Mu Xue and Mu Xue

"Stop... stop, stop, stop shaking!"

Lin Mo yelled while struggling to break free from Yan Liyu's shaking, and said helplessly, "I really don't know what happened last night!

Just describe to me in detail what happened last night, and maybe I can give you a reasonable explanation."

Lin Mo's face flushed red as he tried to defend himself, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and innocence.

Yan Liyu looked at Lin Mo's embarrassed appearance and snorted coldly, but still stopped shaking his hand. He crossed his arms over his chest, raised his head slightly, and began to slowly tell him what happened last night.

His words were a little unclear, and his voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, as if he was deliberately concealing some details, but Lin Mo still managed to understand the general idea.

Lin Mo secretly groaned in his heart, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He whispered to the seven thunders in his body, "Hey!

Seven thunders!

This is how to do?

How can I say this to fool them without revealing the things we can't talk about?"

Qi Lei's slightly teasing voice rang in Lin Mo's mind: "Tell the truth, it's not a big deal.

Just tell him that the Seven Thunder Wheel swallowed your Thunder Seed, and then the Seven Thunder Wheel seemed to evolve, and in the end you were confused and didn't know what happened. "

Lin Mo hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Qi Lei's instructions and carefully told Yan Liyu.

After hearing this, Yan Liyu frowned slightly, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Lin Mo for a long time, as if trying to find some clues from his face.

Lin Mo felt uneasy when he was stared at, but he still pretended to be calm.

After a long time, Yan Liyu finally turned around and waved his hand, as if nothing had happened, and said nonchalantly: "Okay, okay, it doesn't look like you did it on purpose, so I will be merciful and not pursue you this time.

But you have to treat me to breakfast today!"

After saying that, Yan Liyu didn't care about Lin Mo's reaction, he just opened the door and strode out.

Seeing that he did not pursue the matter any further, Lin Mo felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief. He quickly tidied up his messy clothes and followed Yan Liyu out the door.

Lin Mo and Yan Liyu first went to see Mu Xue together, greeted her politely, and then went out together to buy breakfast.

Along the way, the two talked and laughed, and the previous unpleasantness seemed to have been thrown into the sky.

As usual, they finished their breakfast leisurely and finally walked towards the Star Arena.

As soon as I arrived at the Star Arena, I saw Yun Yuyao already waiting there.

Along the way today, Lin Mo heard people around him talking about what happened yesterday several times, and those discussions came into his ears from time to time.

But the strange thing is that everyone seemed to be fine, doing their own things, and not showing any excessive panic at all.

Lin Mo speculated in his heart, not knowing whether this was due to absolute trust in their emperor, or whether these people were really so brave that they were not afraid of death.

"You guys are here!"

Yun Yuyao saw Lin Mo and the others from afar and waved enthusiastically with a bright smile on her face, "I have good news to tell you!"

She ran over excitedly and couldn't wait to say, "Today I received a notice that the Noble Academy that played against us yesterday, although they finally found their starting players, after hearing what happened in the Imperial City, their families unanimously decided to send them home quickly.

After they left, we advanced directly!

After all, most wealthy people are afraid of death. If they die without spending all their money, how much resentment would they feel? "

As Yun Yuyao was talking, she couldn't help but laugh, and at the end she didn't forget to make a joke to liven up the atmosphere.

"That's really good!"

Mu Xue also laughed, her eyes full of joy, "We advanced without fighting, congratulations everyone!"

In fact, what made her happiest was that her brother could play one less game, which would reduce the danger and she wouldn't have to worry so much.

"So are we going to start the round-robin tournament right away today?"

Jiang Hemeng frowned slightly and asked the key point of the question sharply.

Yun Yuyao shrank her neck, rubbed her cold hands, and said, "Don't stand here like an idiot. It's really cold here. Let's talk while we walk."

As everyone walked towards the audience seats of the Star Arena, Yun Yuyao answered Jiang Hemeng's question. Her answer was concise and clear: "Yes."

The early morning sun gently shines on the earth, adding a bit of tranquility and anticipation to the upcoming event.

Today's number order will be determined by drawing lots, an ancient and random method.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the difference between numbers 1, 2, and 3 is not very significant in essence. After all, the key to winning or losing in each game depends more on the team's strength, tactical arrangements, and on-the-spot performance, rather than this simple numerical ranking.

After everyone took their seats and waited for a while, the tense and crucial moment of drawing lots finally arrived.

It was Ziyuan who represented the team and went on stage to draw lots. He walked forward with steady steps, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on Ziyuan's every move.

Ziyuan slowly stretched out his hand, fumbled in the lottery box for a while, and finally drew out a lot.

When he saw the number on the signature clearly, he was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked off the stage.

The number they drew was 2, which meant it was their turn to play in the first game. A complex emotion suddenly surged in everyone's hearts, including excitement for the upcoming battle, as well as a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

At the same time, the draw numbers of other colleges were also announced one after another. Wulin College drew number 1 and Sichuan Opera College drew number 3.

This result made the atmosphere in the entire arena even more tense. Players from each academy were secretly calculating their tactics and strategies in their minds, preparing for the upcoming fierce competition.

In addition, there have been some changes to the rules of the competition.

After much discussion and consideration, the previous scoring method of the game was considered to be somewhat unreasonable.

Now, the number of points awarded for each win has been changed: from now on, one-on-one and two-on-two matches will each receive one point;

If a team wins both one-on-one and two-on-two matches against other colleges, it will get an extra point.

As for the final seven-on-seven game, the winning side will get two points.

This new calculation method is undoubtedly fairer and more reasonable than before.

It no longer requires teams to focus solely on large-scale seven-on-seven matches, avoids neglecting one-on-one and two-on-two matches, and can more comprehensively and accurately reflect a team's overall strength and level, allowing each competition event to receive due attention and wonderful presentation.

Yun Jingliu still did not appear on the field today.

His absence caused everyone to speculate that perhaps he was still thinking hard and worrying about the thrilling incident yesterday, trying to find a solution to the problem;

Or maybe he was busy with some other urgent and important matters and was temporarily unable to get away to participate in the competition.

But no matter what the reason, the team's competition must continue. Everyone can only suppress the doubts and worries in their hearts and devote themselves to the upcoming competition.

Soon, it was time to go on stage.

Ziyuan stood at the front of the team, scanning everyone with a determined gaze, and asked loudly as usual, "Is there anyone who wants to fight?"

His voice echoed in the air, full of power and anticipation.

Lin Mo sat in the corner, his hands clenched tightly into fists, thinking secretly in his heart.

He was eager to play directly in the first one-on-one match, to give the team a head start and win the opening game.

But he also knew that he couldn't just blindly go into the game out of enthusiasm. He also needed to draw a lottery first and carefully judge whether he was really suitable for the first one-on-one match based on the results.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and resolve, as he silently waited for the moment of the lottery to arrive.