There were hundreds of figures sitting around the lawn, wearing vests of different colors, each pulling out a translucent box in the void, except for the moderator of the yellow vest and Zhu Xiaodi who sat still, the other figures would change every once in a while.

There was a red vest sitting next to Zhu Xiaodi, and he also pulled out a translucent dotted box, and the title inside was: "complains about the same color, comments and gossip fly together - Wen Jucai's exclusive building".

Half a second later, the red vest disappeared with a "click", and another "click" sounded again, refreshing another figure in the green vest in the same position.

After one year and three months of diving, Zhu Biao is also a veteran tourist of the Ming Dynasty discussion board, and he no longer feels as unfathomable and confused about every qiē here as he did at the beginning. He knew that there were a total of one hundred and eight people sitting on the lawn, and in the era before he traveled through, it was equivalent to one hundred and eight posts on the front page of the forum, and the constantly changing figures were the last user to top each post.

The title of the post is written in those translucent dotted boxes, and the box handled by the moderator is fixed, which is equivalent to adding refinement to the top, and if others don't need to reply to the post to manually put it, it will soon be refreshed by other figures, and the title in the box will also change.

Also, Zhu Xiaodi's black shadow seems to be as stable as the moderator and will not be refreshed, which is actually an illusion, because the scenes seen so far are all from Zhu Biao's perspective, and in the eyes of other users, their own figures are also fixed, and Zhu Xiaodi, a diver who has not posted new posts or top old ones, does not exist at all.

If Brother Zhu wants to browse the homepage or reply to the post, he can stand up and walk around the lawn, and reach out to pull the box in front of him if he sees which title he likes. Of course, there are less complicated ways to do it.

Zhu Biao reached out and clicked in the air like a moderator, and he also pulled out a dotted box, but unlike the others, his box was not a title, but a form page with one hundred and eight titles that slowly scrolled upward.

This page is the homepage of the Daming discussion version, Zhu Biao uses the retro mode, although the handwriting on the translucent page is a little unclear, but it is very similar to the homepage of the Tianya gossip that he is familiar with.

"A boy who doesn't give a pregnant woman a seat, and then does it with a pregnant woman's mother (an aunt)"

"The hovering car earthquake caused traffic police to watch"

"It's terrible to have more women than men, and the news says that the ratio of women to men has reached a terrible 136:100! Who cares about the rights of boys! ”

"I fell in love with the thousand households of the North Town Fusi, and now everyone looks at me as a little white face, am I such a woman? I want to beat everyone up! ”

"complain about the same color, comments and gossip fly together - Wen Jucai's exclusive building"

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Wen Ju is the most popular entertainment idol in Daming in the past ten years, a heroic woman who resembles a man, Zhu Biao can see her special building every time he refreshes the Daming discussion board, turning to more than 9,000 pages, and sighing every time. In addition, I have to sigh that the women of Daming seem to be strong......

He didn't come to dive to watch the gossip today, he just brushed open the home page and glanced at it and turned it off, his palms closed in front of his chest, struck each other crisply, and slowly opened, and a darker solid line box was pulled out between the palms of his two hands.

This is the new post frame, Zhu Biaoxin moved casually, and quickly wrote the title with his fingers: "May I ask which is the best magic academy in Daming?" ”

Just about to send it out, he hesitated again, held his head and thought for a long time, and with a flash of inspiration, he quickly changed the title, and then released it satisfactorily.

"The best magic academy in Daming is the first district and the second academy, and I don't accept it!"

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The new post was successfully released, Zhu Biao's eyes flashed, the background changed from the open outdoor lawn to the indoor, and when he looked up, he saw a dome as high as 30 meters, the upper part of the building is a circular space, and the lower part is also an arc that expands outward, with a dynamic and distorted beauty. The walls are lavishly decorated, and an entire wall of frescoes is made of fingernail-sized agate and ruby sapphires.

What is this place? Zhu Biao thought in astonishment, it was a bit like a church, but the mural was not the usual religious figures such as the Virgin Mary and Jesus, but an empty and spacious palace, with a high platform in the center, and behind the high platform stood a small figure not much taller than the table.

Wait a minute! Zhu Biao looked around sharply, looked down at himself again, and reached out to hold down the walnut-colored podium that appeared in front of him at some point - the person on the painting was himself?!

He opened his mouth, and heard his voice burst out of his throat uncontrollably.

"The best magic academy in Daming is the first district and the second academy, and I don't accept it!"

It was his voice, not his, loud, rich, sonorous, like the sharp sound of metal striking each other, crashing into the empty walls of the temple without hesitation, and the long closed windows were buzzing and the echo lasted for a long time.

"Bang", a figure in a white vest was brushed out from under the high platform, shouting loudly: "No, Nankai in the third district is the best magic academy!" ”

There was another "click", and a red vest figure refreshed next to the white vest, and without waiting to stand firm, he unceremoniously stretched out his finger to Zhu Biao and shouted: "Turn it in!" ”

The third figure, dressed in a green vest, roared hoarsely: "Hatch eggs!" ”

The fourth figure was wearing a blue vest, "Xia Da! ”

The fifth figure is wearing a green vest, "The owner SB, it's obviously statistics!" ”

The sixth figure is a yellow vest...... The moderator himself appeared and said one word succinctly: "Top!" ”

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"Hmph, forget about the hatching statistics, what qualifications does Xia Da have to compete with Nan Kai," the white vest who appeared first said angrily, "In addition to its good location on the seaside of the thirteenth district, what is it worth boasting about?" Every year, enrollment depends on the scenery! ”

The red vest also sneered: "In a comprehensive university like Hatching Eggs and Statistics, the School of Magic is just a number, and there hasn't been a single magician in these years, right?" Where do you get the qualifications to compete for the first place? ”

The hatching eggs and statistics nominated by the two green vests were jointly suppressed by others, but they were not united internally, and they were about to fight infighting: "Do you want to be shameless?" The magic major of hatching eggs is one hundred and twenty-nine in the country! "It's like you're going to have a face, and the magic majors in the statistics are one hundred and twenty-eight!"

These two are still good friends of a hundred steps and ninety-nine steps, ignoring that there are only each other in the eyes of the outside world, and they love and kill each other more and more fiercely, and they don't know who pushed who first, or who secretly kicked whom, in short, Zhu Biao looked at it, they actually fought offstage!

They rolled around with their nostrils and trouser pockets, and the others next to them continued to argue, and from time to time new figures refreshed, happily joining in the fight and then fighting......

The crowd under the stage twisted, fell to this side for a while, and rolled to that side for a while, screaming, scolding, and personal attacks on each other were mixed with high-frequency "Taiwan Master SB", saliva rained on the high platform, Zhu Biao couldn't hide, he heard the eardrum tremor, and his temples suddenly jumped endlessly.

He suddenly remembered a photo of a group fight in the Ukrainian parliament that he had seen before crossing over, and suddenly realized, thinking, human beings are indeed eternal and unchanging creatures, I have traveled to the future, and I still can't escape the baptism of the people!