Mu Xue and Mu Xue

The next morning, the sunlight quietly shone into Mu Xue's room through the thin curtains.

Mu Xue slowly woke up, feeling sore all over, and every inch of her muscles seemed to be protesting. It felt as if she had gone to a disco and partied all night in her sleep last night. The feeling of fatigue spread from her limbs to every part of her body, which made a hint of displeasure unconsciously appear on her originally pretty face.

After waking up, she sat upright on the bed in a daze as usual.

Time passed quietly, and about half a minute had passed, while she was still immersed in her empty thoughts.

Suddenly, a crisp knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

Mu Xue yawned lazily, got out of bed slowly, and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

The door was slowly opened, and as she expected, it was Yun Yuyao standing outside.

Yun Yuyao's face was full of smiles, her eyes revealing a hint of eagerness. She said, "Come and eat! Master Ziyuan will be summoning us to a meeting soon, and it would be great if we could all get together! And I made braised pork especially for today!"

Mu Xue was sleepy and blinking her still somewhat confused eyes. Before her brain was fully awake, Yun Yuyao enthusiastically pulled her towards her room.

Along the way, Mu Xue's steps were still a little staggering, as if she had not yet completely woken up from her sleep.

"Look at you, why is your hair so messy? And you look like you haven't woken up yet. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Yun Yuyao kept muttering as she walked.

She pulled Mu Xue to the chair, gently pushed her to sit down, then picked up the comb and began to comb Mu Xue's hair.

Yun Yuyao's movements were gentle and skillful, and she kept nagging like a worried old nanny, reminding Mu Xue to get enough rest and maintain a regular lifestyle.

As for Mu Xue, she seemed to be under a spell and turned a deaf ear to Yun Yuyao's words. She just stared blankly, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

In fact, when she wakes up in a daze every morning, she is sorting out her thoughts and thinking about what to do that day, whether to eat, practice, or practice archery.

In her opinion, it would be best if someone took the initiative to find her, so that she doesn't have to bother planning her own itinerary.

Soon, Yun Yuyao helped Mu Xue comb her hair, and the smooth hair became neat and orderly in her hands.

She asked softly, "Do you want me to help you tie it up?" Mu Xue nodded slightly and replied softly, "Yes."

After getting consent, Yun Yuyao picked up a rope and skillfully tied up Mu Xue's hair. A simple and neat bun appeared behind Mu Xue's head.

Just as she had tied her hair, Yun Yuyao's door was pushed open from outside.

Ziyuan walked in with brisk steps, a bright smile on her face, and said loudly: "Haha! I'm here to eat again!" Ziyuan was like she was at home, without any courtesy, and walked straight to the table and sat down carelessly.

"Welcome, welcome!" Yun Yuyao responded with a smile, her face full of enthusiasm.

The three of them sat around the table, enjoying a delicious breakfast and chatting.

A warm atmosphere permeates the entire room, making people feel a special kind of warmth.

After breakfast, the three of them went together to call other brothers.

After everyone gathered, they went to room 101-1 on the 101st floor.

This room looked ordinary, but it held a hidden secret: a spatial array. The moment everyone entered the room, it felt like they had entered a whole new world. The space inside was much larger than it appeared from the outside, capable of accommodating approximately two thousand people.

The room was brightly lit, with neatly arranged chairs around it and a high platform in the front, which was obviously prepared for the upcoming meeting.

Everyone walked into the spacious room expanded by the space array, and their eyes were instantly drawn to a row of girls beside the podium.

They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, each of which was cut in a very bold way, with vibrant and eye-catching colors, outlining their exquisite figures to the fullest.

Her fair skin glowed softly under the light, her legs were straight and slender, and she looked like a beautiful landscape standing there.

However, their faces seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, cold as ice, and their eyes revealed a kind of alienation that kept people at a distance.

Students from Longhu Academy and Sichuan Opera Academy arrived one after another, and the whole room gradually became lively.

Just then, a petite girl walked in, holding a stack of talismans in her hands with a calm expression.

She methodically handed one to everyone present and said softly, "Stick this on and you will be able to understand other languages." Everyone took it and looked at the seemingly ordinary talismans in their hands curiously, their hearts full of doubts.

After a while, footsteps were heard and a group of people strode into the room.

Mu Xue's eyes immediately caught the man she met yesterday. He had an upright posture, steady steps, and an innate confidence in his eyes.

Just as the whole team stood still, the group of cold-faced women on the podium began to move.

Their dance is enchanting and charming, every movement is full of power and beauty, and the swing of their limbs seems to be telling a mysterious story.

At the same time, they were muttering something, their voices soft but with a unique rhythm.

Mu Xue was wondering what they were talking about when suddenly, a line of subtitles appeared in front of her eyes: Welcome! Warm welcome! Welcome to the powerful United States! Welcome to the powerful Thunder Team!

Seeing this line of subtitles, Mu Xue instantly understood the function of the talisman in her hand - automatic translation.

It turns out that this small talisman has such magical effects that it can transform incomprehensible languages ​​into familiar words.

When Yan Liyu saw this scene, he suddenly felt unbalanced.

He frowned slightly, opened his lips, and muttered softly: "Why? Why was there no dance performance when we came in!" As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the leading elder of the Sichuan Opera Academy out of the corner of his eye, and then looked at Ziyuan and Mu Zifeng from his own academy.

Seeing that they all looked calm and showed no dissatisfaction, Yan Liyu quickly shut his mouth. He didn't dare to be the first to speak out in such an occasion, for fear of causing himself unnecessary trouble.

Then, another team entered the room. This time, they were not given the welcome dance that the American team had been treated to.

When Yan Liyu saw this scene, the waves in his heart caused by unfair treatment finally subsided.

A smug smile appeared on his face, as if to say, "See, we are not the only ones who don't have this treatment."

Similarly, the third team also received that magical talisman.

When some people in the team saw the translated subtitles in front of them, the expressions on their faces instantly became very interesting.

Some people frowned, some people turned down the corners of their mouths slightly, their faces full of reluctance.

"Haha, did you see that? Look at that guy's expression, hahaha!" Yan Liyu lowered his head excitedly and whispered into Ye Shanyu's ear.

As he spoke, he imitated the girl's pouting expression, with all the facial features squeezed together, looking very funny, "Haha! Her mouth is pouting so much! Hahaha!" On the other side, the girl in the third team who was imitated by Yan Liyu looked at the subtitles in front of her, gritting her teeth in anger, and she wanted to rush over to teach the guy who imitated her expression a lesson.