Zhao Leshan continued to start today's finals as if nothing had happened. Tang Baihu gave instructions to the staff and then turned around and fell asleep.
So sleepy!
Regarding cultivation, he usually relies on what the system provides him, but if he practices it on his own, he is really not used to it.
Soon, he fell into sleep.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but a uniformed staff member slowly walked up behind him and kicked him hard on the waist.
"Wake up, it's your turn!"
Tang Baihu jumped up suddenly, looked around, and found that he was in the waiting area. He covered his back and looked at the staff aggrievedly: "Why did you kick me?"
"It's your turn. I've called you several times and you still don't wake up. I have no choice but to move my feet."
"you……"
Tang Baihu was so angry that he gritted his teeth and didn't know what to say for a moment.
He covered his back with his hands and limped out of the waiting area.
"Brother Tang, come on! You are the best!"
"Senior Brother Tang, you are my male god, I like you!",
"Tang Baihu, I stole my boyfriend's spirit stone to support you!"
"..."
As soon as he walked out, the cheers from the audience startled him. Tang Baihu looked around and saw at a glance that almost all the audience stood up to cheer him on.
He froze on the spot.
Although some people had cheered for him before, more people still looked down on him. How could this group of people today be as powerful as the navy army?
By the way...didn't you guys have a good night's sleep? Where do you get such strong energy? Can you share it with me...
Little did he know that in the past few days, he had defeated Bi Yongan, who was ranked thirteenth on the seed list, and Du Xiaotao, who was ranked fifth. With his sage body and whip spirit, he had become the favorite to win the championship.
Although I don't understand it, it feels good to be liked by others.
He greeted the audience cheerfully and walked slowly towards the ring.
"Tang Baihu, walk faster!"
Zhao Leshan's angry voice came, and Tang Baihu immediately stepped up to the ring.
Opposite is a very cute little girl. She wears a light yellow dress, shaggy hair, a pair of phoenix eyes, and holds a soft sword. She slowly walks onto the ring, and her every move is full of energy.
Zhu Ningran, eighth level bachelor.
Zhao Leshan waved expressionlessly: "The competition begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Baihu showed off his gentlemanly demeanor. He put one hand behind his back, signaling for the other party to take action first. Unexpectedly, Zhu Ningran threw away the soft sword, raised his hands high, and blinked his watery eyes.
.
"I surrender."
Tang Baihu:???
Are you giving up? What are you doing?
Do you know how difficult it is for me to refine the corona fire? Can't you let me try my current strength?
Tang Baihu's face darkened, and his heart was filled with grievances and resentment.
Seeing his change of expression, Zhu Ningran hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother, I know you may be angry now, but don't be angry yet and listen to my explanation."
"I've watched every one of your games. I think you're really good. I've become a fan."
"Not even Du Xiaotao, who is ranked fifth on the seed list, is your opponent, let alone me."
"I admit defeat, which not only saves time, but also saves your morale. This will also make it easier for you to go all out in the next competition."
"Okay, I won't waste your time anymore. Come on, you are the best!"
"The competition is over, Tang Baihu wins!" Zhao Leshan had just sat down on his front legs and hurriedly stood up on his back legs to announce the result.
Someone in the audience immediately began to murmur. I didn’t expect that someone would give up the competition even in the finals. Isn’t it too childish?
"It's boring. Why don't you play hard? I still want to see my husband's wonderful performance?"
"Fuck you, Senior Brother Tang is mine, you just want to get involved!"
"..."
After Zhu Ningran admitted defeat, she ran to Tang Baihu in small steps, handed over a pen and said coquettishly: "Well... my friend likes you very much, can you sign it for me? I will take it back to her."
Tang Baihu:......
You don't give me a chance to express myself, but you still want my autograph?
Don't be angry, don't be angry, there will be no one to help you when you are so angry.
Bear with me, I am still an idol now. This is my fan, I can't get angry...
"Where to sign?" Tang Baihu said calmly.
Zhu Ningran generously picked up a piece of clothing and handed it to Tang Baihu: "Just sign this."
While speaking, she glanced in the direction of the auditorium intentionally or unintentionally. The audience seemed to be going crazy.
Outside, a woman sitting in the middle of the front row roared crazily: "Zhu Ningran, stop it! Senior Brother Tang is mine! You are not allowed to touch!"
"Slightly!"
Zhu Ningran made a face at her best friend with a proud look on her face.
Although she wanted this signature just for this best friend, she had to make her angry before giving it to her.
Hum, I made you not practice hard, now you are fine, you can only watch me chat with your idol and ask for autographs.
Tang Baihu was not shy. He took the pen from Zhu Ningran, put his hand under the corner of his clothes, and signed his name on it generously.
"If you compete with others in the future, don't give in casually. This will not be good for your future cultivation."
"I...I know."
Zhu Ningran was a young girl after all. No matter how lively and cheerful she was, she still couldn't help but blush when a man grabbed her clothes and wrote something on them in full view of everyone.
Looking down at Tang Baihu's angular face, they were so close that she could even hear his breathing.
After he finished signing, Zhu Ningran said "thank you" weakly, then turned around and ran away.
Tang Baihu looked at the pen in his hand and immediately shouted: "Girl, your pen..."
The little girl didn't even look back: "I'll give it to you!"
Tang Baihu turned his head and glanced at Zhao Leshan on the referee's bench, only to see that he kept shaking his head and did not urge himself to leave, but the depths of his eyes were filled with emotion and memories.
"Could this man have been very charming when he was young, showing mercy everywhere..."
Tang Baihu murmured to himself and put the pen into his belt.
Although the pen didn't matter to him, and he even wanted to throw it away directly, but after all, this was in public, and the girl was still down there, so even if he wanted to throw it away, he would at least have to wait until he found a place where no one was around.
Seeing this scene, the roaring female disciple went even crazier and rushed towards Zhu Ningran who had just stepped off the ring with red eyes. She was so fast that even the staff on the side did not recover.
"Zhu Ningran, either you will die today or you will die!"
"If you dare to touch my idol, go to hell!"
"Stop! Look at this signature, don't you want it anymore? This is your idol's autograph. As far as I know, there are no female disciples in the outer courtyard who have it."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Ningran, you are so kind to me. If I don't beat you to death, just give me your signature!"