Chapter 629 This Is a Talent

Happy walked to the display case with the broom with an angry look on his face, looking at the information about the work, trying to see who was so brave that he dared to do such a ridiculous thing.

Shengyao’s redemption broom? What kind of silly name is this? What's the point of a series of incomprehensible introductions?

With disdain in his heart, Happy looked along the information column one after another. When he saw the column with the names of the contestants, he was instantly confused.

Contestant, Roy.

Happy had an impression of the name, but it was vague. He touched his chin and thought hard.

Roy? Roy!

After a moment, he suddenly realized and remembered.

A few days ago, my boss, who had been buried in the laboratory, said that he would send an invitation letter. When he said that he could do such a small thing, he did not expect that his boss would act extremely serious. expression, said.

"I must send this person's invitation personally!"

The name on the invitation is exactly that: Roy.

Happy's face was filled with astonishment. This being who could make his boss, Tony Stark, personally send invitations, was definitely a boss he couldn't afford to offend!

How could such a big shot use an ordinary broom to compete? There must be some secret in this broom!

The astute Happy thought to himself, and quickly put the display cabinet with the broom back safely, and at the same time put a layer of protective film on the outside. He decided from the bottom of his heart that he must deal with this in the following games. Please pay attention, boss.

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The competition began. With the influx of contestants, the competition hall was filled up in an instant. In the center of the hall, there were many arenas. Because it was the first round of auditions with a mixed crowd, everything was focused on simplicity.

In the center of the hall, on a huge stage, after the obese Happy finished his speech, and with the cheers of the audience, this so-called science and technology competition officially began.

Roy walked onto the ring with a relaxed expression, and a man wearing a hat, a white research coat, and a hunched body walked up opposite him.

He glanced at the broom placed in the display case on the table next to Roy, with a trace of disdain on his lips. Then he glanced at the well-dressed referee next to him, and said impatiently: "Can we start? Mr. Referee!"

In his opinion, the opponent's broom is not comparable in any way. The so-called technology competition is actually not as complicated as imagined. It is nothing more than comparing the functions of both parties and then giving a score. The opponent's broom is a A fool can see that it is just an ordinary broom, the kind that cannot be retracted. Compared with such a work, it is simply a waste of one's time.

The referee nodded. For some reason, he glanced at Roy with interest, and then said in a deep voice: "Then, let the game begin!"

He walked up to the man and did not look at his entry directly. Instead, he looked at the man with a deep look. Then he suddenly showed hesitation on his face and said, "Who asked you to wear a hat? You are dressed so informally." ! You are flouting the rules of the competition and disrespecting your opponents and Stark Industries. Now you are disqualified from the competition and this gentleman automatically wins!"

"You, what did you say?" The man was stunned and said in disbelief: "When did this rule appear in the rules?"

"Ha! Mr. Happy just added it. It's clearly written in the rules. If you don't believe it, just read it yourself." The referee said, crossing his arms and smiling disdainfully.

Hearing this, the man gritted his teeth slightly, took off his hat, let down his hair that had not been trimmed for a long time because he was obsessed with research, and took off his white research clothes to reveal the shirt underneath, and said: " Then I'll take off my hat and put on formal clothes, right?"

Seeing this, the referee focused his eyes again and said sternly: "Who asked you to take off your hat? With such messy hair and such a dirty shirt, you are flouting the rules of the game and disrespecting your opponent and Stark." Industry, you will be disqualified from the competition now and please leave the venue!"

After saying that, two security guards immediately came up, held him one on the left and one on the right, and carried him out.

"Asshole! Asshole! You are a black whistle, you are a black whistle, you are treating them differently! I want to report it, there is a black whistle, there is something shady in this game!" The man's eyes glanced back and forth between Roy and the referee, and he roared furiously.

"You still dare to slander our Stark Industries. How can such a person exist now? Our boss is Iron Man, the messenger of justice. How could he do such a thing?" The referee shook his head helplessly, hating that iron cannot become steel. Looking at the man, he felt as if he had been greatly wronged, and sighed with compassion.

Roy was a little confused when he saw this scene. What is going on?

Encountered a black whistle? Is this black whistle still on his side?

After the man completely disappeared from sight, the referee showed a melancholy and wry smile on his face, and said respectfully: "Sir, I'm telling you this is a joke. There are always people who don't understand my good intentions. Tell me, just him." With that sloppy look and unabashed sarcasm, even if he has talent, he will not be able to use it because he doesn't know how to be a good person. However, my method of sharpening his edges made him think there was something wrong, and he had no idea what I was thinking. You know, now that all kinds of heroes have been born and the world is peaceful, how can there be any shady secrets? Do you think this is true, Mr. Roy? "

After speaking, he clapped his hands, looking helpless.

Talent, this is definitely a talent that is rare to see in a century!

When this made sense, even Roy had to marvel.

"Mr. Referee is really dedicated to his duties and won my heart. It is a great blessing for Stark Industries to have a talent like you!" Roy had a smile on his face and was not stingy with his praise.

Roy has seen a lot of rogues, but this is the first time he has encountered someone who can be so artistic.

Hearing this, the referee was as happy as if he had eaten honey. He clenched his fists and burst into tears, as if he was finally appreciated. He wiped his tears and then said: "I don't take it as gospel. I have always treated Star I regard Mr. Ke as my idol and this messenger of justice as my lifelong goal! It is my lifelong dream to become a partner of justice!"

"Well said, Mr. Referee, this call is simply enlightening and enlightening. I believe that sooner or later, you will realize your dream and become a partner of those heroes fighting side by side." Roy spoke confidently, his words full of He received recognition and affirmation, but then he changed the subject, lowered his tone, and asked in the referee's ear: "Did your boss ask you to do this?"