Chart Topper Queen

audience:……

Mr. A, the consul, walked into the door of the bar with brisk steps. In this bar, there is no riotous dance, no explosive rock music, some are just the low-pitched songs of the resident singers. The dim and ambiguous overhead lights on the dance floor sprinkle on the faces of every drunk person. arouse each other's desires.

The Archon did not remember who recommended this bar or what the theme was, but seeing this slow-paced and emotional place, he sighed deeply.

No fun.

On the contrary, it was the audience. There were not many people who were originally interested in the bars of the Chess World, but now they were all interested in the red players who he said would "play" with him.

[Let's guess, if the people from the red square come, what will their identity be? ]

[The male bartender at nine o'clock has been watching the streamer, suspiciously. ]

[Ha, that bartender is probably the one who wants to hunt for beauty. ]

[Don't say, our consul really has a bit of abstinence temperament...]

Mr. Archon kept his expression unchanged, shaking the red wine lightly in his hand, "Stop, I don't like men, thank you for the compliment. And the audience's eyes may not be very good, like this kind of undisguised, direct look The person who is following you will not be the red side. To find the opponent's player in such an occasion, of course—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a blond girl suddenly bumped into his arms, spilling a glass of wine in front of his shirt.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to."

The girl hurriedly backed away, raising her cuff to help him wipe the wine stains on his chest.

[Of course what? ]

With a playful expression, he finished speaking to the audience, "Of course he is looking for someone who pretends to be an ignorant passerby, but behaves unreasonably."

After speaking, he gently but firmly pushed the girl's wrist away, "I'm fine."

"This..." The girl raised her head, her beautiful face revealed in front of him, with a worried expression, "I am very sorry for disturbing your rest time. If you can, could you please leave your address or account so that I can make up for it? ?"

Mr. Consul smiled: "No need, being able to meet this beautiful young lady is the best compensation."

The girl looked at it with a sigh of relief, "But your clothes need to be changed." She looked left and right, summoned the waiter in one direction, and asked him to bring the consul to the lounge to change. As she said that, her expression stopped, and she asked him nervously, "You won't refuse, will you?"

"of course not."

The Archon smiled realistically: "You helped me."

The girl felt that it was her own fault, so she did not leave rashly, and accompanied the consul to the lounge. On the way, the two chatted on a topic, and they gradually talked very happily.

The more the consul's face smiles, the brighter the girl's smile is.

The second floor of the bar has the operator's private lounge. Mr. A, the consul, is a distinguished guest, and the waiter will lead them upstairs after a brief request.

When they got to the lounge, the two stopped talking, and they still felt unfinished. The girl said that she was waiting for him in the lounge before the consul entered the dressing room.

The locker room is small and dimly lit. The waiter turned on the light, and a beam of light shot down from the top of the head and gathered on the top of the consul's head. This ambiguous light is also for the men and women whose hormones attract each other.

The beam of light gathered a scorching temperature above his head, the Archon stepped back, and the light dripped from his eyelids.

Under the light, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

But before squinting, for a moment, his eyeballs had a special change.

"Feel sorry."

The waiter noticed his discomfort and, while apologizing to him, flipped the switch on another light.

In just a few seconds, the spotlight above his head was still on, but the white lights in the four corners were lit together with it, illuminating the dressing room as if it were daylight.

From beginning to end, the waiter only said this sentence.

But before he left, Mr. Consul suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Wait..."

The waiter was caught off guard and pushed against the wall of the locker room.

The consul raised his face, his face was ordinary, his facial features were pale as a whole, and there was no blood on his lips. It was an appearance that was not easy to be found in a crowd, and could only be called delicate.

"This gentleman?"

During the live broadcast of Mr. Consul, the sky was ridiculed for a moment:

[Not interested in men? ]

[I think it's because I'm not interested in comparing my handsome men. ]

"Shh."

The consul stopped the voice in his head, he gradually got closer to the waiter, brushed his thumb against the pale lips of the other party, and squinted slightly, "Girl?"

The complexion powder between the waiter's lips was wiped away, revealing the pink lips.

Her voice is clean, but if you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of sweetness, which is uniquely soft for girls.

The waiter's pupils shrank suddenly, revealing the fear of the truth being revealed. Her frightened eyes are particularly beautiful, making people suspect that in addition to the color of her lips, she also covers other facial features.

And when a person hides himself, he has his own purpose.

"Since it's a girl, why are you dressed like this?" The Consul's tone was dangerous.

"Because...because there will be drunk guests..." Her horrified eyes reflected him, tears in her eyes, and her words trembled slightly, "Like you..."

The consul was taken aback: "Me? What?"

Her eyes fell on him, every glance reminding him of the strangeness of his actions now.

"The lady was waiting outside just now..." She seemed to want to protect herself by reminding him, but after spitting out half a sentence, she lowered her eyes timidly, "If you really want to, can you, can you come? Upstairs guest room, don't be here..."

The consul noticed her back to back hand, he turned sideways, and his eyes were slightly wrong, only to realize that her fingernails were scratching the wall, and the fingernails of the index and middle fingers had tiny invisible white wall powder, which could be seen from the Since she was pressed against the wall, she was so nervous that she scratched the wall to relieve her.

