"Wait until you win the next game. If I help you like this and you still lose, don't mention any thanks." Mu Xianning said with a calm smile.
Huangfu Yunjin smiled honestly, "Yeah, if I still lose like this, how can I have the nerve to see you again." Huangfu Yunjin smiled, and that smile was like a ray of warm winter sunshine shining into her cold snow-like face.
Although nothing had changed in her heart, it made her feel comfortable.
A dark eye in the darkness stared at everything about them, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
He was interested in destroying everything she did...
From the beginning of the third competition, there is no distinction between levels, and there is no difference in the battle.
At this time, the students were no longer paying attention to the stands surrounding the entire lake.
In response, the central grandstand slowly changed from a circle to a line. It was still divided into two levels, but it was now face to face with the students on the shore of Yunli Lake, staring at the battlefield on the lake.
At this time, the water arena, which was once again exposed to water, had been surrounded by guardrails.
Obviously, the next game will not be won by just pushing the players out of the bounds, but the real competition of skills and strength will begin. The fun starts from now on.
In the stands, Elder Mo Fan started yawning again after the last game, "It's so boring, so boring."
An Qianxi rolled her eyes at Mo Fan. He was already over 60 years old. What hasn't he seen? That's why he finds everything boring. He has always said that he has narcolepsy, but An Qianxi has always felt that it's nothing.
It was just a reason and excuse to explain why he found many things so boring that he would fall asleep.
"Elder Mo Fan, from now on, we will start to pay attention to the top students who will take the exam this month. The third and second grades have been decided when they enter school, but this year's first-year students must study hard.
Pay attention." An Qianxi said seriously.
Mo Fan was reminded by An Qianxi and couldn't help but cheer up. Although it was boring, he still had to do his job.
"What stage is it now? How many first-year students are shortlisted?" Mo Fan had been sleeping before and didn't even notice who was promoted and who was not. And he didn't often pay attention to the second- and third-year students.
Apart from An Qianxi's case, students who needed the guidance of the four elders were assigned to him, and except for two or three whom he had met, he didn't know anyone else.
An Qianxi rolled her eyes at him. Sometimes she really didn't understand why she had to be the dean of students and made all three of them lazy. She was the only one who suffered. Mo Fan was still fighting.
He only cares about his cousin Moss and doesn't care about anything.
But in the end, An Qianxi just reluctantly introduced him.
"Among the twenty-five people this time, there are ten third-year students, eight second-year students, and seven first-year students." An Qianxi introduced Mo Fan.
Mo Fan was stunned, "There are actually seven in the first grade? And there are only ten in the third grade?" Guaiguai, in previous years, the third grade always suppressed the second and first graders, and sometimes even the third graders would
There are thirteen or four, which divides half of the number of finalists, and only thirteen or four people can be selected in the second grade and first grade. Sometimes only four or five can be selected in the first grade. Therefore, these five or six people become
The four elders taught him personally, which shows how rare the opportunity is.
