Five Hundred and Twentieth Battle a Pain

The students participating in the national team trials are all under unified management.

Although I can't control what time I get up and take a shower, there are clear requirements for when to eat.

At 7:20 in the morning, after Jiang Xiao finished washing, he followed Zhao Wenlong out of the room and went to the restaurant on the west side of the first floor of the hotel for dinner.

Jiang Xiao eats breakfast in this restaurant every day. Compared with the noise before, now, there are only a few figures in the huge restaurant.

After all, there are only 16 contestants and the leading teacher left in the hotel. If there is no accident, after today, there will only be 10 contestants left.

Jiang Xiao took the dinner plate, put a piece of jujube cake, a potato pancake, a drawer of steamed buns, two boiled eggs, and two side dishes, one cold and one hot, at the front of the cafeteria. soy milk.

Fang Xingyun and Hou were obviously not there, and they didn't know whether they had finished eating or hadn't woken up yet.

However, Jiang Xiao saw a familiar figure and walked over with a plate: "Are you able to eat?"

Xing Yan raised his head, and there was still egg yolk on his mouth. The food in his mouth made him not choose to speak, but "hummed".

Jiang Xiao looked at the pile of egg shells in front of his desk, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling!

Stone Hammer!

Chicken Terminator!

This man ate so many unhatched chicks!

"Aren't you too cruel?" Jiang Xiao looked at the pile of egg shells and continued, "Don't you know that you need to dip eggs in sauce?"

Xing Yan: "..."

On the side, Zhao Wenlong also sat at the table with a plate. The life of a retired veteran cadre made Jiang Xiao's scalp tingle again.

On Zhao Wenlong's plate, there are two pastries, a fried egg, and a plate of green vegetables... He still holds the cup of tea he brewed in his hand...

Please respect your star warrior profession! You exercise so much every day, so you just eat this little?

Take a look at Xingyan! This is called a real man! Look at the finished braised pork rice bowl, look at the empty steamed stuffed bun drawer!

You Zhao Wenlong...eh?

Beside Jiang Xiao, a beautiful figure suddenly sat down.

Yo huh? Isn't this the tree goddess?

Jiang Xiao glanced at her curiously. Boys like Jiang Xiao and Xing Yan are more resistant to sitting next to each other, so the three of them on the table are scattered. Xin Aian is petite and doesn't take up much room. Akatsuki didn't say anything.

The point is, if the other girl sits here and Jiang Xiao moves the plate away, it might be bad.

"If the top eight meet, just put on a show, and I will admit defeat." Xinai Anbai held chopsticks in her tender little hands, and stirred the red and spicy beef noodles on her table.

"Oh." Jiang Xiao thought for a while and agreed, "Okay."

When thinking of Xin Aian, the green color comes to Jiang Xiao's mind, which doesn't go well with the red beef noodles she is eating.

Xin Aian turned to look at Zhao Wenlong with a look of searching.

Zhao Wenlong nodded cooperatively: "I know."

Xin Ai'an smiled politely, then lowered her head to eat the powder.

Click click click.

On the side, Xing Yan, who was neglected, crushed another boiled egg...

Afterwards, the group of four did not communicate any more. Jiang Xiao had breakfast, went back to the house to rest for a while, and went downstairs to gather at 7:50. Together with the team members, they took the bus to the People's Stadium.

Today's protagonist is not the top eight. Although the top eight also has a confrontation match, the battle of the loser group is the highlight of today.

Among the eight players in the loser's bracket, the top two will be determined, and as substitutes, they will be included in the national team's ten-man roster. Everything will be revealed today.

The starting eight players have obviously been confirmed, but the qualifying match still has to continue. During breakfast, Xin Aian's words obviously did not want to work hard. After all, she has already won the starting position, and she doesn't care about her ranking in the team.

Not surprisingly, there should be some people who think the same as Xin Aian, and they don't care about these so-called rankings.

But among these eight people, without exception, they all care about winning or losing.

After all, they are star fighters, and they are eight people who have been killed all over the country. It is impossible for them to have a high desire to win.

