Fang Zhao did not stay too long at Zaro's small gathering. Mo Lang had given him another task, and he had to return to handle it.
Before Fang Zhao left, Zaro told Fang Zhao, "Let's practice when we have time. See you in the game."
The few Leizhou professional e-sports players who heard this: "…" Senior Master, you are getting ahead of yourself today.
Fang Zhao smiled and replied, "Sure, but I might have to wait until after I graduate."
Back in his dormitory, Fang Zhao looked at the questions Mo Lang had sent him regarding his thesis and the time for his defense.
Ten minutes ago, the school had decided on Fang Zhao's defense time. After him, the other advanced students from his batch would proceed according to the time they had submitted their applications.
Half an hour after Fang Zhao's reply was confirmed, Fang Zhao received a message from Fiery Bird's relevant person-in-charge. They had already found out the exact time of Fang Zhao's reply. The day of Fang Zhao's reply happened to be the first day of the All-star match. However, the first two days of the All-star match were not part of the "Battle of the Century" battlefield. It was on the third day.
"Battle of the Century"'s All-star match would invite a portion of special guests to participate. Some of them were already retired ace players. Perhaps they had retired from the professional scene before "Battle of the Century" had appeared, but at their peak, they had been superstars in the gaming circles. Fiery Bird's method was also a kind of sentimental marketing, but gamers were very receptive.
Fang Zhao was different from those people, but he had caused a stir in the early stages of "Battle of the Century." Even if he was no longer in the gaming circles, he was still a hot topic. Perhaps he could even attract the attention of people outside the gaming circles. Furthermore, with Fang Zhao's status as a spokesperson, Fiery Bird did not want to let him go.
After all, it was a commercial company. Profits were everything. Even if they knew that Fang Zhao was nearing the critical juncture of his graduation, they would still fight for it. Perhaps they could convince Fang Zhao to participate?
Fang Zhao rejected them.
When he had signed the endorsement contract with Fiery Bird, he had said that during his advanced studies, his studies would be the most important. Fang Zhao would only cooperate with Fiery Bird's commercial activities if it did not involve his studies. But this time, it was a crucial moment. Even if he had the confidence and the mood to play something else, the people watching him would not be willing to see that happen, especially Mo Lang. The old master was already so old, yet he was still worried. Mo Lang also felt bad.
Regarding this, Fiery Bird said, "No problem. You can think it over. Matches involving special guests will only be decided on the fifth or sixth day of the start. I wish you all the best. "
After the call ended, Fang Zhao thought about the All-star Match and scrolled through his friend circle and social media.
Over at Silver Wing, Jinro and the others had already flashed their invitations.
As he scrolled, Fang Zhao saw a new status update from Danke Assis.
"A new little friend [Picture]"
The accompanying picture was of Sith squatting in the middle, with two extremely awe-inspiring mechanical dogs on each side. When seated, they were much taller than the squatting Danke.
In the comments section, a bunch of people were crying out in envy and jealousy. There were even people asking if Fiery Bird was starting to make mechanical pets and if this was a new product that was about to be sold. Crowdfunding was fine too.
However, Danke, who had been smiling happily in the photo, instantly had a desolate look on his face after the photo was taken.
Posting photos was just to show off, but who could understand the pain behind the photos?
Danke wanted to curse when he saw the huge hole in the sofa. Although it was his mistake that caused the sofa to burn, but!
Why did the dog carry laser weapons?
Was this a f * cking mechanical pet? This was the Terminator!
This was the end of his contented life!
Looking at the brat playing with a black ball at the side, Danke took a photo of the remains of the sofa and sent it to his father. He had to let his father know of his bitterness and bitterness! He also had to apply for more funds to bring this brat who was suspected to be the Star Conglomerate Crown Prince to play!
Suddenly, he thought of the historical fantasy drama that had aired some time ago. After researching the pros and cons, Danke had given himself the persona of a "Crown Prince's Study Companion."
