Chapter 705 Breaking the Screen
“My name is Frank William Ababell Jr.”
Who would have thought that such a simple line could be so haunting? ; But after the lights came on and I saw the faces in front of me clearly, the handsome guy was indeed a handsome guy, but he was not Anson.
The screams and cheers that had just escaped were cut off again, and they all fell into astonishment and shock, staring ahead without the ability to react, at a loss.
So, is this some kind of performance art?
etc!
Is this a prank by NYU? Do they think it's fun to do a fishing imitation of Anson's pop-up event and have the entire audience on edge? Do they treat the audience like fools?
Amidst the astonishment and shock, a surge of anger arose spontaneously.
One after another, several spectators could be seen standing up angrily.
However, before they had time to express their protest, another figure appeared behind the big screen. Instead of going to the front of the screen, he stood at the side of the stage——
Blair noticed, immediately.
Even if there is no light, it is just a vague silhouette, but an instinct pulls the eyes to look over, staring at the slender and tall figure.
The heart stops beating.
The shadow picked up the phone, and a deep voice came from the phone.
“My name is Frank William Abbabel Jr.”
Actually, there is a fourth one?
"Oh, sorry, my bad, my name is actually Anson Wood."
Crack.
The spotlight moved to the left, covering the figure that had just appeared on the left side of the stage -
The whole world was silent and quiet, without a sound.
call.
The roar of the engines of passing vehicles could be heard from the main street behind me, which further enhanced the silence of Washington Square. There were no protests, no complaints, no discussions, no surprises, nothing at all. Everything seemed to have pressed the pause button.
Thousands of eyes all fell on that figure.
A NYU sweatshirt paired with a white bottoming T-shirt and a leather baseball jacket. Such a simple and light outfit exudes a youthful atmosphere. If you stop anywhere casually, you will feel like you are walking in the spring breeze. As if coming out, the cold wind in Manhattan late at night has become gentle.
So close yet so far, like the North Star.
Blair felt like a fool. Unexpectedly, he burst into tears, and the world blurred into a halo in the hot tears.
Poof. Plop.
The sound of heart beating hovered between heaven and earth for a long time.
Joy? happiness? hapiness?
No, none of it, but a pure feeling, enough energy to burn the soul, piercing the heart from the toes like lightning.
"Ah."
Blair was the first to scream, and stood up regardless of himself, even if others said he was crazy, it didn't matter.
“Ahhhh.”
As she shouted, she smiled, and her smile bloomed proudly amidst the hot tears; as she shouted, her whole body burned like a flame. stand up.
It turns out that this is a surprise.
The next second.
Karen finally reacted, her eyes filled with disbelief, and she hurriedly stood up, holding onto Blair's arm in a hazy state.
"Blair."
"Blair..."
"I, I think I saw Anson."
Blair turned his head, with tears in his eyes, firmly grasped his friend's hands, and shouted in a feverish voice, "Anson. Anson! That's Anson!"
Karen's eyes widened, as if she was frightened. .
Then, the familiar voice came from my ears.
“Surprise, New York!”
Ah.
Ahhhh.
Karen finally reacted and watched Blair screaming crazily; Blair also lost his mind, jumping and screaming frantically. Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
The heat wave is rising steadily.
Washington Square, which was in shock, finally realized what had happened. One or two people exchanged glances incredulously, with expressions of doubt on their faces. However, they gradually confirmed the answer while shouting at each other. Before they had time to react, they were involved in this. In the storm.
Ah, ah ah ah.
Crazy, completely crazy, an instant burst of incredible energy swept the entire place, so much so that all pedestrians and residents in the nearby blocks looked over, and students from New York University came out in droves.
The night is burning.
Anson, who was standing on the stage, was also startled. He looked at the scene in front of him with surprise. Even after two full weeks of surprise activities, the energy released by this heat wave was still jaw-dropping. .
He rushed from Boston to New York in a hurry, from helicopter to private jet to helicopter and finally to private car. He arrived successfully in about an hour, but Anson was still dizzy and couldn't feel the whole person floating in the air. gravity.
Then.
A rolling heat wave is coming from directly ahead, and the air is steaming.
Like a mirage.
……
"Anson showed up in Washington Square."
Nicholas Flynn: Huh?
The New York Times reporter heard the words coming from the receiver of his mobile phone. A mouthful of hamburger was stuffed in his throat and he almost couldn't swallow it. He was about to choke to death. He quickly took a big gulp of Coke and swallowed it wholeheartedly. Swallow the burger hard.
However, there was no need to continue explaining on the phone, there was also a commotion in the restaurant.
"Anson is down town."
"What? When? How did you come?"
"It's only two hours from Philadelphia..."
"Anson is not in Philadelphia, but in Boston."
" What, Boston? When?"
"Idiot, it's in New York now"
Amid the hustle and bustle, the TV screen was tuned to Fox.
"Latest news, Anson Wood made a surprise appearance in Washington Square to launch the last stop of the 'Cat and Mouse Game' flash mob event."
On the screen, a helicopter sent by Fox TV was overlooking - —
No reporters.
Professionals can tell immediately that Fox was also killed and was caught off guard. He didn't even have time to find reporters, so he sent a helicopter immediately. No matter what, he went to the scene first to capture the scene and get ahead of other media. The footage was transmitted before, and now the reporter should also be heading to Washington Square.
Looking down from the helicopter lens, you can see that there is a hustle and bustle around Washington Square, and the vast crowds of people are rushing towards the same goal from all directions, and the figures are as densely packed as ants.
At the same time, fences have been pulled up in an orderly and unhurried manner around Washington Square, and the queue fence has been pulled up at the entrance near the arch. The winding queue is rapidly extending bit by bit.
In the center of everything, a spotlight fell on the stage, the big screen was turned off, and all eyes fell on the only figure in the center.
Amidst the roar of the propellers, one can faintly hear the deafening shouts stirring up the huge waves.
"Anson."
"Anson."
"Anson."
Neat and vast, fanatical and intense, surging like a mushroom cloud.
It’s spectacular.
Although the flash mob event has been going on for two weeks and they have seen many amazing scenes, everything was instantly weaker than the scene before them.
This is truly spectacular.
Washington Square, Anson actually chose Washington Square as the end point of the event.
With a sudden movement, Nicholas stood up and rushed out without caring about his hamburger and Coke.
A brake, and you go and come back.
Forget about hamburgers and Coke, but you must bring your mobile phone.
(End of this chapter)