through the atmosphere, just as everyone thinks that the next scene will be space, there is a gym in the eyes of people.

Yeah, that’s the gym.

It’s like a century of change, and it’s all over a house.

There

is nothing wrong with the title of the picture, which belongs to the shadow of the last century, to the voice of the last century, to all the memories of the past, and has been returned in the miracle of the falsehood and in the sound of the past.

Where’s the prophecy?

This mirror!

This is a show of strength!

This visual and audiovisual shock!

We’ve hung up a lot of national films, all right?

Of course, there is no discussion here about the theatre.

After all, what’s the story of the 30-second prophecy? Just put it out to those who look forward to this episode, scratch it all in their heart.

In fact, the photographer predicted Liu’s guidebook and did succeed.

Almost no vacuum, just less than an hour after the prophecy was released, the online heat on this celebration show, which is about to be celebrated on that day, has been completely detonated!