NIP #152 - Are stockings such an inconvenient thing? (Please order)
#152 - Are stockings such an inconvenient thing? (Please order)
Fortunately, Mo Xiaoxuan didn't stop, and the T-stage show continued.
Just then, waves of thick, curling mist began to rise on the stage, appearing mysterious and妖娆 under the lights.
Mo Xiaoxuan gracefully moved with cat-like steps when suddenly, a slight tearing sound came from her stockings.
It turned out that the organizers were using dry ice to cool the stage, and the temperature plummeted, causing the stockings to tear.
Streaks of torn patterns outlined charming curves.
The sound of the stockings tearing reached her ears, and a delicate blush appeared on her cheeks.
This scene made the audience extremely excited, and they offered enthusiastic applause and whistles.
The LSP (lecherous men) in the live broadcast room also stared with wide eyes: "Damn, these organizers are too good at this, aren't they?"
Seeing that Mo Xiaoxuan's mood might be affected, Wang Fanqie shouted excitedly, "Keep going, Miss Mo, have confidence in yourself!"
As an old gentleman, he casually selected a verbal attack from his lexicon, aimed at her with his crosshairs, and launched a verbal attack:
"Stockings are such inconvenient things!"
Biu~
This verbal attack accurately hit Mo Xiaoxuan.
[Mo Xiaoxuan's courage and mood values have increased]
Mo Xiaoxuan's delicate body trembled, and she smiled slightly at Wang Fanqie, the light in her eyes regaining its firmness.
She continued walking on the T-stage, each step like a dancing wave, her movements smooth and confident.
The white mist wrapped around her, like a mysterious veil, adorning her to be even more妖娆 and moving, as if a goddess dancing in the ocean.
In the audience, applause and cheers rose and fell, as if waves crashing for her.
Just as Mo Xiaoxuan became the focus of everyone on the stage, suddenly, an even stronger wind blew on the stage.
She had to use her hands more forcefully to hold down her skirt, lest it be completely blown open by the wind.
The live broadcast room's barrage filled the screen: "Nice, well done, stage director, keep it up! We love to see it!"
Seeing that Mo Xiaoxuan's mood was about to be affected again,
Wang Fanqie comforted her with a righteous and stern expression:
"It's okay, Miss Xiaoxuan, don't be afraid to reveal some beautiful scenery under your clothes, because—"
A hint of mystery appeared on his face as he launched a verbal attack:
"The path to salvation lies within it."
The barrage commented one after another: "I feel like you're making a lewd joke, but I have no evidence."
After the strong wind passed, Mo Xiaoxuan let go of her skirt, maintained her elegant pace, and continued to smile at the front.
However, the fashion show host obviously didn't want to easily give up the opportunity to tease the beauty.
From the loudspeaker, the host's excited voice came:
"Oh oh oh! This contestant Mo Xiaoxuan's information is very interesting! The gender column says: 'Unknown'."
This sudden information instantly made the audience boil, and everyone leaned forward to look at the stage, with various guesses and jokes filling the air.
"Could she be a cute boy?" someone asked doubtfully.
Mo Xiaoxuan's cheeks were red beyond compare. She flusteredly smoothed her skirt, trying to maintain her composure, but a pair of red eyes still revealed panic, like a frightened bird.
This scene, on the contrary, made the audience couldn't help but smile, and they responded with warm applause.
In the live broadcast room, a wave of joy emerged on the barrage:
"Xiaoxuan waifu is so cute ~"
"Cute is justice, does gender matter that much?"
In order to maintain the other party's emotions, Wang Fanqie directly unleashed a five-hit combo of verbal attacks in one breath:
"If you're talking about this, I'm no longer sleepy!"
"Boys can be very cute too~"
"Stockings and skirts were originally invented for men~"
"Her clothes may not be white, but her fragrance is naturally beautiful, her beauty is flawless, and her makeup is like flowers~"
"Xiaoxuan's gender is Xiaoxuan!"
A set of verbal attack five-hit combo was launched, making Mo Xiaoxuan extremely charming and radiant.
