Five Hundred and Forty First Foreign Land

On the afternoon of May 26.

Edo City, the capital of Neon Country, Haneda International Airport.

Under the illumination of a flash of light, more than fifty people, dressed in the uniform of the Chinese national team, hurried with their heads down. Under the guidance of the staff, they walked out of the airport all the way and rushed into the pick-up car In the bus.

Faintly, Jiang Xiao, who was walking quickly with his head down, heard the shout of "Huaxia"...

Two buses are more than enough to accommodate 50 individuals. Due to different competition events, individual competition members and team competition members are managed separately from training assembly to going abroad.

"Is it all ready!?" On the bus of the individual competition members, the team leader teacher stood in front of the bus, endured the flashing lights outside the window, and shouted loudly.

Fang Xingyun hurriedly raised his hand: "Xiaopi hasn't arrived, who saw Jiang Xiaopi?"

At the same time, on the bus of the team competition members, Jiang Xiao sat down on the window seat in the back row, pressed one hand on the seat next to the aisle, and said to Wu Yao who was following behind: " There's someone."

Wu Yao was rebellious, even more dissolute, and regardless of whether Jiang Xiao's hand was still on the seat, she sat down immediately.

Jiang Xiao hurriedly withdrew his hand and said, "Hey, do you owe milk?"

Wu Yao looked at Jiang Xiao impatiently, and said, "Did you get on the wrong bus? Go away, you are sitting in Song Chunxi's seat."

Song Chunxi behind Wu Yao was also a little confused, looked at Jiang Xiao stupidly, and said, "How did you get in here?"

Jiang Xiao pinched his collar and stretched it out: "What do you mean by sneaking in? I'm also a national team member, okay?"

"Jiang! Xiao! Pi!" At the same time, the leading teacher at the front of the car shouted, "Is Jiang Xiaopi here!"

Jiang Xiao shrank his neck subconsciously, and hid it quietly.

Wu Yao grabbed Jiang Xiao by the back of the neck, like a bamboo mouse, and directly lifted Jiang Xiao up: "This is it!"

The female teacher who led the team looked at Jiang Xiao who looked resentful, and said angrily, "Go back to your car! The hotel we are staying in is different!"

"Okay, okay." Jiang Xiao said helplessly, squeezed out of the aisle, looked at the bus behind him through the rear window, and disappeared in a flash.

scare......

The leading male teacher on the bus behind was startled, and a person suddenly appeared beside him.

When he saw that it was Jiang Xiao, the teacher who led the team also yelled angrily: "Jiang! Xiao! Skin! If you are naughty, get out and replace me! Some people are watching your position!"

Jiang Xiao shuddered, and hurried to the rear. This car is much looser than the one in front, so everyone can sit wherever they want.

Walking in the aisle, a strong and powerful arm suddenly came out, blocking Jiang Xiao's way.

Jiang Xiao looked down, only to find that it was Xing Yan with a big bald head.

Xing Yan looked up at Jiang Xiao, and said, "Go ahead, don't be cowardly."

Jiang Xiao grinned, and simply did not go back, squeezed Xing Yan's body, and sat inside by the window: "Why, do you want to play?"

The heads-up king from the southwest snorted coldly: "Nonsense."

Jiang Xiao: "Hey, I am ranked fourth, you should not stare at me, but should stare at eighth."

"Eh?" Jiang Xiao felt a pain in the top of his head, leaned forward hastily, and turned his head to look.

But she saw that Xin Aian's delicate face was full of anger, and she was pinching a few strands of hair in her hands.

Jiang Xiao: "Can you pull my hair so short?"

Xinai Anqiao gave Jiang Xiao a sharp look, and sat down directly.

Jiang Xiao sighed: "As expected of a woman who can be selected into the top eight, Qiang!"

Xing Yan touched his big bald head subconsciously...

The back row in the front row obviously stood up and took the initiative to maintain order: "Shut up, shut up! Keep quiet!"

"Suck... huh..."

 …

That night, Jiang Xiao experienced the congestion from Edo City, and it felt amazing to see a foreign country under the night.

After all, the race and skin color of the people here are similar, and passers-by walking on the avenue,

It's not as exotic as Miss Wu Yao......

As the vehicle drove steadily and turned into a hotel area, Jiang Xiao saw welcome crowds lining the road on both sides.

"Huaxia will win!"

"Huaxia! Huaxia!"

All kinds of slogans finally converged into two simple words: Huaxia.

The banners and shouts, accompanied by the cheering crowd, shocked everyone in the car.

Are these Chinese people living in the local area? Or a Chinese who came from China?

On the bus, the students seated in the aisle got up one after another, and looked out the window. Jiang Xiao only felt a giant hand pressing on his shoulder, but he didn't break free.

At this time, Jiang Xiao's eyes were fixed on the crowd holding up slogans at the gate of the hotel square.

In particular, the appearance of a little boy with the star-red flag smeared on his face, holding a small red flag aloft in his father's arms, waving back and forth, made Jiang Xiao's heart agitated.

He has struggled all the way to this day, wanting to make a living in this bizarre world, and also want to do something meaningful.

Jiang Xiao's identity is very special. He has entered a secret battlefield and performed tasks silently in places unknown to people.

And the scene of the seething crowd in front of him let Jiang Xiao know that there are many meaningful things. For him, although different routes lead to the same goal, the scenery on the road is really different.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help stretching out his hand, and waved at the child.

The little boy shyly hid in his father's arms, and the paint on his face was smeared on his father's white shirt, but the father didn't care. He held a small red flag in his other hand and kept yelling at Jiang Xiao. dancing.

