Still whistling, Yang Huihua covered his mouth and ran away. His face was gloomy. The hot eyes of those people made him feel ashamed. He bent over and tried to find a hole to crawl into. His pace quickened and he held his hand.
Your own numbered ball is hidden in the crowd.
Jiang Yan stood on the rooftop and looked at the group of teenagers. There was no room for mercy in Leng October's brutal moves. He liked it, it was domineering enough, but if he didn't like it, he didn't like it because he didn't have so many twists and turns.
"Sorry, it's done!"
A staff member was wiping sweat, there was some dust on his face, and there was a towel hanging around his neck. He had obviously just crawled out of the big urn, still holding tools in his hand.
Leng October held the handle of the big urn, and with a clever move, the big urn began to roll. The number ball kept beating. Finally, when it was about to stop, a number ball fell into the pipe. This number ball
Using the still-rotating urn, he naughtily passed through the pipe and rolled into Leng October's hands.
Leng October grabbed the numbered ball and put it in his tennis bag, standing aside waiting for the game to start.
The sun was setting in the west, and the day had obviously passed like this. A few people were waiting to draw numbered balls, and there were not many numbered balls left in the big urn.
Finally, just before nightfall, the vice president of the Internet Prison came out to speak.
"Students, no, it should be players, you are welcome to participate in the monthly ranking competition."
Although the old deputy dean has white hair, his bright eyes show his extraordinary qualities. His powerful voice and passionate words have touched the hearts of many people.
"Please turn the number ball and pull it to both sides!"
He guided everyone to open the number ball, and found that the number ball was actually a small tablet computer, and the numbers on the display above were his own numbers. Leng October looked at his own number, 927.
"Please click on the screen, your number and name will appear in our system, and you will know who your next opponent is from this computer."
After the vice president finished speaking, he bowed and left...
Leng Yueyue clicked on the number and found that his opponent was actually...Yang Huihua! They were really enemies!!
Once everyone's numbers and names are entered, the order of the fight is instantly arranged.
Leng Yueyue visually observed that he would not meet his teammates so quickly. The numbers of the five generals seemed to be very different, and the others did not recognize each other.
"Everyone can go back and rest. The competition will officially start tomorrow! It will last for three days."
The man hosting the event held a microphone, and more than 3,000 people could complete the game in three days? Leng Shiyue thought, unless all the tennis courts were confiscated.
Actually it’s not... It was only on the second day of Leng October that I found out the true meaning of the Internet Prison.
Leng October shook her hair and came out of the bathroom. After taking a shower, her fair face had a hint of crimson, which looked a little delicate and cute, but her bright eyes were filled with ice mist, which had condensed into ice.
I wiped my hair with a towel, clicked on my tablet, and found that those guys were chattering away.
"Boss, boss!! It seems we will never meet!!"
Cheng spoke very positively, and at the end he left a proud expression.
"Boss, I really want to fight you, but it's a pity!!"
Chi was very excited, but a little frustrated. The difference between their numbers and the boss's was about 100, so they would have to defeat a lot of people before they could meet him.