The remaining light of the sun gradually disappeared on the horizon, and thousands of lights shone like daylight in the dark night.
However, the streets that were supposed to be bustling and bustling were particularly deserted today.
It seems that except for more than three years ago, after the battle that tore the north and south of the alliance, there have never been such deserted streets.
There wasn't even a taxi on the road.
And behind this deserted situation, everyone was sitting in front of the TV or mobile phones, intently watching a competition that had attracted everyone's attention for a long time.
Although it was under the banner of Imperial College, due to the overwhelming publicity in the media, everyone now knew that the opponent competing at Beimang College today was a proud man from a foreign land.
Maybe it's unintentional, maybe it's intentional.
Some well-known celebrities in major media have raised this game to the level of whether the alliance can compete with foreign countries in the future.
On the TV, Guo Yu was sitting on the explanation table in a simple black suit. The old man sitting next to him was none other than Li Chuanhai.
The two served as special commentators and hosts, responsible for live broadcasting the entire battle.
"Mr. Li, the Internet is now treating this game as a very serious one that even involves the future development of the league. What do you think about this?"
The game has not officially started yet. As a warm-up, Guo Yu is very experienced in controlling the rhythm of the entire game.
Li Chuanhai was calm and composed, sitting next to Guo Yu. His friendly eyes made people unable to feel the sharpness of this Thunder Lord, but instead felt that he was a kind and amiable old grandfather.
Guo Yu also explained the question very easily: "There is no need to make things so rigorous. There is a long road ahead, and people who start from a high starting point may not be able to reach the end."
Li Chuanhai's understatement attracted a lot of applause on the Internet, and the barrage almost filled the screen.
"Then you think winning or losing today is not important, right?"
"It's not important, but it's also very important. It's very important for those who secretly flatter others and look down on others.
For those who really pay attention to the game, I believe that victory or defeat is only temporary? Children who win can gain something, and children who fail can also realize their shortcomings."
When Ding Xiaoyi, who was sitting at the judges' table, heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
He whispered to Bitser aside: "Mr. Li's ability to speak Mandarin is getting better and better now."
Bitser smiled and said: "That's right, Mr. Li now wears many hats and also serves as the external director and supervisor of our college. He sees more people every day."
After finishing speaking, he said with some regret: "It's a pity... I'm afraid those hypocritical and cunning people have dirty Mr. Li's wisdom."
The position of external director and supervisor? Although it is only a position established by Beimang College.
But the power is so high that even some members of Congress cannot compare with it.
All kinds of flattering and flattering villains? Surrounding them every day? You can't even blast them away, but you can't directly offend people.
How long has it been? Even a person like Mr. Li has to learn to be diplomatic.
This couldn't help but make Bitser feel deeply ashamed.
It seems that what turned Mr. Li into this? It seems to be inseparable from himself.
"Don't think so? In fact, it's quite good."
Ding Xiaoyi patted Bitser on the shoulder and explained: "Mr. Li is still old after all? Has he aged faster than I expected in the past three years? It's time to retreat to the background."
The times are like this, often in a moment or not paying attention, you will be left far behind.
Just like an elderly parent who still insists on the principle of cash transactions in the years when they suddenly enter digital payments, it often seems out of place.
It’s not that they have fallen behind, it’s that the times are changing too fast. They are more focused on daily necessities, and they just miss it if they don’t pay attention.
Li Laozheng is like this. This era is changing too fast. Disaster spirits are everywhere, evil spirits are as numerous as dogs, and injured spirits are as cheap as grass.
Mr. Li has no potential for further improvement.
It is enough to simply retreat behind the scenes peacefully, chat with the fourth child in the cafeteria, play chess, crack melon seeds, have a drink, and live a comfortable life.
After all, the times have fallen into the hands of their generation, and it is time for young people like them to change the times so that they can enjoy it with peace of mind.
Therefore, Mr. Li restrained his sharpness, which was what Ding Xiaoyi wanted to see. What he hoped even more was that the prosperous age he led could be as brilliant as he wished.
"The first game, martial arts! Contestants Wei Yuankai and Wang Xiang."
At this time, the display screen in front of him turned on, and he saw Wang Xiang, who was wearing a neat white training uniform, walking onto the martial arts platform with his bare feet.
Suddenly everyone's eyes seemed to flash with new colors.
Someone on the Internet has long started to reveal Wang Xiang’s story.
Not to mention those hidden families who are all full of curiosity about this girl.
