My God's Wife [Interstellar]

049 game (fifteen)

A new round of competition started again, this time it was the middle competition, and there were still [-] people left.

Due to the large number of people in this middle competition, the rules have been temporarily changed.Everyone has two games, and only those who win both games can enter the final finals!

"Junior brother, have you already entered the middle competition quota?"

Hearing this voice, Xiao Yi knew who it was without looking, it must be Little Crying Bag.Looking sideways, sure enough, it was Little Crying Bag and his brother Leng.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and asked.

Leng Yu hugged Gong Yan in his arms so that the people around would not bump into him, and replied, "Young master wants to come and watch your competition, thinking that you were eliminated in the preliminary round." Speaking of this, Leng Yu was also a little surprised.

Xiao Yi's reputation has spread throughout the entire empire, even grandmas in their 80s and [-]s know that the system is useless, and he is lucky enough to marry the male god of the empire, which can be said to be the envy of everyone.

However, just half a month ago, when this kid started to participate in the mech competition, his reputation began to change quietly, and now the word "dark horse" is the word "dark horse" that everyone labels Xiao Yi the most.

"Brother doesn't like me so much?" Xiao Yi looked at Gong Yan with a funny face.

Little Crying Bun's face turned red instantly, and even the roots of his ears were slowly stained red. He looked at Xiao Yi embarrassedly, and explained in a low voice: "No, I'm just a little worried." In fact, he was really worried about him This junior did not pass the middle competition, but he did not expect the result to be far beyond expectations.

"Junior brother, you have to work hard!" Gong Yan blinked his big eyes, looked at Xiao Yi and encouraged him.

"Okay." Xiao Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Even though the other party looked ten years younger than him, he kept calling him junior and junior. This contrast made him feel powerless.

Seeing Xiao Yi's helplessness, Leng Yu flashed a smile in his eyes, lowered his head and kissed the top of the young master's hair, then looked at the competition stage together with the boy.

It happened to be a game at this time, and the host began to announce the results and let the next contestant take the stage.

"Contestant No. 520."

Xiao Yi got up quickly when he heard his number plate.Gong Yan next to him clenched his fists and encouraged silently, Xiao Yi's mouth twitched, he nodded to Leng Yu and walked to the stage.

In the first match, it was easy for Xiao Yi to win, and it was settled within 5 minutes. I don't know if the opponent's player was lucky to come this way, or when he arrived at Xiao Yi's place, the luck value was gone, or it was just Xiao Yi Now the combat experience is richer.

Whether it was the former or the latter, Xiao Yi felt very lucky.

When Xiao Yi stepped down, he felt that the latter was more likely, "Sure enough, actual combat is the best teacher."

Thinking of this level, Xiao Yi felt that in the future, not only should he train his hand speed, but he should also train his combat awareness and collect combat experience.

The second match was on the morning of the second day, so Gong Yan pouted in pity for the match he couldn't see, and curled up listlessly in Leng Yu's arms.

Leng Yu held him in his arms, patted his back to comfort him, stood up and said to Xiao Yi: "Then Mr. Xiao, let's go first."

"Okay." Xiao Yi didn't hold back either.

Xiao Yi didn't turn on the magnetic watch until he saw the figures of the two people disappear at the door, and saw a message on it.

"Boy, go to Gong's old house." The person who left the message was Mr. Gong.

Seeing this message, Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, glanced at Mu Zimo who was sitting on the judging panel, stood up and left.

Out of the corner of Mu Zimo's eyes, he just saw Xiao Yi's figure rushing away, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but because he was still in the game, he couldn't leave his post, so he could only keep this doubt in his heart.

After Xiao Yi left the school gate, he drove the magnetic cart to the Gong family's old house.He didn't know what Mr. Gong asked him to do at this time, but it's okay now anyway, so he just went to have a look.

When he arrived at the Gong family's old house, Mr. Gong had been waiting for him for a long time, and Gong Yan and Leng Yu, who had just met, also came back at this time. Gong Yan was sitting at the table and eating the cakes fed by Leng Yu. He looked at them from time to time, with a curious look.

Elder Gong took Xiao Yi to the place he had been to last time, pointed to a row of bookcases and said, "These are notes left by our ancestors, Lord Xiao can take a look."

Now that Xiao Yi is the Patriarch of the Gong family, it is not an exaggeration for Mr. Gong to call him Master Xiao.

Xiao Yi walked to the first row of bookshelves and opened a yellowed book. When he saw the experience of manipulating mechs that some senior lived in, he immediately looked at it as if he had found a treasure.

Mr. Gong saw that the other party would not be able to stop for a while, so he walked out quietly.

When Xiao Yi finished reading a book intoxicated, he looked up, only then did he realize that it was already dark, and there were several missed calls on the magnetic meter that he had muted, all of which were from Mu Zimo.

