I want to make a game

After all the players came on stage, Liu Zhiyuan made an OK gesture toward the studio, and the next moment, close-ups of audience photos began to appear on the big screen in the stadium.

"To commemorate this competition, everyone in the audience will take photos, everyone. These photos will be kept at the headquarters of the Han Dynasty in the future."

This was Liu Zhiyuan's last chance to use Sony to promote himself, so he didn't spare any effort.

"SAM, let's start."

After finishing, Liu Zhiyuan put away the microphone and walked out of the light.

"Hey, guys! Did you hear what the boss said? You bastards are going to be recorded in history, or recorded in photos."

"Cheer, the first game of the DDR Global Masters finals begins!"

Accompanied by cheers, huge fireworks soared into the sky again. The first choice was a Chinese dragon, followed by the Adidas logo, and then the team logo of the first group of contestants.

"What a madman! 100,000 people, each with a photo, and these fireworks and lights. This is money in exchange for popularity!"

Those who follow Liu Zhiyuan know that he is a person who dares to spend money, but they really did not expect that he would dare to spend money like this. The entire DDR will cost at least nearly 100 million US dollars.

"He is the most special one among the contestants this time. According to the rules, he cannot come to the finals. But after BOSS explained the reason to us, we agreed. He is..."

By the time SAM was introduced, everyone already knew who he was, and people at the scene started cheering John's name.

"John Owen! The fastest player in DDR this time, welcome to the stage!"

"boom..."

As one of the top three most popular players this time, his appearance directly ignited the atmosphere in the audience, and his specialness even temporarily caused people from other countries to cheer for him.

"Boom boom boom..."

Countless fireworks exploded in the sky, and John Owen's name appeared there.

"Dang..."

All the lights went out, only John Irving was still shrouded in white light. He tried his best to control his emotions. He was just an ordinary person, he couldn't dance, but he still stood on this world-class stage.

This sense of unreality made him a little dizzy. After taking a few deep breaths, he walked to a DDR that was the same as the one in the arcade. He only knew this type of machine.

"It's time to choose a song. Let's see what music our John will choose. DDR's songs have expanded to hundreds of songs. 1279 is no longer the highest combo."

Under everyone's expectant gaze, John Owen hesitated. He began to worry about gains and losses. He knew that his only advantage was that he was born taller than ordinary people, but no matter how tall he was, he was still a human being.

But if he can't amaze everyone, do we still have to rely on Liu Zhiyuan to open the back door for him? Everyone can accept this kind of back door from him once, but they will definitely not accept him a second time.

John Irving gritted his teeth and chose the piece of music with the highest BPM.

"Wow! Look what our John picked! Oh my God, this is the fastest piece of music on DDR, 15 beats per second, oh my god!"

"John! John!"

Not only SAM was shocked, but everyone who had played this music was shocked. This was simply not played by humans. Liu Zhiyuan would definitely laugh when he knew their thoughts. Where is this? The free arrangers in later generations are better than this.

If it's too perverted, it's not for people to play with.

Those who didn't understand the difficulty of this music also understood how abnormal this music is after SAM's introduction.

"John!"

"John!"

Some people started to stand up and shout John's name wildly. Gradually, this emotion spread to the whole audience. Everyone stood up. Some of them were not John's supporters. The reason for cheering was entirely because John dared to do something that others did not dare to do.

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"READY...GO!"

The beginning sound came from the DDR.

"FUCK!"

"Connor, isn't your nickname Fast Foot? Can you do this?"

"Don't fucking call me fast! You tell me I can't move my legs!"

This perverted music is the fastest stage from the very beginning. It doesn't give people any time to buffer at all. The densely packed direction keys instantly cover the entire screen.

"It's so fast that it's inhumane!"

"I..."

"Stop talking! Be quiet."

Those spectators who had just sat down after cheering stood up again in an instant. What did they see? Afterimage! It’s not an adjective, they really saw an afterimage!

The stadium that should have been cheered by thousands of people now only had the sound of music and the sound of John's footsteps on the DDR. Many people even covered their mouths. They did not even dare to breathe hard for fear of disturbing the scene in front of them.

PERFECT's voice was intermittent, but the audience did not look down on John because of this. If they were to come on, it would probably be a MISS. In two seconds at most, their feet would be tied up.

"Well..."

This sound meant MISS, John made a mistake, but he didn't care, or he didn't have the energy to pay attention to it at this moment.

The rhythm of the music became more and more intense, and John became faster and faster.

"Dong..."

A huge drum beat sounded, the dense arrows disappeared, and a beam of light appeared on the screen. John stepped on the direction key corresponding to the beam of light and quickly took advantage of these few seconds to rest.

"call..."

When the audience saw that the arrow disappeared, they relaxed one after another, but before they could take a few breaths, the intense music started again.

"Awesome! These are probably the fastest fucking feet in the world! Connor, who can't move his legs, what about you?"

"roll!"

...

"puff..."

A puff of dry ice smoke spurted out from the side of John's DDR. The music ended. He looked up at the silent arena and walked off the DDR with dark eyes.

But as soon as he took a few steps, the arena exploded and everyone shouted his name like crazy.

"FUCK! Man, what the fuck is that look on your face!? Do you know what you just did?"

SAM walked up quickly and gave him a hug.

"You broke the fucking record again. You broke your own DDR record with 1,329 consecutive hits! There was a break in the middle. Man, you are the fucking fastest in this session of DDR! Are you Connor!?"

"Okay, okay, John is the fastest, so I can give him the title of Speedy Foot."

John's eyes were red. He thought he had failed. He thought the audience was quiet because his performance was so poor, but now...

"John, my baby, God, you are mother's pride!"

John suddenly looked up when he heard this voice. His mother was here. He came here to participate in the competition by himself. Even his mother didn't know what kind of competition he participated in.

"Mom, why are you here? You..."

Before he finished speaking, John's mother excitedly ran to John and hugged him hard.

"You shouldn't hide it John, if Mr. Liu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that my son was already a world star."

Hearing this, John couldn't bear it any longer. He burst into tears and leaned his head on his mother's shoulder with sobs.

"But...Mom, I failed."