The person she was fighting against was a young man from a foreign land, one year older than Wang Xiang. His immature face had a viciousness that was different from his age.
After the referee read out the rules, Wei Yuankai rushed towards Wang Xiang. His sneaky steps actually caused a blurry afterimage on the court.
As soon as he takes action, the rolling psychic energy will sound like rolling thunder.
"So fast! For a seven-year-old child, the proficiency of such a psychic skill is no worse than that of a well-trained warrior."
Guo Yu has obviously done a lot of homework for this live broadcast.
"Faced with the fierce offensive, Wang Xiang did not confront him head-on. Instead, he chose to retreat, avoid the opponent's edge, and wait for opportunities."
Her steps are light and concise, and she is dressed in white practice clothes, giving people a very hazy and elegant feeling.
"Hey, you taught me this?"
Jasmine, who was sitting at the back of the auditorium, couldn't help but look at Jiayu when she saw this.
Although Wang Xiang's steps are still very stiff, it can already be seen that this is Jiayu's unique footwork [Nine Transformations of the Sky Fox]
"I only taught you once and I just learned the basics."
Jiayu gnawed the apple in her hand carelessly, showing no interest in the competition at all. It was purely because Wang Tianxiong, the bratty younger brother on the side, insisted on dragging her into it.
"You only taught me once?" Jasmine was a little surprised.
It is a rare talent to be able to master the basics of such a complex psychic skill in one go.
"Let's go, there's nothing left to see."
Jiayu stuffed the half-eaten apple into Wang Tianxiong's mouth, jumped off the seat and walked back.
Seeing that his eldest sister was about to leave, Wang Tianxiong hurriedly said: "No, let's see again."
As he spoke, he said in a low voice: "I've taught this girl several times about gun boxing. Let me see how she's doing."
"Then you can't see it. With ten more moves, this girl will win and she won't be able to use them at all."
Jiayu said and left without looking back. In her eyes, a competition of this level was like a little fart beating him around with a stick.
There is really nothing to see, so why not go back and have a good sleep.
Jiayu's words were like God's edict. With only about ten moves, Wei Yuankai couldn't attack for a long time, and he didn't even touch the corner of Wang Xiang's clothes.
The light-headed Wang Xiang would make faces, shake his head and sigh in front of him from time to time, which made Wei Yuankai impatient and about to resort to a decisive blow.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, Wang Xiang spotted the flaw, jumped to his side and punched Wei Yuankai's abdomen with a deft and deft punch.
Followed by a series of quick strikes, the person was knocked off the stage cleanly.
"yes!!"
The wonderful scene was instantly played back on TV repeatedly under the watchful eye of more than a dozen cameras.
The clean and neat method attracted countless big men in the bar to shout wildly.
The elderly people in front of the TV all clenched their fists excitedly when they saw this. They couldn't help but feel a little regretful, worried that they would not be able to see the growth of this proud girl in their lifetime.
"OK!"
In the old house of the Wang family, all the descendants of the Wang family raised their glasses and shouted.
In an unknown deep mountain forest, Wang Zhao was holding a small computer. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but smile silently on his face.
"Proud not!"
The voice in his mind came, and Wang Zhao nodded, commenting matter-of-factly: "Proud, when I was her age, I didn't even learn basic psychic skills."
Speaking of this, Wang Zhao couldn't help but think of how he looked when he was young, how he was clumsily practicing boxing at that time. It's funny to think about it now.
In comparison, it is simply not half as good as Wang Xiang, no, even half of it may not be comparable.
"If we had followed the current admission standards, I might not have been qualified to enter Beimang College back then."
"Don't say that, be more confident!" Sensing Wang Zhao's thoughts, the voice in his mind comforted him: "Remove the word 'maybe'."
"snort!"
Wang Zhao knew that this guy couldn't say anything good in three sentences. Fortunately, after so many years, he had already become accustomed to it, so he didn't have to be angry with this guy.
Unexpectedly, the voice in my mind continued: "Proud, just be proud for now. In another twenty years, you will become the pride of others!"
Wang Zhao was startled, and before he could react, the image of a young man holding Wang Xiang in his arms immediately popped into his mind.
The most hateful thing is that this young man actually has a face exactly like Ding Xiaoyi.
In an instant, even Wang Zhao, who had been as calm as iron these years, was so angry that he threw away the tactical computer in his hand with a wave of his hand.
