The Spring Festival Gala Begins, and Everyone Goes Absolutely Wild!
This New Year Cup football match, broadcast nationwide, was like a firecracker thrown into a calm latrine, completely blasting the internet apart.
The truth about Mutants in China can't be hidden forever. Rather than keeping it secret and letting foreign media fabricate stories, the higher-ups simply slammed their fists on the table and said:
Revealing our hand! By showcasing ourselves to the entire nation through the competition, we can also take the opportunity to promote our culture internationally.
As for whether those shady old hands from the 749 Bureau will be exposed?
You're overthinking it completely.
Da Vinci's self-developed "Face-Adaptive Blur-Wall Technology" has made a significant contribution.
Besides basic code names and pseudonym substitutions, this invention fanatic also did outrageous custom-made projects.
For example, when viewers see others, everything is Gaussian blurred, but when they turn their heads and see Sing Sing, a huge "Nine of Bamboo" mahjong tile face is directly on the screen.
At the sidelines, Jiang Si pressed the controller in his hand at Director Wang's signal.
A deafening roar of machinery erupted as the entire football field's turf split open in the middle, rapidly folding to both sides and plunging into the ground.
A dazzling, modern circular stage slowly rises, spraying dry ice mist and turning on all the lights.
The 749 Bureau's internal Spring Festival Gala has officially begun!
Sing Sing and A Le were dressed in bright yellow martial arts monk robes, with large plastic prayer beads around their necks.
A Le blushed and said, "Old Zhou! This outfit is too embarrassing!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Working in the entertainment industry means you have to be willing to go all out! Show me your teeth and smile!"
Sing Sing glared at him and scolded him in a low voice. As soon as he finished speaking, his face seamlessly switched to a detached expression of someone who had seen through the world's illusions.
The music intro begins, the drumbeats are catchy and addictive.
Sing Sing, clutching a beat-up wooden guitar, haphazardly strummed a few off notes, then brought his mouth directly to the microphone, closed his eyes, and let out a long howl. "Shaolin Kung Fu is awesome!"
A Le forced himself to sing, "It's really good!"
Sing Sing: "Shaolin Kung Fu is awesome!"
A Le closed his eyes and chimed in, "That's awesome!"
This bombshell opening not only stunned the foreign guests, but also plunged the local long-time employees into a collective state of self-doubt.
Li Qianhuan chewed her gum and turned to look at Polaris: "Are all the leaders in our bureau this crazy?"
Polaris's eyelids twitched. "You'll get used to it. I saw through his shameless nature the first day I arrived."
Deadpool pulled out two oversized glow sticks from somewhere, stood on a folding chair, waved them wildly, and swayed his hips while screaming, "Boss! This dance is so smooth! I want to have your babies!"
Just as the monk rock had finished tormenting everyone, Anton ran onto the stage to announce, "Next up, please welcome Luke Shaw with 'Wings of Steel'!"
Mayfly stepped onto the stage, its bionic eyes flashed blue, and its pair of steel wings unfurled with a "whoosh."
Holding the microphone, he sang with deep emotion in his metallic voice. "Each time, I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness..."
The audience listened intently, but Professor Jiang Si was already in tears.
The old man grabbed a tattered rag stained with engine oil and blew his nose hard. "Waaah... I welded these wings on inch by inch by myself! This song choice is so damn fitting! My welding rods weren't wasted!"
As the song ended, the style changed again.
The Toad and the Sand Rat, dressed in traditional Chinese crosstalk robes, strolled onto the stage.
Lao Mo leaned towards the microphone, slammed his gavel on the small table with a "thud": "First, let me greet everyone! I am Toad! Lao Mo!"
Sand Rat standing nearby said, "Oh, I've heard so much about you. I've heard you're quite capable."
"Absolutely! One night I was lying in bed watching TV, and the snacks were a bit far away. I was too lazy to move, so 'smack!'"
As he spoke, he leaned forward and made a slingshot motion. "My tongue's stuck right back in, saving me the trouble of getting up!"
The Sand Rat took a half step back. "Wow, it has built-in Bluetooth; this allows for remote object retrieval!"
Lao Mo patted his chest and boasted, "Not only that, my jumping ability is amazing. I can jump straight up to the spotlight on top of the stage with a single leap!"
The Sand Rat quickly stopped him, saying, "Then you'd better be careful, don't bump your head and get a bump."
Lao Mo said nonchalantly, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm tough! My only weakness is that I'm full of energy on rainy days, but I wilted under the blazing sun."
The Sand Rat chimed in, "So you're afraid of turning into a roasted toad from the sun?"
Lao Mo slapped his thigh. "That's right! Just now backstage, I saw Polaris fiddling with a bunch of metallic sequins, and the reflections 'whoosh' into my eyes, almost giving me a sudden hibernation!"
The Sand Rat laughed, "Haha, then you should bring more sunglasses when you go out in the future, and stay away from bright lights."
Lao Mo cupped his hands in greeting. "At this gathering today, I ask for nothing more than that everyone have their own unique talents, and that we all live in peace and prosperity, with plenty to eat and drink!"
Sing Sing sat in the front row and led the applause and cheers at the top of his lungs.
After the crosstalk performance ended, Colossus strode onto the stage and gripped the microphone tightly.
Speaking in heavily accented, vodka-tinged Mandarin, he boomed out with full force. "I may wear Western clothes, but my heart remains China!"
This Soviet heavy metal version of "My China Heart" is absolutely deafening.
Director Wang, holding his thermos, his eyes red-rimmed, turned to Uncle Biao and exclaimed, "Good comrade! How much ideological awakening must one have undergone to sing so movingly!"
Uncle Biao nodded repeatedly and wrote a long, positive review for Colossus in his notebook.
When it came to the special skills segment, Polaris made his appearance.
Countless glowing metal fragments rose into the air around the stage.
Under her control, the fragments swirled like a galaxy, piecing together in mid-air to form a lifelike Great Wall of metal and steel, culminating in a few auspicious clouds that slowly drifted away.
Not to be outdone, Li Qianhuan jumped up as well.
With a wave of her hand, colorful plasma fireworks burst forth in the night sky.
No gunpowder or fuse was needed; the peony, the lantern, and even a lifelike koi carp were all made by the girl's hands.
Strangely cute
Baobao turned to Geggebu and exclaimed, "She's too strong! Compared to her, my skills are practically a one-time joke!"
Geggebu stuffed his mouth with braised Nick Fury and mumbled a reply.
Storm Ororo gracefully ascended into the air, her silver hair dancing wildly.
Above the stage, clouds drifted and swirled, a gentle breeze carried a light drizzle, and several streaks of soft lightning intertwined and swirled, completely transforming the evening into a battle of wits between immortals.
"Your turn, Old Wolf!"
Logan walked onto the stage with a cigar in his mouth. In the center of the stage was a five-meter-long scroll painting, next to a vat of thick ink.
Logan flicked his hands, and with a "whoosh," the Adamantium Claws popped out.
He plunged the steel claw into the inkwell, then turned and began wildly waving it across the canvas.
It retracted its claws in just one minute.
On the canvas, a magnificent landscape painting, "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains," is presented, with four large, wildly cursive characters carved in the upper right corner with a claw tip: "Iron-Boned Painting."
Wolverine's tough exterior and tender heart stunned everyone.
The party went on and on until the very end.
All operators, external support personnel, and their families were brought onto the big stage.
A group of strangely shaped superpowered individuals and martial arts masters, arm in arm, swayed to the beat and wailed out a mind-numbingly rousing rendition of "Unforgettable Tonight."
I've finally figured out how to live this year.