Her sweet smile bloomed from the bottom of her heart, as if at this moment, she had forgotten the surrounding noise and only focused on this joy.
……
Afterward, the host announced the final rankings.
When the champion was announced, the spotlight focused on Mo Xiaoxuan.
She smiled slightly, waved to the screen, and even made a heart gesture, instantly making the LSPs in the live broadcast room fall again.
After Mo Xiaoxuan won, a sharing platform popped up in front of Wang Fanqie.
The game's outfit sharing function was officially unlocked.
Players can share their different styles and makeup schemes with friends to exchange fashion insights.
If the scheme is used a lot, you can also get currency rewards.
Having not fully enjoyed the T-stage show of Enchanting Fashion Street, the barrage was full of praise:
"Brothers, it's such a feast for the eyes, this is a real urban game!"
"Indeed, look at the legs of those female characters who appeared, tsk tsk tsk…"
"I feel like it could work as a standalone fashion designer simulator!"
"Moreover, have you guys noticed that the game's graphic details are more enhanced now compared to the exhibition when Teacher Fanqie is playing."
"Yeah, at first, looking at Taoyuan Township's Weibo, I thought they were only focusing on slacking off."
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"Finally found a game that can satisfy all my fantasies about fashion games."
"What's even more terrifying is that today's gameplay is just the tip of the iceberg of this vast urban game…"
……
After returning to the abandoned industrial area, Mo Xiaoxuan led everyone to a secret room at the back of the warehouse.
In the dim corner of the warehouse, Mo Xiaoxuan put the fashion she won on the tray of a mysterious instrument.
Her finger tapped lightly on the surface of the instrument.
Under the light of the instrument, the clothes emitted a soft glow. Suddenly, a wraith-like energy freely shuttled through the fabric, like a flickering blue spider web, sometimes condensed, sometimes scattered, elusive.
"This is 'Affinity of Thoughts', a mysterious language spirit energy that can connect people's hearts and build a special connection. They were originally energy nodes used by Shenyi Corporation to maintain the language spirit network.
You can understand it as this is a relay router for the language spirit network.
The real purpose of my participation in the fashion show was to obtain this Affinity of Thoughts."
Wang Fanqie asked curiously, "How did you know it was at the fashion show?"
"Not long ago, at Shenyi Corporation's headquarters tower, the control center of the language spirit network exploded. The Affinity of Thoughts scattered in various districts of New Alphaca City. I just happened to observe one of them falling here."
Mo Xiaoxuan's voice gradually lowered, and she looked at Marilyn Mengyuan with her hands folded, her eyes flashing with unspeakable complex emotions.
There was both love and fear.
"Every person with the ability to verbally attack is a terminal node of this city's vast language spirit network.
Every citizen's emotions, thoughts, and even dreams flow in this energy network. And Shenyi Corporation controls the fate of the entire city by manipulating these lines."
Each region's nodes are summarized by the Affinity of Thoughts.
And this little girl named Marilyn controls all the Affinity of Thoughts. You can understand that she is the core of the entire network.
Marilyn's physique allows her to resonate strongly with the language spirit particles.
If you want to truly free her from the constraints of the language spirit network, you can only collect all the Affinity of Thoughts."
Mo Xiaoxuan's tone carried a hint of excitement.
Her fingers gently touched Marilyn's forehead, as if reading her heart.
And Marilyn just stared with innocent and cute big eyes, curiously looking around.
"Now, the effective control rate of the language spirit network over New Alphaca City is 70%. We must completely seize control of the language spirit network before this number reaches 100%, thereby counterattacking Shenyi Corporation and saving every soul in this city.
This is a battle to seize the future, and it determines not only the fate of a city.
And the Milk Group I created, collecting scraps is only the superficial business. Our real purpose is to organize the forces to counterattack Shenyi."
Mo Xiaoxuan's voice had a hint of determination.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much?" Wang Fanqie asked curiously.
The other party left him with a mysterious back.
"When the time is right, you will naturally know."
Wang Fanqie was stunned: "Good fellow, are you also playing the riddle game with me?"