He stood up and looked up at the bright starry sky above his head: "Ding Xiaoyi! Our hatred is irreconcilable!!!"
Wang Xiang won the battle cleanly, which was both expected and unexpected by everyone.
It just won countless cheers and applause.
But many people felt that it was not enough fun and were all looking forward to the next battle.
"madness!"
In the rest area, Jia Baosan looked down at Wei Yuankai's face with cold eyes.
"I knew you were going to lose, but you still lost so easily! Trash!"
Jia Baosan had a dark face and cursed in his heart that he had made a mistake. Although he had already predicted this match, he expected that Wang Xiang would win.
So he was mentally prepared to pay the price, which was nothing more than some ghost money and a few exotic psychic skills.
It's just that Jia Baosan wanted to play Tian Ji's horse racing trick and pushed out the weaker Wei Yuankai.
Wei Yuankai is good at defense. As long as he delays with force, even if he wins, he can create the appearance that Wang Xiang tried his best to win.
But I didn't expect to lose so easily. Now, my idea of completely destroying the will of the people in the Alliance may not achieve the expected results.
Wei Yuankai's face turned pale. He was so scolded that he didn't dare to speak. He could only sit aside in despair with his head lowered.
"Abbott, you are in the next fight. Remember to be fast and ruthless. I will give you one minute to resolve the battle!"
The child named Abbott is only about eight years old, but he is tall and strong, with dark skin and big white teeth.
After hearing what Jia Baosan said, he immediately grinned: "Thirty seconds, if I can't kill him in thirty seconds, you put my head in the toilet."
After saying that, Abbott stood up and walked towards the martial arts stage.
The second battle will be ready soon.
As the commentator, Guo Yu would never let this period of time go by silently. He discussed with Li Chuanhai the fighting styles of Wang Xiang and Wei Yuankai, as well as the remarkable aspects of them.
Of course, Li Chuanhai said everything was true, and the old man had stopped playing the trick of undermining the inferior and supporting the superior.
Instead, he kept praising Wei Yuankai and used the replay screen to list the characteristics of Wei Yuankai's psychic skills.
Wang Xiang was not mentioned from beginning to end, but at the end, he sighed: "It's a pity that his opponent is Wang Xiang."
The sound of regret brought Wang Xiang to a higher level.
Even Ding Xiaoyi, who was sitting below, secretly gave a thumbs up after hearing this, thinking: "Ginger is still hotter when old!"
The second game is about to begin.
At this time, Wang Xiaoyi quietly walked up to Ding Xiaoyi and whispered a few words in his ear. Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed and he immediately left with Bitser.
The two of them hurried to the Yaowang Valley newly built for Mr. Lu.
I saw that the small garden in front of me was beginning to take shape. The room had complete water and electricity, and all the home appliances were arranged properly. I have to say that Bitser's efficiency was quite fast.
The two pushed the door open and entered. When they saw Mr. Lu holding a book and studying it carefully, Bitser asked anxiously: "Mr. Lu, is this really so serious?"
Mr. Lu put down the medicine book in his hand, nodded, motioned for the two of them to sit down, and took out a piece of paper from a small box on the side.
After quickly writing a recipe on the table, he said: "If you follow this recipe, he can survive the Mid-Autumn Festival next year at most."
"Whatever went wrong, at worst we can use biotechnology to replace it!"
Ding Xiaoyi did not look at Fang Zi. When he saw Quentin today, he noticed something was wrong with Quentin's complexion, and the anger in his body became darker and darker.
Then he quietly sent Wang Xiaoxiao to ask Mr. Lu.
In the end, what Mr. Lu said surprised them. Quentin and Marina were both the most loyal supporters of Beimang College.
If there was even one tenth chance, he would do his best to save Quentin.
Besides, the current medical technology of the alliance is not even a problem for complex whole-body modifications like Redding's, so why can't it cure Quentin's illness?
"It's no use. He has damaged his vitality. Qi can help the spirit, and damage to the spirit can damage the essence. The accumulated evil of the three has made him unable to withstand your torture."
What Mr. Lu means is that Quentin looks healthy, but in fact he has been empty for a long time, and his body is full of holes. At this time, any unnatural means cannot make up for it.
Even if there is biotechnology that can replace the five internal organs, I am afraid that others will not be able to survive before the operation is completed.
Therefore, the medicine Mr. Lu gave Quentin could only make him walk more comfortably, but there was nothing he could do to save his life.