Maybe before the match, what they thought in their hearts was to follow the rules of the match, put on a show, and go through the selection process, but after the real fight, I'm afraid they will get angry.

Under the leadership of their respective team leaders, the students took their seats one by one, and then, the six-year-old child was carried up again...

It is worth mentioning that after entering the quarter-finals, the top eight contestants were numbered from 1 to 8 according to the order of promotion.

The last eight did not change their numbers, they will come to compete for No. 9 and No. 10.

Instead, Jiang Xiao and others became the "hot field" students. After the introduction of the staff, everyone also knew the procedure of today's competition:

The winner's group will determine the semi-finals first, and the loser's group will determine the semi-finals.

The winner's group decides the top two, and the loser's group decides the top two.

At this point, the national team's ten-man roster is basically determined, but both the winner's group and the loser's group have their own battles for the championship. The winner of the lower bracket will get the number 9.

What is really meaningful is the title of "captain of the national team", and the title from 2 to 10 is the same.

Once you take the captain, your status will be different. It’s not that the resources can be tilted too much. At least it is difficult to bypass the captain of the national team for various interviews and exposures of the team.

This is full of publicity for your school and even your hometown, and it will increase your personal and school influence.

Just imagine, among a group of great gods in the imperial capital and the magical capital, a Dazang Xingwu student suddenly appeared and became the captain of the national team in this individual competition. People's reactions can be imagined.

Xin Aian thought that Southwest Xingwu University would not be very happy, so Xin Aian also said that he would put on a show and admit defeat.

Jiang Xiao was different, he could wave whatever he wanted, and when the sky fell, Mingming and Zhao Wenlong would stand against each other.

"No. 1!" The staff member took the ping-pong ball from the child, twisted it, and announced loudly.

Xie Yan raised his right hand high, clenched into a fist, and the black fist belt was taut.

Jiang Xiao leaned on his knees with his elbows, clenched his hands, and rested his chin on his fists. He looked like he was praying, and murmured: "Zhao Wenlong! Zhao Wenlong! Zhao Wenlong!"

Zhao Wenlong:? ? ?

The corner of Hou Mingming's mouth raised slightly. In fact, many people here hoped to see this match. One black and one white, two masters of boxing and kicking, the fight must be quite exciting!

The staff took the ping-pong ball from the child, twisted it, and held it up high: "No. 3!"

Jiang Xiao:? ? ?

"Haha!" Zhao Wenlong couldn't help laughing, Jiang Xiao was the third to be promoted, and his current number is number three.

Jiang Xiao was stunned,

Did I breastfeed myself?

The queen on the side is obviously unhappy. From the top 32 to the present, he still hasn't met Jiang Xiao?

"Damn it." Hou Mingming shook his hand violently, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Seeing such a scene, Jiang Xiao felt much better. He stood up and raised his right hand to express that he had no objection.

The staff signaled the children to continue drawing table tennis balls. Jiang Xiao lowered his head and looked at Hou Mingming who was extremely dissatisfied. He put one hand on Hou Mingming's shoulder and muttered softly:

"You can't get what you want, what's wrong with you."

Hou Mingming raised his head, looked at Jiang Xiao's ugly face, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and calmed down the churning emotions in his heart.

Having said that, why does this kid still speak in a tone?

Is this a lyric?

"You enter the semi-finals for me!" Hou Mingming said coldly.

Jiang Xiao sat down and grinned: "That's right, Xie Yan's strength is outrageous! I can't beat him."

Hou Mingming's body trembled a little, he clenched his fists tightly, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Cry!"

"You are so unreasonable." Jiang Xiao raised his legs leisurely, "I am a man of steel, with a strong will and a firm heart, how can I cry casually?"

"Jiang! Xiao! Pi!" Hou Mingming turned his head to look at Jiang Xiao, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.

"No. 2!" The voice of the staff came from below.

Hou Mingming could only stand up and raise his right hand high, but he kept looking down at Jiang Xiao, his face covered with frost.

