I want to make a game

In a Brooklyn neighborhood in the United States, a group of young people are dancing to the accompaniment of music.

"Jack, Stanford..."

Connor ran over panting.

"Hey guys! I have some amazing news for you."

Jack asked as he squirmed.

"What's the good news? Did you find the money?"

"FCUK! Stop the fuck."

Seeing that everyone ignored him, Connor gasped and cursed angrily.

"Hip-hop competition, Han Dynasty DDR Global Street Dance Masters Competition, you don't fucking want to participate, do you? If you don't want to participate, just keep dancing here!"

Global Street Dance Competition, with just a few words, everyone stopped.

Jack rushed to Connor with an excited expression.

"Connor, if you dare to lie to us, I will put the stereo into your ass."

The hip-hop dance competition is a heavyweight competition like this in the world. It has been many years.

"FUCK! Almost all the dancers in Brooklyn are in Wal-Mart stores now. There is information about this competition and dozens of pieces of music that I have never heard before."

"That's enough, stop fucking and lead the way, guys! Our chance to subvert the team has come. Isn't this what we have been waiting for after all our hard training? Let the world know our name, GOGOGO!"

In the Renaissance Department Store in Milan, Italy, a group of hip-hop young people wearing baggy jeans were choosing their favorite speakers. At this moment, a burst of tight music sounded in the mall.

The strong rhythm stopped the young people in their tracks, and they instinctively twisted a few times to follow the music.

"Great music..."

"Where'smysamurai(Where is my samurai)"

"I've been searching for a man (I've been looking for someone)"

"...."

The voices of Maria, Kelly and Faye Wong sounded in the dynamic rhythm.

Butterfly by Smiling Sisters is a song made for dancing. Although it did not win any major awards, it became popular for an era. In arcades, skating rinks, and shopping malls, no one is unfamiliar with its rhythm.

"Whoa! What is this!? Who the hell can tell me what this is?"

"Can we still dance like this?"

Suddenly, there were bursts of exclamations from the TV area. The young people looked at each other and walked quickly over there.

There were several rows of TVs of different sizes, all showing the same picture.

Maria, Kelly and Faye Wong were doing various simple dance moves to the music on the dance machine. After watching for a while, everyone understood.

Each time they move, they have to step on the arrows under their feet, and the corresponding arrows on the screen will disappear. If the timing is just right, perfect letters will appear.

Frank looked at the two girls on TV with heartache. What a waste! They couldn't dance at all. If it were him, he would definitely be able to do better moves.

On the streets of Berlin, Germany, a large group of young people gathered around a large external screen in a shopping mall.

"I stillhearyourvoicehenyousleepnexttome(When you sleep next to me, I can still hear your voice)"

"I still feel your touch in my dreams (I can still feel your touch when I'm asleep)"

"..."

Jiang Jiahao is dancing crazily on the dance machine. He still has some dance foundation and can do a trick from time to time.

"Causeeverytimeetouch(Because when you touch me)"

"Igetthisfeeling(I will feel this way)"

When the only dance song in the top 100 of Everytird reached its climax, Jiang Jiahao made a Thomas. He pressed the first few arrows correctly with his hands, but everything went into chaos after that.

"You shouldn't use Thomas at this time, you should use Six Steps!"

When his companion heard this, he cursed angrily, "How good music has been ruined."

"Bach, haven't you seen it yet? He's a fucking amateur! He doesn't know how to step in at all. This bastard just wants to show off his skills. He went to participate in the competition. No, he's not qualified to participate in the competition at all!"

France, Japan, Canada, wherever Sony can reach out, they are all playing those 30 pieces of music.

Jason couldn't sit still at home. He needed this music, bought it, and called his friends to rehearse together. They must be much better than those amateurs.

When he just stood up from the sofa, a very impactful picture appeared on the TV.

"Click..."

With the sound of glass breaking, a man with a hooded sweatshirt on his head flew onto the screen in a knee-jerk posture.

"Dong dong dong..."

After every shocking sound, a large character was embedded on the screen.

"On December 1st, the global auditions for the Han Dynasty DDR Masters Competition will begin simultaneously!"

Jason stared at the TV in stunned silence.

"Registration Address"

"United States, New York, Washington..."

He screamed in excitement without even reading the information behind him. He turned around and rushed out of the room. He wanted to find his partner, and he wanted to participate in the competition!

But he missed another shocking picture. The TV screen changed again, and one by one the big names in the hip-hop world appeared. Among them, the person standing in the center walked out of the team and slowly came with the microphone in his hand.

"DANCERs! For four years, there has not been such a major street dance competition in the world. What are you waiting for? I, PETE, TonyGOGO..."

Every time he read a person's name, that person stood next to him, and soon 10 hip-hop celebrities stood in a row again.

"We will serve as the judges of this DDR Masters Competition and give all the DANCERs the fairest judgment. Moreover, the Han Dynasty has provided 10 million US dollars as prize money."

"Each country will have five audition divisions, and the division champion will receive a bonus of US$100,000. The second round will be a competition between division champions."

"The winner of the upper bracket will receive a bonus of US$300,000, the winner of the lower bracket will receive US$200,000, and..."

SAM paused.

"The champions of the two groups will represent their countries in the DDR Global Masters Competition, win huge prizes, and at the same time crown their countries with the honor of being the strongest dancer nation."

"Don't hesitate. If you still have dreams, don't be timid. As long as you are strong enough, show off your unique skills. We will see you in the finals!"

"Boss, have you seen the gold everywhere? Contact the Han Dynasty and Sony quickly. They have produced tens of thousands of DDR units. We DANCERs need them."

"We only have one month to train before going to the battlefield, so don't be afraid of too many. Our DANCER group has tens of millions of people. We are just not afraid of not having enough!"

After this report was publicized, DUNCERs all over the world became excited. They rushed into major registration points like crazy. Those DUNCERS who were far away from the registration places were angrily cursing the Han Dynasty while packing their luggage.

"Must win!"

"The championship must belong to the Extreme Team!"

While DUNCERs are going crazy, the bosses of arcades, entertainment cities, and medium and large shopping malls are also going crazy. They are waving their money and want to contact Sony. DDR will definitely bring huge traffic to their stores!