With the help of the staff, the bus finally passed through the crowd slowly and entered the square of the hotel. The group of welcoming people were blocked from the gate of the square.

As the bus stopped, the students filed out.

What everyone didn't expect was that people were very familiar with every participating team member, and they were very familiar with each other.

Even though there are very few scenes of their trials, their past and the journey of struggle all the way have been revealed after they put on the national team uniform.

When everyone got off the car, the crowd in the distance would call out the student's name.

"Hou Mingming!"

"Hou Mingming!!"

Even if it was as arrogant as Hou Mingming, he couldn't help but raise his hand, gave a slight signal, and then turned and walked towards the hotel.

"Fan Ren!"

"Thank you Yan!"

"ember!"

 …

"Wow! Jiang Xiaopi!"

"Jiang Xiaopi!!"

"Rush! Jiang Xiaopi!!! Go forward!"

With Jiang Xiao's appearance, the voice was significantly louder.

Jiang Xiao's feet flashed, and a bright golden halo quietly appeared. The next moment, bright golden halos of nostalgia lit up under the feet of the cheering crowd at the door.

Even in front of the brightly lit hotel, the group of people stepping on the halo of nostalgia is so dazzling.

Then, the cheers grew louder...

The faces of blessings and laughter were imprinted in his mind, Jiang Xiao raised his right hand high, followed the team, and walked towards the hotel with his head down.

It seems that there are many more reasons to win.

That night, everyone received their room key cards one after another and checked into the hotel.

Jiang Xiao and Master Zhao shared the same room again. Living with veteran cadres has a great advantage, that is, turn off the lights early and go to bed early.

Uh... The downside is that Zhao Wenlong also wakes up early, Jiang Xiao doesn't need an alarm every morning, he can wake up just by listening to the sound of the other party drinking tea.

Everyone thought that there was nothing to do tonight, but they were notified one by one, and they took a quick rest for half an hour, and held a meeting in the auditorium on the first floor of the hotel at 19:30 in the evening.

At 7:20 p.m., under the leadership of Fang Xingyun, the Imperial Capital Xingwu Trio came to the auditorium of the hotel. All the participating students and leading teachers had already taken their seats, and the small auditorium was completely silent.

At 19:30, a staff member with a sign on his chest appeared on time and began to lecture everyone:

"This year's Xingwu World Cup is jointly applied by the Neon Country and the Kimchi Country, so you must be prepared to fly back and forth between the two countries."

"Compared to the participating students from other regions, we are very lucky. There is almost no jet lag. The audience at the stadium can expect that there will be many Chinese people to cheer for you. This is your advantage."

"Put aside all your dissatisfaction and complaints, overcome all difficulties, your goal is to win."

"This year's Star Martial Arts World Cup Singles Tournament, a total of 652 contestants from more than 113 countries and regions around the world have qualified for the competition!"

"There are no so-called qualifiers! There is no so-called knockout! For you, every match is a fate-determining final! If you win, move forward! If you lose, go home!"

"Of course, the premise is that you are still alive to go home. Every Xingwu World Cup has a lot of deaths!

For you, this is not just a game, but a battle of life and death!

You are star fighters, born fighters. In this World Cup, victory or defeat means life and death! "

"Due to the unpredictability of the battle, in certain rounds, some players may have a bye, but please give up such thoughts, that person will definitely not be you."

"If you can win, then your schedule will be very intensive. This is not only a competition of your fighting strength, but also a competition of will. Over the years, due to various reasons, some students have participated in such intensive competitions. Withdrew from the race.

I hope that you will persevere to the end and try your best to complete every game, but I also hope that if you have any problems in body, mind, or spirit, or if you have any symptoms left in the game, don't be silent Hold on!

Use your pride in the right place, inform us in time, we will do our best to help you tide over the difficulties, don't stand alone because you are afraid of being asked to retire!

But I want to say the ugly words first, if we analyze that you are disqualified and cannot participate in the next round of battle, you must retire honestly!

I know this may be your one and only chance in a lifetime, but believe me, it's a long, really long road. "

"Three days later, at 8 o'clock in the morning on May 29th, we are still in this auditorium. We will watch the first round of draw ceremony. Your number is your ranking number in the team."

The team leader on the podium said loudly: "On June 1st, the finals will officially begin.

Yes, you heard it right, June 1st is your first round of finals on the world stage!

Don't let it be the last round. I wish you all the best and all the best. Do you understand everything? ? "

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

The team leader nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, now, come up and get the numbered clothes."

The ten people were ranked in order of priority, and they went to the stage to receive their clothes.

Jiang Xiao got his No. 4 jersey, a set of long tracksuits in gold, red, and white.

The bottom is white, the sleeves are red, the Chinese characters "Huaxia" are printed on the right chest, and a red star flag is on the left chest.

And on the red left sleeve, there is a word "Dragon" written in brush calligraphy printed on the left shoulder. The dark golden font is like a dragon flying like a painting.

The dragon tail swayed down, spreading from the left shoulder to the left cuff, very chic and unrestrained.

The short sleeves and trousers are pure white with the Chinese national flag printed on them.

Whether it is a long-sleeved jacket or a white short-sleeved jacket, they all have a bright red number "4" printed on the back without any name on it.

Only country, only number, no name.

Jiang Xiao hugged several sets of shirts tightly and walked down.

Regardless of whether it is windy or rainy in June, whether it is sunny or hot, Jiang Xiao is prepared to fight in a long-sleeved jacket all the time, and he will wear his own lucky shirt inside.