"Hey, eighth is pretty good too, I'm satisfied~"

Jiang Xiao said, leaning back comfortably, even reached out and patted the giant blade on the right side, as if coaxing the baby to sleep: "You are tired too, life, don't rush to everything, Occasionally stop, look at the surrounding scenery, enjoy the wild grass and wild flowers in your footsteps..."

Appreciating wild grass and wild flowers is the most coquettish...

"Pfft..." Zhao Wenlong couldn't stand such serious nonsense the most, so he really couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"number 6!"

Zhao Wenlong:? ? ?

No. 6 is Zhao Wenlong's number.

Imperial Star Martial Civil War!

Hou Mingming and Zhao Wenlong ran into each other again!

Hou Mingming immediately pointed the finger at Zhao Wenlong.

All right, this is also a very strong opponent. It is acceptable to fight Zhao Wenlong instead of Jiang Xiao.

"No 4!"

Ember stood up.

"Fight against No. 8!"

Wu Xiaojing raised her right hand high.

Tsk tsk, another love-hate relationship~

The remaining two will automatically become opponents, No. 7 Fan Ren will face No. 5 Xin Aian.

Staff: "Please enter the first group of players!"

Jiang Xiao stood up holding the giant blade, and hurriedly left this land of right and wrong. Facts have proved that where there is post-clearness, it is where Jiang Xiao is right and wrong.

Over there, the silent Xie Yan also entered the stage.

"Both players are ready!" The referee shouted.

A huge fist star pattern bloomed instantly on Xie Yan's body, and above that clenched fist, there was a black flame burning blazingly.

Jiang Xiao was stunned for a moment, is this showing his attitude?

This silent beast is going to do its best to play as a normal game? Does he want the captaincy?

"Jiang Xiaopi! Be serious! Enter the semi-finals!" Hou Mingming stood up from the audience and roared angrily.

"Hey..." Jiang Xiao grinned, he didn't want to be the captain, and he didn't want to be a crying bag...

"Start!" The referee yelled.

With an order, Xie Yan's body suddenly tilted, obviously trying to avoid blessings. And he seemed to realize that he would be silenced, so the black flames did not burn on his body.

But to Xie Yan's surprise, Jiang Xiao didn't attack.

Xie Yan frowned slightly, and spoke very rarely, with a gloomy voice: "If you don't fight, you will admit defeat."

"It is impossible to admit defeat, and it is impossible to admit defeat in this life." Jiang Xiao said.

Since the other party is so serious, is it a rare opportunity to practice sparring? This is a boxing master, huh?

Jiang Xiao thought about it, his unarmed combat has not been upgraded for a long time, and he has been stuck on the silver 9. If he fights to the death with Gao Sheng, will he go further?

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, if you can pass the gold rank level in this battle, wouldn't it be a huge profit?

After all, regular sparring is different from life-and-death fighting. According to Xie Yan's state, it should be able to stimulate his own fists to advance, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiao hooked Xie Yan: "Come."

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, his body was ignited with raging black flames, and he rushed over quickly.

"Oh, that's not okay. I only eat sweets, not bitters." Jiang Xiao muttered, seeing Xie Yan approaching constantly, Jiang Xiao fell silent and threw it out.

It directly extinguished the black flame on Xie Yan's body.

Xie Yan looked dignified, looked at the motionless Jiang Xiao, neither cried nor blessed, this... Xie Yan seemed to realize something, this kid wants to compete with him? Disable star skills?

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Xie Yan, who was supposed to be smashed by Silence, his blood surged and he was in unbearable pain, actually raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile?

Xie Yan clenched his fists and walked out of the silent field, but he didn't use any star skills. He just swayed from side to side, his figure was erratic, and he quickly approached Jiang Xiao.

Jiang Xiao's next reaction made everyone startled. They saw Jiang Xiao thrust the giant blade into the ground fiercely, put on a standard fighting style, and charged forward!

Compete with the master? This kid is...going all out?

One thrust of the giant blade, one increase of silence!

Win fourth, lose eighth?