He looked at the platform shoes on her feet again, and deliberately raised his figure, which was something he could see at a glance.

He began to recall why he hadn't noticed her just now.

Her hat hides her hair, and she keeps her head down as a waiter to lead them, plus his attention is on the blond girl along the way, and he wants to contradict the other party's information, so he ignores her gender .

To put it simply, her disguise is not confusing to the player, but he just paid too much attention to other information and ignored her, so it was his own mistake.

What to say?

This is just indigenous wisdom.

The consul had dispelled the doubts in his heart, and at this moment, screams sounded outside, and then, the noise of the chaos of the army bombarded their eardrums continuously.

problem occurs.

He immediately let go of the waiter and walked out of the locker room. The blonde girl who had been waiting outside responded calmly, and the consul asked her, "What's going on?"

"I didn't open the door to check."

The consul suddenly thought of something and frowned.

In fact, he came with a mission today, the red player is just a adjustment, and there is a really important purpose. At the banquet, he had already been eyeing several suspicious people, and in order to prevent the people from the red party from discovering, he led them away in person. Unexpectedly, such a movement was still made. I don't know if this group of people is too powerful, or the level of functional chess that I bought is too low.

The riot in the hall came from the smoke and dust from the explosion, and the smell of blood wafted through it. There was an attack at City Hall, but it happened again, people were caught in a panic of a 100% fatal epidemic, and the scene was chaotic.

The Archon put on the equipment he had prepared in advance, separated the dust, and searched for a circle in the harsh environment, only to find that not only his functional chess was gone, but also one of the suspicious characters he had delineated.

And the blonde girl in the lounge was still there. She didn't go to check the chaos in the hall, and she didn't leave, but looked at him anxiously, "Are you all right? It's so messy over there, what can you do when you go there, and what if something happens."

"Where's the waiter just now?"

"Gone."

The consul asked abruptly, "Aren't you from the red side?"

The blonde girl looked at him suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

Getting the expected answer, the Archon took a deep breath. In his mind, the scenes after entering the hall kept going, from the bartender, to the blond girl, to the waiter...

In just a few flashes, he had already judged that the blond girl was not a player of the red team, but a functional chess player!

She is not only functional chess, but also a functional chess of love strategy nature, and he is her target. So she would create an accident and bump into him. The two were able to chat very happily, and she had already done her homework. Even when there was an accident, she didn't care about the accident at all, and only circled around him from beginning to end.

She was the bait to get his attention. Like someone tapped him on the right shoulder, he would subconsciously veer to the right, ignoring the real danger lurking on the left.

It was because of her presence that his psychological vigilance against the waiter was minimized.

Damn, I've been tricked!

[That is the legendary consul? ]

[f: Huh. ]

[l: Hahaha, it has tarnished the prestige of our consul. ]

[Speaking of which, titr uses the term "consul", but the Interstellar government would actually allow it to be used? ]

[Now is not the old Blue Star era. Information about the political system is prohibited from appearing in the creation, and it is enough to pay the copyright fee. ]

In addition, a few people praised Ai Bei's makeup skills.

After finishing the mission, Ai Bei went to a hidden place outside the venue, and while watching the barrage, he began to remove the disguise on his body and face, and connected with Fanny: "I confirm that I have had eye surgery, and the eyes are different from ordinary people. ."

"Are you sure, did you read it right?"

Ai Bei's lips curved slightly: "It's very close."

How close is it?

Fanny questioned her as always: "Don't think that what you see is the truth. You'd better confirm it again and again. The slightest deviation in this matter will affect our results."

This kind of questioning can easily arouse the rebellious psychology of people who refuse to admit defeat. Even if there are doubts in their hearts, they will immediately firm up their answers.

Ai Bei was also sure that he was not mistaken, and gave a positive answer.

Fanny was dubious and thought for a while and said, "To be on the safe side, let's try again, and we'll talk about the details later."

Fanny's excessive caution caused a barrage of scoldings to appear on the screen. Ai Bei has already proved his ability and performed very well in the test just now. Although the audience watching the image is not intuitive, and cannot confirm that the color of the eyes of Archon a is correct, but they have witnessed how close Aibe is to Archon a, and the answer obtained in that case will not be wrong.

When Fanny questioned Abe, she questioned them!

The way of judging Archon a was proposed by Fanny, and now she is anti-speaking, her attitude is capricious, and the patience of the audience is consumed, and the yellow flag supporting her has dropped sharply again.

The fanatics in the live broadcast room began to slander her, waved the flag for Aibe, and supported Aibe as the main chess player to kill Consul a.

Seeing that they can solve the enemy in just a few rounds, laughing at those who support the blue side, how can they let a shrinking player stop their fun!

However, Fanny didn't seem to see it, and still insisted on her own opinion.

Just as the two were talking, the barrage was suddenly blown up by the green flag, and the barrage that Abe had turned off suddenly popped open.

Just now, the weapons research institute where Yize is located was attacked by the blue players!