Chapter 997 Reality 8

Chapter 997 Reality 8

Each round of the game was basically controlled within two days, and with four days left in her game, he played the third round.

Still not the third round.

There are only two days left before the competition, and Fu Yizhi is ready to start the fourth round.

Not in the first three rounds, and the probability of hitting the fourth copy is not high. Every round of the game is actually a gamble with one's life. Even if Fu Yizhi is the boss, Fu An'an feels distressed.

"Brother Fu!"

Fu An'an woke up early in the morning, and a bear hugged Fu Yizhi's waist, "Don't go."

Fu Yizhi looked sideways at her, "Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make a fuss."

Fu Anan lay behind him, dragging him away, "I feel that the information party may be useless, and the qualification for the game may depend on luck. Don't go, you have been playing for six days in a row."

Fu Yizhi pursed his lips slightly, "I still have another chance to go now."

With your luck, that chance is so small that it can be ignored.

Fu Anan slandered silently in her heart, then moved him with affection and reason, "Don't go, even if this round of games is full of S-level players, my strength is not bad.

Don't you still believe me? "

While talking, she moved to Fu Yizhi step by step, staring at his reaction.

However, Fu Yizhi did not respond.

This is forcing her to take out her trump card.

Fu Anan unbuttoned the top button of the pajamas, pulled it down, revealing half of her white and tender arms, and gave him a sneaky look.

"Brother Fu~"

Fu Yizhi couldn't resist her charm! !

Just so confident.

Fu Yizhi knocked the confident Fu An'an on the head, "It's not serious."

WTF? Who is more dishonest?

At that moment, Fu An'an felt that she was knocked dumbfounded.

"Change clothes, I'll go see the results of your training today."

Fu Yizhi got out of bed barefoot, took out the clothes she usually used for training, and threw them on her head.

Fine.

Just don't play games.

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Today is the penultimate day of the scramble game

Zhang Xincheng's training was arranged like a college entrance examination. He worked hard for the first nine days and had a holiday on the last day.

Today's actual combat target has also changed from other team members to Zhang Xincheng.

The venue for the competition is the large square used to give fighting lessons to ordinary people. Today, these students were evacuated ahead of schedule, and the square was vacated.

People surrounded the square, all to watch the actual combat and learn.

Some quick-witted people even set up bets off the field. Who will win Zhang Xincheng or Fu An'an? The odds of Zhang Xincheng are 1.1 times, and Fu An'an is 9 times. This added interest to the boring and depressing life, and was welcomed by many people for a while.

Not much pressure, but a lot of participants.

So much so that Fu Yizhi, who was sitting in the audience watching the training, knew about it.

"Master Fu, do you need me to make them stop?"

Fu Yizhi glanced at the crowd, and saw that Zhang Xincheng had all kinds of supplies and could hardly put them down; Fu An'an had one or two shriveled steamed buns here and there.

"Need not."

Fu Yizhi turned his gaze back to Fu Anan, "Take something and fill up Fu Anan's side."

This blatant preference.

"OK."

The team members went down to ask people to bet, and they just changed the original 1.1:9 odds to 1.1:5. It has attracted some people who are eager for upsets to follow suit and bet.

on the square

Fu Anan, who had just taken the bandage, was still a little uncomfortable. She shook her hands and looked at Zhang Xincheng in front of her with a serious expression.