Transparent Bridge couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or bragging, so he could only pass it off as a fart.
After the lunch break, Musu started a new round of competition.
Transparent Bridge thought for a moment, sorted out the information related to Mu Su in her head, and read it again.
Chaos, unpredictable. It has been the same from the beginning to now. It seems to know everything, and it seems to know nothing...
The screen changed rapidly and finally settled on a piece of tabloid news.
[This man is from 2000 years ago]
The reporter has always distorted the facts in order to gain attention, using the Spring and Autumn Period style to give readers the illusion, and omitting the word AD before 2000 AD. At first glance, it seems to be from the 5th century.
Can anyone really live to be 400 years old...
In the 10 events in the afternoon, Mu Su was treated like a superstar.
The superstar here refers to the superstar on the sports field - someone who is alerted and guarded, no one will look down on him, and he should be on guard to the greatest extent.
If it were football, it would probably be like four players on the opposite side holding hands and surrounding each other for defense.
At the end of the second day, Musu has entered the semi-finals in 12 events. Of the 32 events that have been held so far, Musu has entered the semi-finals in 22 events.
Even if Mu Su fails in all events in the semi-finals, the points he has gained are enough to rank among the top 10,000, which is a prerequisite for entering the third round of the Death Tournament.
Celebrated one night, and on the third day, we arrived as promised.
On the last day of the rematch, only two sports will be competed on this day: football and basketball.
After three games between 128 teams each, 18 teams will be selected to advance to the semi-finals.
Thirty minutes before the start of the game, Musu entered the wardrobe of the presidential suite and appeared in the team lounge when he walked out.
Eight or nine players had already gathered in the lounge. Seeing Mu Su, they were stunned at the same time, and then showed their heartfelt excitement.
"Great, Musu joins our team, we will definitely win!"
"I'm so lucky..."
"Boss Musu, how do you plan to play football?"
This group of teammates, who were randomly composed of seeded players, started talking in all directions.
Mu Su smiled lightly: "Football cannot be played by one person."
The remaining two players appeared one after another within ten minutes, and a total of 11 players, 8 men and 3 women, discussed for a while.
"Should we find a way to send each other off the field..."
"If the opponent is not stupid, he must have taken precautions in advance, and it will be difficult to violate the rules."
"You mean do nothing?"
"What I mean is to try our best to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. Without a substitute, we have one more advantage and even if Mu Su is sent off for a foul, it's worth it."
After discussing for a while, they still had no clue. They determined that neither of them knew much about this sport, so they omitted the part of formulating tactics and changed it to have only one goal: all players except the goalkeeper chase the ball.
This is probably one of the few disadvantages of seeded players. Team events are not as good as players who have been on the team since the preliminaries.
After changing into red and white uniforms, the players swarmed out of the lounge and onto the green field as the announcement in the lounge sounded.
There were not many spectators on the field, but the game received live broadcast attention, and several cameras and camera operators were set up everywhere.
Before the game even started, Mu Su encountered very strict scrutiny. With the protests and assistance of the opposing players, the referee searched Mu Su. The blood drops and meteor hammer he had hidden in his sweatpants were found.
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No one is a fool. Faced with the notorious Mu Su, everyone does not hesitate to speculate on Mu Su with the greatest malice, including his teammates - who knows that Mu Su will not be crazy enough to kill his teammates together?
The two commentators also made fun of Mu Su at the right time, asking the other team to beg for players before doing anything, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Even after being searched, the players on the opposite side were still worried, so they planned to send someone to keep an eye on Musu and report any unusual movements to the referee team.
After a few days, most players also understood. The referee team is a group of guys who will never show up if you don't look for them. If you don't tell me, I can't see them in plain clothes.
After the body search, the players from both teams stood in a row in the center of the field.
Mu Su was talking trash to a tall female player named Chicken Soup Girl opposite him: "I'll see what you do this time."
Mu Su smiled slightly, he never resorted to verbal disputes.
The metal shin guards in his socks and the storage ring on his index finger will prove it.
Musu took the initiative to take on the task of goalkeeper because he did not want to follow the ball around. A few minutes later, the whistle sounded and the game started.
The opponent got the ball first and easily broke through the Musu team's blockade like an arrow. After passing the ball a few times, he got extremely close to the penalty area.
Musu lay on his side in the middle of the goal, propped up his head and yawned, turning a blind eye to the approaching players.
Player Wen Jingtian controlled the ball at his feet. After witnessing Mu Su's leisurely behavior, he hesitated and raised his foot to kick the ball!
Perhaps because he was too nervous, his kick was off target, and the ball was not touched and rolled slowly toward the goal.
Wen Jingtian was nervous, and the football slipped past Mu Su's feet without even looking at it, and hit the net.
0:1, the opposite team takes the lead.
They cheered and gathered together to hug. Mu Su's teammates came over in annoyance and questioned what Mu Su was doing.
"Boss, please stop playing, we want to win!"
"We are not like you... I only have two projects that have entered the semi-finals. Please be more serious."
"Tsk... I really can't do anything to you." Mu Su stretched his waist, stood up and went to pick up the football.
His teammates asked him: "Do you have any solution?"
"Don't worry." Mu Su held the ball in his arms, turned around, and said proudly, "I am the king on the green field."
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As the game continued, Mu Su signaled his teammates to run away, then held the football in his hand and threw it hard!
The players of the two teams were running, looking up and watching the football arcing in mid-air, and then falling...at the feet of the opponent's players.
Mu Su's teammates were all stunned.
The player was also stunned, then recovered and volleyed, breaking the net and scoring a goal!
The other side scores one more point.
In the live broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang shook his head slightly: "Musu players did not perform well this time."
Bai Yansong said: "With the referee team watching eagerly, it will be difficult for him to do anything. Mu Su is in danger this time."
The two of them sounded regretful, as if they were expecting Mu Su to commit a foul.
Musu's teammates were about to collapse. Even if they scored two goals in the first minute of the game, they were going to lose. Just as they were running towards Musu, Musu suddenly raised his hands in protest: "I'm protesting the referee. The other side kicked the fake football."
Go into the goal, try to confuse right and wrong, and pretend to be fake!"
"What an idiom!" Sakura, who was watching the game through the window in the streets of Hell City, applauded.
"What!?"
The team members from both the enemy and our sides exclaimed in surprise.
As mentioned before, the referee team doesn't care about anything, but they respond to requests. They come together——