Chapter 1682: Heaven’s Jealousy of Talents 44
Hu Liangming's blood suddenly surged to his head: "I will arrest you!"
Shout to those who registered: "Ying Xuewu wins, 300 kilometers!"
After shouting, I felt a little regretful. It was three hundred kilometers and it would take ten runs to complete it. His results are currently good or bad, and he is finally ranked among the bottom hundreds. If he loses, he will have to run ten extra times!
When he turned around, he saw three club members raising their thumbs towards him with admiring expressions on their faces: "Vice president, you are awesome!"
The person who registered also asked and repeated what he just said.
"Yes! But I'll add three hundred more." He was going to run anyway, so he might as well be more heroic. Even if he had to run for a month, he would at least give the boss some strength.
"A total of six hundred!" The person who registered said after finishing writing: "The current odds are five to one. The final odds will be announced the day before the game starts."
Five to one? It proves how unfavorable the boss is.
But Hu Liangming still held his head high and left proudly. As I walked, I felt heartbroken. It was over. I had to run 600 kilometers in 20 days next semester. Why is Mao so impulsive?
When Ying Xuewu's odds were rising, many professors and instructors made insinuations and even directly asked the principal if Ying Xuewu had agreed to let her pick 20 prospective students if she entered the top six.
It was okay once or twice, but when the school board of directors came to ask questions, the principal couldn't stand it any more, and his silly smile didn't work anymore.
The school board of directors, which consists of eight people, raised this matter at the meeting.
The principal first denied it, saying that it didn't happen.
But the people on the board of directors felt that it would be an honor for the college if a girl could make it to the top six.
In the final meeting, it was decided that even if the principal had not said this, it would still be a mistake!
Li Chengwang told Xi Ning the outcome of the incident. Naturally, Li Chengwang let the news out in a discreet manner. As for how the school meeting knew about it, Xining didn't ask. As long as the information is reliable, there is no need to stick to the source. Thank you, cheap daddy, for giving me such a capable assistant.
Night fell, this time without a moon and with dark clouds. It was pitch black all around, as if the night rain was about to hit.
Xining was the second to arrive at the practice site.
After Zhe Zhiwei arrived, he put his hands on his legs and took a deep breath to adjust his breath.
"Is the injury healed?" Xining asked.
"Most of the time, I can recover before the remaining games." Zhe Zhiwei raised his body, but his breathing was still not smooth.
"If it doesn't work, don't force it. Just lie down for another day." Xining was about to walk towards the stone where she practiced when Zhe Zhiwei called out to her.
"Snow Dance~"
Xining was stunned. Normally, Zhe Zhiwei would call her Miss Yingda. When did she become so close? Is it possible that this person's brain has been opened?
The night hid Zhe Zhiwei's red face. He tried to remain calm and said: "The list has come out. Your opponent in the next game will be my opponent in the last round."
Is he the guy who beat Zhe Zhiwei until he vomited blood and his face was black and blue?
Zhe Zhiwei is a little worried. Even if Ying Xuewu's skill is stronger than him, judging from practicing every night, it is not high enough to deal with it.
So he said sincerely: "His strength is far greater than mine, so be more careful."
Hey, you can also care about people. It seems that you have really enlightened yourself.
Xining raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will."
"If it doesn't work, don't hold on. In fact..." Zhe Zhiwei saw that Ying Xuewu had jumped onto the stone, sat cross-legged and started to practice Qi, so he said no more.
The following words were not spoken: "Actually, you don't have to be in the top six, many people are still willing to follow you." On the day of the competition, all the seats in the stadium were full.
The gymnasium can accommodate more than 2,000 people, but the current number of students is less than 700. According to visual inspection, the current attendance rate has reached more than 85%.
Entering the knockout round, there will be a pre-match show. The young women invited outside were dancing cheerleaders, and their short skirts were as short as they wanted, making some of the hot-blooded male students who didn't have girlfriends scream.
After the cheerful dance, the host, who was wearing a blinding silver jacket and a red shirt, came up and began to shout in a very high voice: "The top ten knockout rounds are about to begin. Those who have fought their way through the preliminary rounds to get here." Twenty players, right here..."
Twenty qualifying contestants stood neatly next to them. Ying Xuewu, with her long hair tied into a ponytail, was naturally particularly eye-catching as the only girl.
A school director in the stands whispered to the principal with some dissatisfaction: "This guy must have been hosting variety shows before." And it was entertainment, with exaggerated movements, exaggerated language, and a bit vulgar.
The principal smiled and said: "Yes, but it's cheap, and everyone is just watching it anyway."
When it comes to cheapness, the school directors lose their voice.
The other directors next to him glanced at it and said, "Well, it was originally just a slapstick thing. If you want to be elegant, someone can preside over it."
Xining felt irritated. The reverberating sound was too loud. The warrior had excellent hearing. The sound coming from the speaker made her head hurt.
This slutty host actually came to mess with her: "Oh, there is another beauty here. I didn't expect that there is such a beautiful beauty shortlisted this time. Let's go over and interview her."
Don't come, bother!
The host still came closer: "This beauty, can you tell me what you think about entering the top 20?"
The perfume I sprayed on my body made my sensitive nose very uncomfortable. Move the microphone closer. This slut will spit when she speaks. Is there any saliva on it?
Xining frowned: "I'm very happy!"
The host was still holding the microphone and waiting, staring at her with two eyes painted with eye shadow and eyebrow cream.
For a moment, the whole place was silent, and one of the loudspeakers in the surroundings actually made a whistle.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of moving the phone, he was probably wondering why he just said one word. Xining could only add: "I'm very happy." Is that okay?
The host smiled awkwardly and moved the microphone in front of him: "It seems that you are still a cold beauty. I heard that you are a freshman. It is probably the first time you participate in such a competition. It is caused by nervousness."
Which of your eyes sees me nervous?
Xining looked at him coldly and rolled his eyes at a 45-degree angle.
"Let's interview the next one." The host continued talking to himself and walked to the next one.
The next person standing was Zhe Zhiwei. As one of the four shortlisted freshmen, he naturally stood very close.
"This is also a freshman. He's a handsome guy. He's really young and promising! Can you tell me what you think about entering the top 20?" The microphone was handed over again.
Zhe Zhiwei didn't have that much patience, so he just said one word: "Get out!"
This caused a burst of laughter.
"I'm just interviewing you, why do I need to hurt people with my words?" The host glared at his heavily made-up eyes.
Zhe Zhiwei looked at him coldly and used some strength: "Please~ get out!"
The sound comes out through the power. Although it is not loud, it travels far. Now the students in the stands burst into laughter again.
(End of chapter)