When the "Crown Prince" ascended to the throne, he would also be able to enjoy a good life. Lalala ~
With this thought, Danke felt much more at ease. Even his newly appointed little friends, Goudan and Gouke, were much more pleasing to the eye. Wasn't it just a sofa that had been burned? Even burning 10 sofas would be worth it!
Fang Zhao's interest was piqued when he saw the two mechanical dogs in Danke's photo. However, he had to put this aside first. He had to complete the task that Mo Lang had assigned him.
Time passed day by day. Very quickly, it was the day of the thesis defense.
The thesis defense was a test of the theoretical knowledge that advanced students had learned over the past year. Mo Lang had already told Fang Zhao about the various questions that the thesis defense committee members might raise. Some of the thesis defense committee members might be asking questions about the content of the thesis, but they might suddenly find some punctuation mistakes and disrupt the thoughts of the respondent before continuing to ask questions about the content of the thesis.
Even if one was about to vomit from reading one's own thesis and couldn't be more familiar with it, it was impossible to cover everything. It was impossible to predict all the questions that the thesis defense committee members would raise. The most important thing was to remain calm and collected.
Prof. Carter walked toward the seat of the advisor. When he saw the name "Mo Lang" written on the seat plate, he didn't utter a word. Without a change in expression, he circled around and sat in the back row.
Everyone in the academy knew that Prof. Carter was just a nominal advisor. The one who was truly advising Fang Zhao was Old Mo.
The thesis defense of the advanced students of Twelve Tones was held in a large conference room. Not only did many teachers come to watch, but many students also came. If not for the limited number of seats, all the students would have come. Those who came late didn't even have a place to stand, let alone a seat.
Before the thesis defense, Mo Lang had specially called Fang Zhao over to discuss the details of the thesis defense.
For a top-notch advanced course like Twelve Tones, the thesis defense lasted at least four hours. There were breaks in between, but it basically took up half a day or more. It was even longer than a PhD thesis defense.
"Having pressure is a good thing, but don't give yourself unnecessary pressure. You are already doing very well. Maintain your good condition until the end of the thesis defense. There won't be any problems."
Xue Jing checked the time and walked into the thesis defense conference room with Fang Zhao.
When everyone was seated, it was time for Fang Zhao's thesis defense to begin.
In the duration of no less than four hours, Fang Zhao had to endure the bombardment of the thesis defense committee members.
Any one of the committee members could make the entire school tremble. Questions came one after another, and the audience could feel the tense atmosphere that made their backs sweat. As expected, those who could successfully graduate from the Twelve Tones were all gods.
In a short year, not only did they have to seize the opportunity to absorb professional knowledge and improve themselves, they also had to busy themselves with theses, thesis defenses, and graduation works. The students present couldn't help but compare in their hearts. If it were them, could they do it? Could they reply calmly like Fang Zhao?
While Fang Zhao was defending, elsewhere in Huangzhou, the All-star Match hosted by Fiery Bird was starting.
Zaro, Woo Tianhao, and the others also came to join in on the fun.
At the All-star Match, champion gamers of all sizes could be seen everywhere. Regardless of whether they had received an invitation to the All-star Match or not, they all showed up at the venue. Zaro considered himself one of them.
As for how much of a champion was exaggerated, Zaro expressed: Not listening, not listening! After all, I am someone who won a championship!
After touring the various competition venues, Zaro was puzzled.
"Why are there so many kids? What the hell are these games? There are even virtual rubik's cubes? "
Woo Tianhao, who had also only paid attention to "Battle of the Century," looked at the information he had just found and said, "Fiery Bird cooperated with many learning console brands to launch this. It is called an international competition, but the majority of the players for these games are students. I didn't expect the virtual rubik's cubes to be so popular. "
"There's such a thing? Why didn't this rule exist when I was in school? "Zaro was indignant.
"This is the right to participate that was finally obtained by students after decades of protests. Come to think of it, even if there was such a rule when we were in school, you wouldn't be able to participate. The people who are invited here have higher IQs than you. " Woo Tianhao's gaze avoided the small game venues and looked at another building. "However, 'Battle of the Century' is still for adults."