Xiao Yi hurriedly called back.

"Xiao Yi, where are you?" Mu Zimo asked nervously after receiving his message.

"I'm here with Mr. Gong, don't worry." Xiao Yi was a little annoyed. When he came here, he should have said hello to Mu Zimo in advance, thinking that the other party hadn't contacted him for so long, he must be worried No, so he said guiltily, "I'll be right back."

"Okay." Mu Zimo heaved a sigh of relief.

After reading a book, Xiao Yi could digest it for a week, so he bid farewell to Mr. Gong, drove the magnetic car, and couldn't wait to drive to school.

When he walked quickly to Xiao Yi's villa and saw the brightly lit villa, there was a warm current in his heart, warm, which he had never experienced in his previous life, so he opened the door and walked in in a good mood.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mu Zimo greet him, frowned and said angrily: "Next time, you can't just leave without saying a word, you have to say hello to me in advance."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yi put his arms around his waist and patted his back lightly, "I will tell you next time, don't be afraid."

"Yeah." Mu Zimo left his embrace, took his hand to the dining table and said, "You haven't eaten dinner yet, I just made it, you can try it."

Looking at the dishes on the table, it was Mu Zimo's handwriting, Xiao Yi smiled, turned his head and said to him: "Have you practiced?"

"kindness."

The two of them still remembered that when Xiao Yi was attacked by a worm and fell into a coma when they were on the garbage planet, the scene when Mu Zimo cooked for him later, the black mass at that time was not as good-looking as the one in front of him, but it tasted good The dishes are simply incomparable.

"Is it delicious?" Mu Zimo has been secretly practicing his cooking skills, hoping that one day there will be a chance to cook for Xiao Yi, but he never expected such an opportunity to come.

Xiao Yi nodded, and gave him a thumbs up, "You did a good job, if you do it a few more times, you can become a chef."

The corners of Mu Zimo's mouth curled up suddenly.

The next morning, Xiao Yi's second match.

Now the rules of the game have changed to only those who win both games can enter the finals, so those who lost the first game yesterday, there is no need to participate in the second game today. This also allows the team of 500 people to directly It became 500 people, and 1000 people were cut off abruptly.

However, the 500 people are still too many for the current people, so the second cruel game started again.

This time Xiao Yi's opponent was a bit strong, let Xiao Yibiao fight against the opponent with his hand speed, half an hour later, the match was decided, and in the end Xiao Yi only narrowly won.

Mu Zimo, who was sitting on the judge's seat, also heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched. Looking at Xiao Yi who raised his hand high on the stage, Mu Zimo at this moment felt that the other party was so dazzling.

What he likes cannot be expressed in words. Anyway, he feels that he has the other party in his eyes and in his heart.

When Xiao Yi wins both games, there is no doubt that he can advance to the finals.

Those spectators who went from Xiao Yi's knockout round to the mid-level round witnessed the emergence of a group of dark horses at this moment, and they turned from black horses to fans in an instant.

Because Xiao Yi didn't open a star blog on Xingwang, everyone couldn't follow him, but they could follow the male god, but the male god was with their dark horse god all the time.

However, from the moment Mu Zimo became their male god, he has already followed the other party's star blog, so he doesn't need to search anymore, he directly enters the male god's star blog, but finds that the male god's star blog has already grown grass. There is only one update that popped up automatically when the male god opened the Starblog.

"Welcome customers to use Xingbo, I wish you a happy game!"

So the comment below this one has changed from the painting style of "male god marry me, male god, I want to give you monkeys" to "dark horse god, I want to marry you, and I want to give you monkeys".

Everyone was so excited to post below, and some paparazzi even took pictures of Xiao Yi and Mu Zimo going in and out of school together, and even pictures of the two going out to eat together.

That kind of picture is so warm that everyone keeps saying that Xiao Yi is not worthy of a male god, so that a male god and a dark horse god are a good match!

Mrs. Xiao Mu didn't know about all this.

After Xiao Yi finished the game, he already felt that his energy was exhausted. He sent a message to Mu Zimo telling Mu Zimo that he had arrived at his apartment. After sending, he closed his eyes and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

There are still three days left for the finals of manipulating the mechs. After all, these three days are for the contestants to take a good rest and face the more brutal competition below. On the other hand, it is the time for Xiao Yi to participate in the mid-match of the mecha competition.

In this aspect, there was no pressure for Xiao Yi, so he didn't hide his clumsiness, and directly put together a mecha's power system in a fast time, which was the chest of the mecha.

When he was the first to finish, the entire hall was silent. At this moment, Ian and Master Mike were already numb. It would be strange if the other party didn't win the game.

