On the competition stage, Mo Xiaojing weighed the blunt, edgeless sword issued to him and estimated its weight in his mind.
Four pounds and seven taels.
Then he raised his head and said with a smile: "Big brother never likes to give in."
Although he was the student council president, the person in front of him was his real senior. Mo Xiaojing didn't make any pretense and said calmly:
"Then, Xiao Jing took action first."
After saying this, a red mist rose up around the black-haired boy. He stepped forward quickly like a ghost and swept out with a sword.
At this time, the voice of the commentator came belatedly: "Sorry, everyone."
The female voice was extremely clear and high-pitched, with a hint of pride.
At the same time, I was extremely familiar with it.
"Xuehua is late for the show, please forgive me."
At the commentary table, the president with white clothes and black hair had no time to sit down before he hurriedly confessed.
Lan Che and Ye Qing looked at each other - in the original plan, because the two guys' game times overlapped, there was a discussion, but it ended with the president - "Let's go see that guy who killed Xiao Jing. , I don’t need to watch it.” With this conclusion.
From this point of view, it seems that the president has foresight.
But Lan Che didn't. She gently pressed her little head and looked at Xiao Jiu in confusion: "Where did she go?"
It is true that the woman sitting in the commentary box at the moment has black hair and dark eyes, and is extremely beautiful. A bunch of straight black ponytail hangs down on the back of her head like a sharp sword. For such a heroic girl, there must be no one else in the world except the president.
"In theory." Zhou Yan sighed. "If you can finish your opponent in a few breaths."
"Then take a few breaths to get to someone else's court."
"And suppose you have already applied for the qualification to be a commentator."
"At the same time, you get to know the person who served as the original commentator for this project."
Zhou Yan stated the theoretical conditions one by one: "Then it is completely acceptable for the president to appear there."
In fact, in the women's martial arts research preliminary competition venue, which was only fifty feet away from the men's free martial arts venue, that familiar female voice echoed narrowly in the venue.
"I know that many of the male students here are here to watch the president's game, but our beautiful and noble president kills his opponent in an instant without giving any face, and then leaves in a hurry."
"If you want to know the hidden secrets, please go to the men's free martial arts venue."
Then Bei Luan narrowed his eyes and smiled at the commentary table: "The chairman and the president are always the cutest when they fall in love and want to kill each other, right?"
"Even for me in Beiluan, it is difficult to suppress my strong curiosity and desire for knowledge, but my valuable professionalism tells me that it is equally important to persist until the last moment of the game here."
Ao Xuehua sneezed loudly unexpectedly in the commentary box, and then made a good-for-nothing gesture to the young man in white who stood next to him.
Guangya, the former man's free martial arts commentator and the leader of the Hidden Wing Team of the Snow Burial Club, shook his head slightly, feeling inexplicable sadness at his president's rare girlish behavior.
Ao Xuehua’s passionate voice immediately echoed throughout the audience:
"Without further ado, the game has begun."
"Mo Xiaojing swept away with his sword!"
"There is no doubt that such a three-legged cat's kung fu is so difficult for us, Senior Yue Renge! As a senior copper swordsman, the student council president who is lucky enough to be in the position must be vulnerable."
"Just the right block! Senior Yue Renge has mastered the sword skills!"
"Then he performed the three consecutive slashes cleanly and fluently. He is worthy of being a martial arts fanatic who studies martial arts!"
"Mo Xiaojing was forced to retreat. He had no other choice."
"Senior Yue stepped forward quickly, and he followed, right! That's it! The time has come to beat up the drowned dog."
Ge Zhu looked at President Aoxue Huaao who was getting more and more excited at the commentary table. At this moment, he suddenly didn't want to admit that he was actually working under her: "What a fair, just and open explanation!"
But the president's explanation continued. It seemed that her only purpose in coming here to quickly resolve the battle was to watch classmate Mo Xiaojing's embarrassing defeat.
Even if she couldn't, it would be very suitable for her to personally explain the game that made him lose face.
"Mo Xiaojing stood up and resisted, holding his sword to block Senior Yue's attack!"
"The two swords clashed, and sparks flew everywhere!"
"How could Mo Xiaojing be able to hold on! Look! Sure enough, he withdrew!"
"The long sword fell to the ground, and the sound was clear and clear!"
"Mo Xiaojing's defeat has been decided." Ao Xuehua's voice became smoother, as if he suddenly took a big gulp of ice-cold mint water in the middle of summer.
"Let us celebrate Senior Yue Renge's victory together!"
Then she brewed her feelings for a while and continued:
"This is the end of the clown's performance! Those who gain fame in vain will not be able to withstand the test of actual combat!"
“It’s really satisfying!”
"It's very satisfying..."
"big……"
Ao Xuehua's voice became smaller and smaller, because the changes on the field did not end with her making people happy one after another.
She stopped suddenly, and then her voice burst out again: "Damn it, Xiao Jing, what are you doing!"
She finally gave up the name Mo Xiaojing and returned to the exclusive title of Death Xiaojing.
"Get hit in the head by Senior Yue Renge with the back of his sword and roll off the stage!"
"Come on, Senior Yue Renge!" She almost started dancing in the commentary box: "The arduous task of killing this treacherous villain will be left to you!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. President." It was only then that Mo Xiaojing's voice sounded from the field calmly.
As gentle as jade.
He was originally stretched and embarrassed on stage. It seemed that he could be defeated by Yue Renge at any time.
But at this moment, he was dodging, speaking calmly, enunciating the words clearly, without any feeling of confusion in his breath.
The stands instantly burst into cheers.
To be precise, it was the girls who cheered like thunder.
Previously, President Aoda kept suppressing him, which made those female fans who loved the president feel angry. However, the president's aura is so strong, and Mo Xiaojing's situation on the court is really not optimistic, so it is difficult to boo even if he wants to.
But at this moment, Mo Xiaojing, who was about to be defeated and left, spoke so freely, how could he not give them an opportunity to explode!
"I see it's not easy for you to come all the way." Mo Xiaojing continued with a smile: "Wouldn't it be very unkind if we don't give you some room to develop?"
"How much hatred do they have?" Ge Zhu silently covered his face.
Although Mo Xiaojing on the stage had withdrawn his sword from his hand, he was still not hit.
Relying on flexible dodging, the president in white walked calmly through Yue Renge's rigorous, square, and finely woven sword light.
It was clear that dangers were everywhere, but he seemed so calm and at ease.
Yue Renge saw that he could not attack for a long time, but he was not anxious at all. The academy senior who was known as the martial arts idiot, his sword light was not messy, forming a net shape bit by bit, but it did not hurt his vitals, forcing Mo Xiaojing to surrender on his own.
On the contrary, Mo Xiaojing's huge fan base in the stands was closely connected with the president in the ring. Each of Mo Xiaojing's exquisite dodges was met with screams and cheers from them like a tsunami.
"Hey, you can't be a real man just by hiding." Ao Xuehua saw that Mo Xiaojing didn't show any signs of defeat, and couldn't help but got angry at the commentator's seat: "Being negative in the game will result in a loss!"