These small competitions were all for minors. In his opinion, they were games for kids. Every time he saw these games, he would recall the fear of being dominated by learning consoles during his school days.
"Let's go. Don't look at these. It's boring. Let's go watch the 'Battle of the Century' practice matches."
Although the "Battle of the Century" competition was scheduled to start on the third day, the godly gamers from all continents had already gathered here today. Even if there were no official competitions, there would still be free practice matches.
At the same time, in HuangArt's advanced student dormitory.
Curly Hair finished two sets of test papers and a reading comprehension paper with much difficulty. He was about to enter the online class to listen to the lecture when a small window popped up on the page.
"Do you want to get up close and personal with Fiery Bird's All-star Competition?
Do you want to interact with the world's top gamers online?
There's no need to go to the venue. The All-star Competition online platform has already been opened … "
Curly Hair couldn't see the long string of words that followed. His eyes glowed as if he had seen meat when he was hungry.
"Ao! Fiery Bird! "
Curly Hair followed the notification and found the new icon with the Fiery Bird image. He rushed in impatiently.
All-star Competition Venue, Virtual Rubik's Cube Venue.
A popular high school student magazine was interviewing the Virtual Rubik's Cube record holder.
This 16 year old record holder had set a new record when he was 14 years old. Two years had passed, and no one had been able to break it. In these two years, he had accepted a number of Rubik's Cube endorsement deals and had made a fortune. It could be said that a single match when he was 14 years old had allowed him to gain fame and wealth a step ahead of his peers.
After the interview, the host asked, "Next, you will accept the challenge of 10 Virtual Rubik's Cube players from all over the world. Are you confident?"
"Of course." The 16 year old record holder adjusted his bow tie, faced the camera, and flashed a charming smile. "Only I can break my record."
The host picked an online audience member. Of course, in order to maintain the entertainment value of the program, this wasn't a random selection. The system would pick from those with better battle records. As for why it wasn't picked from the battle records rankings … this was just an exhibition match and not an official challenge match. There was no need to make the atmosphere so tense. All the record holder had to do was show off his skills and interact with the lucky audience member. Good for you, good for me, good for everyone.
After the selection was made, the host raised his eyebrows when he saw the information of the lucky audience member displayed on the big screen. This "Little Curly Curls" seemed to be a primary school student.
The big screen displayed the lucky audience member's ID and education level: primary school (Only certified by the learning console platform).
Of course, the other party could also be a secondary school student. Some people were in secondary school in real life, and the learning console platform had frozen the learning console at the primary school level. Some children might still be in primary school, but their knowledge had already reached secondary school level. The platform's education level was "secondary school". However, this was only a form of certification that belonged to the platform. It was similar to levels in games and wasn't recognized by the Ministry of Education.
However, this lucky audience member's account was still active recently, so he was most likely a primary school student.
"Looks like he's also a good player. Alright, now, let's connect to this lucky audience member who was chosen. "
The host sent a call request.
Then, it was rejected.
Host: "… Maybe this audience member was too emotional and pressed the wrong button."
As he said this, he sent another call request.
Again, it was rejected.
Host: "???"
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Some of the audience members laughed.
The host maintained his smile. "Hello, student 'Little Curly Curls'? Is it inconvenient for you to talk? You can also send text messages, but it's best if you can send voice messages. We need to confirm whether you're playing by yourself or a robot. "
On the third call request, the call was finally connected. Everyone in the room could hear a series of "Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam" sounds, as well as the sound of a bag being unpacked on the other end.
Host: "… Student Little Curly Curls, are you eating snacks?"
There was a pause on the other end of the call. An innocent and young voice asked tentatively, "I … I can't eat?"
"Of course you can. Don't be nervous." The host smiled. "May I ask why you rejected the call just now?"
"Fang … My dad said that other than in class, I shouldn't casually talk to others!"
In the dormitory for advanced students, Curly Hair, who was gnawing on a dog's teeth-grinding stick, gave himself a thumbs up for his quick-wittedness.
With a "My dad is Fang Zhao" persona, no one would know he was a dog!
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