Televised debates, quadrennial, a national carnival during the presidential election in America.

Democratic and Republican candidates will stand in the auditorium, like high school students in a debate competition, to be questioned by the moderator and the audience to articulate their political views and present their ambitions to the citizens of all of America.

Of course, the most important and dramatic part is the part where the two candidates ask questions to each other, tearing,, cynicism, and shrewd scolding.

So, in America, the ratings of the televised debates far outpaced the entertainment celebrations, and the Grammys, the Oscars, or the Victoria's Secret were all as interesting as sitting in front of the TV with your family in your arms and watching the presidential candidates talk about each other.

At this moment, in the lecture hall of Hofstra University in New York, America, Ms. Klingon from the Democratic Party is wearing a white and blue business suit, her hair is naturally combed, and the pastels of professional makeup artists even slightly hide her thick nasolabial folds.

The opponents opposite her are Jin Zheng, billionaires, industrialists, and uneducated bigwigs who have "extensive contacts" in the upstream society.

The burly bear-like Kim wore a tailored Champs-Élysées suit, a red striped tie, and a low-key luxury watch — according to his staff, he deliberately did not wear any ostentatious style with diamonds.

Kim slowly spread out the speech book placed at the back of the lecture and smiled gently at Ms. Klingon, "Good afternoon, honorable Mrs. President. ”

His bright teeth are as dazzling as a blade, but how can Klingon, who has been in politics for decades, be afraid of half a point,

She has been to the front lines of the war with artillery fire, dealt with diplomatic crises walking on a tightrope, and has been soaring all the way, not only once groomed her husband to be the master of the White House, but now she herself wants to taste the power of the apex of seven billion people.

Not caring about the wit in Kim's words, Klingon smiled coldly, she had already thought of a million ways to completely abuse the other party in today's TV debate, how could a mud leg who couldn't even finish high school compete with herself?

As the lighting props were ready, many students walked into the lecture hall of Hofstra University one after another, and these excited American bear children were completely at an age when they were not afraid of heaven and earth, and they liked to watch this kind of thing the most.

After debugging the live broadcast frequency, the director snapped his fingers at the moderator, signaling that the debate process could begin.

Mike Wallace, a national treasure in the Ameritan press, is already a centenarian, and he is still in good spirits, appearing in front of the American people with a posture of rejuvenating in reversing time.

He pulled a cigarette out of a box next to him, lit it despite the dissuasion of the room attendants, and with the faint light of fire, Wallace announced the start of the first televised presidential debate of 2016.

"Ms. Klingon, you have three minutes to explain your political ideas, please be careful. ”

The camera camera slowly panned, Klingon cleared his throat and slowly spoke: "This country will level the playing field for you, whether you are the grandson of the president or the grandson of the janitor, and whether you were born in the city or the country, no matter who you are, you have the right to inherit the American dream....."

Mike Wallace nodded imperceptibly, Klingon's PR target was basically aimed at the middle class of America, using the slogan of "American Dream" to win the support of those immigrant families, which can be said to be decent.

Kim is much simpler, he does not use empty lines to win over those who don't like him in the first place, but uses a solid financial report to tell how rich he is, "Only a successful enough businessman, a successful enough industrialist, can save America from the abyss of unemployment." ”

Wallace glanced at his lips and did not speak, he had faced many people in power in various countries of the world, whether they were ruthless, or wise and shrewd, or gentle, and whether it was Klingon or Kim, they were only like "outsiders who don't have the appearance of a leader".

"No wonder people say it's a campaign of madmen and liars. ”

Wallace nonchalantly touched his fingernails, allowing the two sides of the campaign to go straight to the standoff.

Klingon stood at the back of the lecture, pondered his lines, and began to accuse Kim of not having the financial reports of the company as good as he claimed, that Kim did not pay contractors enough, and that he used government investigation reports to expose his non-tax practices.

Kim smiled and not only admitted these facts frankly, but also emphasized his own ingenuity lightly, and turned around to accuse Klingon of basically not doing anything practical in his political career in the past few decades.

The two sides exchanged countless rounds of offense and defense within half an hour, and everyone was dazzled and listened to it.

"Gan, if you don't use some ruthless means, you will really let this mud leg walk in style. Klingon sneered and pressed a tape on the table.

"What is this?" Mike Wallace, who had been sleepy, suddenly woke up, his discerning eye for storms and waves, and his keen sense of smell as a journalist, immediately noticed that the tape contained a terrifying news that set the tone for the debate.

"This is an audio tape about Mr. Kim Ji maliciously suppressing competitors and even employing violent and illegal means in building a business empire. ”

Klingon announced the big news with a straight face, and when she saw the uproar on the court, she already knew she had won.

Although Kim's finishing touches were good, and his criminal empire tried his best to clear up its relationship with Kimj's clique, Klingon, who had connections in both political and business terms, still managed to get hold of such a volume of classified information.

It records how, on September 6, 2001, Mr. Kinkai instructed his men to assassinate John Ottoli, the CEO of the competing Ottoli Group. ”

Klingon announced the fact with a grimace and called for the field staff to play the tape.

"How could a presidential candidate ever be involved in such a nasty incident??"

The ratings, which had exploded, skyrocketed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Klingon looked at Kim on the other side indifferently and restrained his smile.

This debate, no, this presidential campaign, won by itself.

The reason why she did not hand over this tape to the court, but put it out on this occasion, was so that Kim and the whole world could not be turned over completely.

Mike Wallace's voice trembled, and he suppressed his excitement, "Oh my God, am I going to witness the fact that the police broke in and took away a candidate at the scene of a presidential debate..."

With a click, the white curtain behind the studio appeared as the tape was stuffed into the special player that had been prepared long ago.

It was a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man wearing an otaku DIY shirt.

He took the keyboard pattern on his chest, and said to the stunned Klingon, the bewildered Wallace, the bamboo in his chest, and the thousands of people in the world who didn't know why:

"Hello everyone, I'm a keyboard warrior. ”