Mike looked at Xiao Yi who was standing calmly and calmly on the stage, and shouted that God was unfair, how could such a talented young man have been tested as a useless system before?Otherwise, they would have discovered it early, and it would be great to take him for their own use before the other party was poached by Mr. Gong.

Such a good seedling was snatched away by that old man, Mr. Gong. No matter how they thought about it, they felt aggrieved.

Xiao Yi just passed the test and won the No.1 in the mechanical competition. Everyone was in an uproar, and those mechanical students looked at the useless material of the comprehensive class in disbelief, and they all had mournful faces. This world is too unfair. .

Why are their professionals not as good as other amateurs!

This is simply slapping their professionals in the face! ! !

The subsequent mecha assembly was carried out in the same way, and everyone was still shocked and unable to regain their senses. Even in the end, they were thinking that it was not impossible for the mecha to win the first place.

"Mu, how about we have another match?" The finals are approaching, and Xiao Yi wants to improve his hand speed to a higher level.

"Okay." Mu Zimo touched his stomach and agreed resolutely.

The game countdown is 3... 2... 1, start!

Xiao Yi tried his best to concentrate on himself, and his hand speed gradually accelerated, afterimages and overlapping.

A layer of sweat gradually appeared on Mu Zimo's forehead, and his stomach throbbed. Thinking that Xiao Yi's final finals would be in a few days, he gritted his teeth and continued to persevere.

Xiao Yi's hand speed became faster and faster, and Mu Zimo's forehead became more and more sweaty, and his face became paler and paler.

When Xiao Yi's spirit reached a certain point, his hands paused for a moment, and then his hands moved again, but this time it was obviously faster than before, and a smile gradually appeared on Xiao Yi's face, he succeeded.

"Mu, it's done." Xiao Yi quickly stopped, and Mu Zimo also quickly cut off the mental patch, and sat in the cockpit covering his stomach for a long time without moving, except for groans from time to time.

Xiao Yi happily came out of the cockpit, walked towards Mu Zimo's mech, and was about to tell Mu the good news, but he waited for a long time below but did not see Mu come down. He climbed into the cockpit suspiciously, when he opened Seeing Mu sitting on the driver's seat bent over, making painful noises from time to time, he stepped forward nervously, "Mu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." It's not the time yet, so Mu Zimo just hesitated, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"Why are you alright, your forehead is full of sweat." Xiao Yi looked at his haggard and pale face, his frightened hands began to tremble.

"It's really all right, it's just that my stomach hurts." Mu Zimo comforted him by patting the back of his hand.

"Come on, let's go back and rest." Xiao Yi couldn't help but jump out of the cockpit with his arms in his arms.

Mu Zimo didn't refuse either, and nestled in his arms. His stomach felt much better now, but he was a little tired mentally.

Just now, while driving the mecha, he endured the throbbing pain in his stomach, and the distraction on both sides made him consume more mental energy than before.

When Xiao Yi put Mu Zimo on the bed, Mu Zimo's face was much better, and now he fell asleep tiredly.

Xiao Yi touched his face distressedly, finally took off the other party's coat, stuffed him into the bed, and he went up from the other side of the bed, and hugged him in his arms.

The next day, when Xiao Yi got up, Mu Zimo was already out of bed, he rubbed his hair and walked out of the bedroom, glanced at the living room, but didn't find Mu Zimo, his brows were frowned, "You went out early in the morning? "

At this time, a message was uploaded from the magnetic meter, he opened it, and found that it was Mu Zimo who had disappeared early in the morning, so he opened it quickly.

"Xiao Yi, I didn't have time to say goodbye to you because I received a temporary order from the military department. I may not be able to make it through during the competition. You have to work hard." Mu Zimo stayed.

Xiao Yi frowned, thinking about why he was so busy, but thinking that these orders are generally not allowed to be leaked at will, he didn't ask, and told the other party to pay attention to his body.

At the moment, Mu Zimo, who is said to be in the military department, is at He Yelin's residence.

"Brother He, I'm going to trouble you, don't let Xiao Yi know." Mu Zimo lay pale on the bed.

He Yelin pursed his lips and said worriedly: "Sooner or later, you will have to tell him, why do you have to carry it alone?"

"No, I don't want to distract him from the game, that's fine, I'll tell him after the game." Mu Zimo said, rubbing his stomach.

"You." He Yelin sighed, tucked the quilt for him and said, "You take a rest first, and I'll make you some breakfast."

"Okay, thank you Brother He." Mu Zimo said with the corners of his mouth bent.

"Why are you being polite to Brother He, go to sleep."

"Ah."

No one knew, Mu Zimo's whereabouts were known.

The author has something to say: Tangtang even wants to write the next door "Demon Lord Lingya". In ancient times, the demon king married the ancestor of the righteous way.