Chapter 1683: Heaven’s Jealousy of Talents 45
I have never met someone so disrespectful in my life. The host choked for a moment, and then became angry with embarrassment. No matter how many fans he had, he couldn't stop his face from getting redder and redder.
"What do you mean? Are there students like this taught here?" The host took the microphone and roared.
Xining heard the noise, reached out and grabbed the microphone, handed the microphone to a finalist on the other side, and raised it with a kick. Didn't you hear that? You can get out.
"Ah~" The host was kicked away and flew up like a cannonball in the air.
The contestant holding the microphone, like everyone else, watched the host fly up, flying so high, so high...
While watching, he slowly picked up the microphone and announced in an indifferent tone: "The top twenty competition begins now!"
Not only the members of Qingyun Club, but also other students cheered in the stands. Everyone came to watch the game, not to watch guys dressed like advertising lights perform talk shows. What nonsense, this is the competition!
Zhe Zhiwei looked sideways, his cold eyes filled with strange tenderness that he had never seen before.
Uh, don't look at me, I just think this clown is annoying!
Amidst the cheers, the host flew... Fortunately, the direction was a huge decorative balloon. He quickly grabbed the rope under the balloon, and the balloon swayed him around, making him scream. It was really Like a clown adding to the fun.
The school director raised his head, watched with amusement, smiled and clapped: "Well, this program is good." The money is cheap, but it is very entertaining, so it is still worth it.
First, in the competition with freshmen, this time Xining was placed in the third group and Zhe Zhiwei was placed in the fourth group.
Among the top 20 players, a total of four freshmen qualified, eight were sophomores, and 12 were seniors. The good ones are saved for last. As the freshmen who are most likely to qualify, Zhe Zhiwei and Ying Xuewu are naturally at the back. There is a consistent feeling that men have higher cultivation than women, so Ying Xuewu is ranked in the third group.
For fair selection, the four freshmen shortlisted will compete with the sophomore shortlisted ones.
If you lose, you will enter a ranked game, which will be the same as the previous games, with a points system. Those who can enter the top fifteen will directly pass the physical training class in the second half of the semester.
In the previous plot, the competition was the same, but it stopped at this game. In the points match, he defeated three freshmen players and one sophomore player, and got exactly fifteen points, which became the best result for a girl in the history of the academy. As for Zhe Zhiwei, he was dead. The college and the people sent by Zhe Ruicheng negotiated and the body was transported back to his hometown for burial. At this time, grass began to grow on the grave.
According to the odds, the compensation for the four freshmen is naturally the highest. After all, they are freshmen. Even if their cultivation level is comparable to that of the old students, they still lack practical experience. To be ranked in the top twenty is considered to be the best among the freshmen, which is equivalent to choosing one from fifty.
The players went down to prepare for the competition first. Xining, like the other players, sat on the edge of the competition field, leaning against the waiting area in the stands, waiting for him to play.
Hu Liangming, Ding Guang'an and two or three other key members of the Qingyun Society came to cheer him up. The one who pinches the shoulders, and the other who hands him water. If there is a difference between men and women, he can't wait to put the boss's leg on his own and squeeze, and kill the chicken with his whole body.
Xining enjoyed the shoulder squeeze and asked calmly: "Did the vice president send someone?"
"Of course! We sent six people. One of them is a doctor, and one of them owns a massage parlor. They know everything from massage to bone setting and acupuncture." Hu Liangming was already very thorough in his work, not to mention that Zhe Zhiwei had never done anything since he became the vice president. What have you asked for? The more honorary vice presidents like this who don't want younger brothers and won't seize power, the better. We must treat them well.
Xining turned her head and glanced at the rest area five meters away from her. Sure enough, a group of people were surrounding Zhe Zhiwei.
Xining withdrew his head and ordered: "Send six to Jiang Debin to find smart people with sweet mouths."
Hu Liangming almost slapped himself in the face. Yes, Jiang Debin is now the boss's friend. This time he entered the competition. Wouldn't it be better if the boss expressed his gratitude. Just as he was about to make arrangements, he turned back and laughed: "Boss, do you need to send two beautiful girls over?"
Why are you smiling so obscenely? Xi Ning's lips curled up: "It's up to you."
This expression meant that there was no problem. After Hu Liangming said "Hey", he quickly went to make arrangements.
Also a finalist, Jiang Debin was naturally surrounded by several people, including the instructor. Unlike Barton, it didn't matter whether he went or not. He had already done what he could and had paid "a lot, a lot", so he sat on the faculty seat of the college with determination.
Anyway, the freshmen don't expect to win. If they win, it's the best, and the bonus will be much higher. No matter if they lose, twenty prospective students, even if the school board and the principal agree, but if they really give it, they must feel a little unhappy.
If he is unhappy, there is plenty of room for him to put on some shoes.
Therefore, it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses, there are pros and cons, which makes him as bearish as a floating cloud.
Hu Liangming led the people over with a smile on his face: "Second Master Jiang, this is a small job arranged by the boss, and you are still driven by it!"
Six people behind him, four men and two women, bowed 90 degrees at the same time: "Second Young Master Jiang!"
Not to mention Jiang Debin was stunned, everyone behind him was also stunned.
"Do it well!" Hu Liangming said and turned around and left, not letting the other party come back to his senses and decline.
So six people went up at the same time, and the two girls worked even harder.
"Second Young Master Jiang, I'll squeeze your shoulders for you... Second Young Master Jiang, I'll beat your legs for you..." He squeezed his way through the crowd and squeezed his shoulders and legs with a smile.
Although she is not as good looking as Ying Xuewu, she is still pretty good. After all, Ying Xuewu has grown her hair in the past six months and has an indescribable temperament. They say she is like a fairy. Not only is she beautiful, but her background, family background, ability, and being the president of the largest club are all beyond the reach of boys.
The other four were not idle either, two on each side, wearing sunglasses, standing straight with their hands behind their backs, looking like bodyguards, showing off their aura.
Look at the team of assistants preparing for the war, and there are girls squeezing shoulders and beating legs. It’s really a royal level of enjoyment. Seeing everyone's envious eyes, Jiang Debin felt like he was floating. This Ying Xuewu is really on the road. Although they are not "friends", they have become brothers. Such a "brother" is a good friend, and there is no shame in confessing this time.
The competition on the field was in full swing, and the first two freshmen were defeated without exception.
Those who bet on losing sighed and talked a lot. After all, they were still freshmen, and their overall abilities were not as good as those of the old students.
Next, Ying Xuewu came on stage, and many students who were betting became energetic.
Xining stood up and heard a voice from Qingyun Society behind him that resounded throughout the entire venue: "Come on, boss, come on, boss..."
Looking back, I went, what is this!
(End of chapter)