Chapter 62 1 Hit, Shocking the Audience! (Superior)

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Hundreds of fireworks soared into the sky, bursting into gorgeous clumps in the blue sky.

With the sound of gun salutes, cheers, shouts, and screams, the candidates filed out and swam from the "small" room to the "broader" world.

Auditorium, second row, area A.

Chen Siwen, who was originally nervous, saw Chen Yu's figure, her nose was sour, and tears rolled down: "Mom, it's Chen Yu. It's Xiaoyu! Mom! He's advanced, advanced!"

Mother Chen also saw it naturally, her hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold the corners of her clothes, she just kept nodding, nodding, nodding again...

in their front row.

Sister Qi raised Erlang's legs, leaned back on the seat, lit a cigarette gracefully, and inhaled...

"call……"

With the dense upward, and her sexy lips...

...

"come on!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"come on!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"come on!"

"Dong dong..."

Under the rhythmic percussion of dozens of big drums, more than 60,000 audience members shouted in unison, the momentum was overwhelming.

In Chen Yu's memory, when Chen Siwen took the college entrance examination two years ago, he came to the scene.

But only from the perspective of a candidate can we feel the "waves" that are rolling in from all directions.

Reaching out and digging out his ears, Chen Yu, who walked out of the door, immediately looked at the auditorium in Area A.

Seeing that Chen Siwen was waving her hand hard at him, the makeup on her face was crying.

Chen Yu grinned and just wanted to raise his hand to respond, but suddenly he caught sight of Sister Qi who was "below" Chen Siwen.

"Fuck? How did they sit together?"

"Ha ha……"

Chen Yu seemed to hear the sneer from Sister Qi...

I also saw the middle finger of the other party slowly raised...

"emmmm... it's over."

...

The large outdoor stadium has a total of six arenas.

The big ring in the middle.

and a small ring around it.

The big arena will only be activated in the official game on July 8.

In today's ring competition, only the five surrounding arenas are used.

Each batch of five groups will compete at the same time, with a time limit of fifteen minutes.

Not to mention the fast pace, audiences in various regions can also watch it.

It is worth mentioning that, in order to avoid too many casualties among the candidates, the system will give priority to matching students from the same school to fight...

It's ten o'clock in the afternoon.

The mayor, heads of various departments and others entered the venue and came to the VIP seats.

1.15pm.

Scoring examiners drawn from all over the country are admitted.

Twenty one in the afternoon...

"The ring match is about to start."

"The ring match is about to start."

"All candidates please go to the waiting area!"

"Repeat, please go to the waiting area for all candidates..."

The sound of the broadcast resounded throughout the stadium.

All the candidates who made the cut immediately ran to the waiting area of ​​their respective middle schools.

The waiting area is where candidates wait for the competition.

Except for the school leadership, massage staff, medical staff, teachers are not allowed to enter.

Compared with the crowdedness of No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 middle schools.

The waiting area of ​​the seventh middle school where Chen Yu was located was deserted.

There are only a dozen or so students who are expected to be promoted...

"Have you all come?" The principal of No. 7 Middle School picked up a list and ordered with a serious expression: "Massage the students quickly to loosen their muscles and bones."

When the words fell, the technicians rushed forward, forcibly pressed the advanced candidates into the chairs, and began to knead and stretch.

"Students, the matching rules for the ring competition are to match the school first." The principal pinched the list,

The speed of speech was fast: "We know the strength of our own people. Once the strength gap between the two sides is too large, the weak side must immediately admit defeat to avoid internal friction and casualties."

"But..." a candidate hesitated: "The examiner said that if you don't show your strength, even if you win three times, you won't necessarily advance."

"Snapped!"

The principal rolled the list into a tube and slapped it directly on the candidate's head: "Are you stupid? What do you mean by not necessarily advancing?"

The student who was beaten: "Huh?"

"We can't be promoted at all!" The principal waved his hand and said majestic: "I have been the principal of No. 7 Middle School for so many years, and no student has ever been promoted!"

Everyone: "..."

"This is my experience. Hundreds of people are only promoted to 12. What are you getting? Kind eyes?"

Everyone: "..."

"Don't think too much, it's a game to win one game, and avoiding internal friction is the king!" The principal gave a death order and immediately opened the list: "I'll start calling now and see who else hasn't arrived. **."

"arrive!"

"***."

"arrive."

"Chen Kaizi."

"exist."

"***"

"What about this..."

After naming the names, the principal breathed a sigh of relief: "There are a total of twelve people, all of them are here, and none of them have fallen off the team. Remember, after the game, don't wander around, and come back as soon as possible to arrange tactics!"

"Understood." ×13

"Now we will rest for a while, save our energy, and wait for the game."

"Understood." ×13

Nodding, the principal put away the list, turned around and looked for a chair to sit down, but found that the chairs were all occupied: "Huh? Is there no place for me to sit?"

"Principal, it's gone." The dean next to him brought a box of mineral water and put it on the ground: "Would you like to sit here?"

In the college entrance examination arena, the top of the sky, the second of the land, and the third of the candidates.

Even the principal is embarrassed to go and grab seats with the candidates.

"Isn't it right?" The principal frowned: "Isn't it a good idea? Twelve students advanced, and we borrowed 13 chairs from the official, how can we not have them?"

The dean turned around and glanced, scratching his head: "It's all full..."

"Not right."

The principal walked to the far left, stretched out his chubby fingers, and checked one by one: "One, two, three, four... Eleven, twelve, thirteen. Huh? Thirteen?!"

The leadership of No. 7 Middle School was shocked.

"Thirteen?"

"Isn't there twelve?"

"How could it be thirteen..."

The principal hurriedly took out the list and called them one by one: "**!"

"arrive!"

"***!"

"arrive!"

"Chen Kaizi."

"Have!"

"***..."

From top to bottom, after clicking all the points, the principal was stunned: "Yes, twelve?"

The dean of teaching was at a loss: "It's just... it's two? How can there be three..."

"...Come on, all students, stand up when you click on the name." The principal held up the list and read it again: "**!"

"Here." A male candidate stood up.

"***!"

"Yes." A female candidate stood up.

"Chen Kaizi."

"Here." Chen Kaizi stood up.

"***."

"arrive……"

One by one the students stood up.

When all the twelve lists were read, only one of the thirteen seats was still lying in a chair, enjoying the professional techniques of the technician.

"..."

All eyes are on the man...

Chen Yu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Chen Kaizi: "?!!"

"Well..." Chen Yu cupped his hands calmly, and said with a serious face: "Everyone, what do you think of the many bad reviews inside and outside the circle after the release of Cyberpunk 2077."

Everyone: "..."

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