White lotus cultivation system

All the players participating in the medicine ball are required to line up in two long parallel vertical rows according to the class. The first two players in the two vertical rows are stepping on the boundary line, with three medicine balls at their feet. On the standard ground, with three whistles, complete three throws, remove the lowest result that may be caused by hand errors, and use the average of the remaining two results to determine the winner. The winner enters the next round. Knockout rounds, followed by the next two players advancing to the same contest.

The first round of the medicine ball game is divided into 16 groups, and they vote three times. After the decision is made, the groups are drawn again. In the second round, 8 groups vote twice, and the third and fourth rounds are decided by one shot.

When it was Comrade Jin Sanpang's turn to go on stage, a group of people covered their faces in embarrassment—following two "Bah, Bah", this dead fat man spit twice on his own hands, full of complacency Rubbed and picked up the poor medicine ball...

The players behind San Fat turned pale in an instant, staring at the medicine ball infected with the zombie virus!

The referee teacher firmly put the whistle to his lips, and with a whistle——

Then there was a "pop".

……

"Ah, I'm not conscious, my hands are messed up, my hands are messed up!" The little fat man shyly scratched the back of his head, and used his toes to hide the medicine ball that fell in front of him before he was thrown, and hooked it behind him!

Crowd: "..."

(╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴ Who told you to spit! No wonder you are not slippery!

The player in the same group as Jin Sanpang was a small guy named Shi Paohui. Looking at this scene, the kid couldn't help but feel happy: I'm short, so to put it bluntly, this round is a bye!

Then the second whistle sounded, and this proud player threw a ball without any psychological burden!

Shi Paohui is 11 meters!

Jin Chunmiao is [-] meters!

San Pang Boy's mouth opened wide in surprise: "I actually cast more than eight meters!"

Weak burst, really weak burst!Is it worth being so happy to cast more than eight meters?This game is guaranteed to win!Shi Paohui thought jokingly, and the villain in his heart laughed wildly with his hands on his hips!

Then he picked up a third medicine ball.

The third whistle!

Shi Paohui is 12 meters!

Jin Chunmiao is 18 meters!

"Lying... in the trough?"

"Is this an illusion? This must be an illusion!"

"Which one who killed a thousand swords made up for it?!"

"It seems... this is the truth... Amen!"

"……Amen!"

Jin Sanpang shook his fat shoulders with unrestrained enthusiasm, and sighed: "I just threw an eight-meter throw, and I really (scared) the nest, and this throw is relatively close to the usual level of the nest!"

Referee: "Remove one lowest score each. Shi Paohui has an average of 12m and Jin Chunmiao has an average of 13m. Jin Chunmiao wins and enters the next round!"

Shi Paohui foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes and passed out!

"..." Everyone watched this poor guy being carried away with both sympathy and sympathy, and sighed for a while!

……

In the next round of competition, Jinsan Fat Children's Shoes easily won with two high-scoring goals that surprised everyone!

This unexpectedly excellent performance made everyone in the audience look at this chubby little prick full of grooves with admiration!

So that in the third round, Jin Sanpang's CP, oh no, the opponent - a handsome young man with red phoenix eyes came on stage under extremely heavy pressure!

At the same time, screams erupted from somewhere in the auditorium. Looking closer, there were dozens of girls waving props in their hands, and the sound of popping popping resounded throughout the venue!

"Wang Chenyu, I love you!"

"Wang Chenyu, come on! Wang Chenyu, come on!"

"Wang Chenyu! The Palace of Princes must win!"

Here in the lounge of Class One (1) Senior High:

"It's your turn to play, why are you dawdling, why don't you hurry up?"

"Oh... oh... I'm going to go up now!" The little fat man entered the stage disheartened amidst the sound of driving away, with two lasagna tears hanging down his cheeks!

……

When Jin Sanpang came on stage, he saw a handsome boy with phoenix eyes named Wang Chenyu standing there quietly waiting. The navy blue school uniform sports pants outlined the opponent's long legs and slender waist, but he didn't look weak. On the contrary, it is a kind of beauty that can be called beautiful.

But with Jin Sanfat's naivety, he couldn't understand these things. At that time, he remembered that his mother had told him before school started: "Meow (Miaomiao), you must go to the city to study with children's shoes." Let's get along well, be polite, and be humble to each other!"

So the little chubby ran up to the other party cheerfully, and showed him an innocent smile!

Wang Chenyu twitched his brows, and cast a cold sideways glance at San Pang with his glamorous Danfeng eyes, and turned his head in disdain!

But this little handsome guy has a completely different scene in his heart!

How could there be such a wretched fat man in the world!The girls are all shouting for me, with so many eyes looking at me, I must beat this guy in front of me!

But this fat man in front of him is a strong opponent who can throw nearly 20 meters!Although I can also throw this distance, it still takes a lot of effort to beat him!

Daosha Nian at the VIP seat explained enthusiastically: "Jin Chunmiao, the monitor of Class [-], loves Wang Chenyu, the monitor of Class [-]! As the two quasi-championship players with the most eye-catching results and unequaled strengths, in the third round We will meet in advance! We are about to watch the most exciting battle of kings against kings!"

"Entering the third round and the following games are all determined by one goal! Let's hold our breath and don't blink, let's wait and see!"

The referee slowly put the whistle to his lips——

The two each picked up the only ball at their feet——

Wang Chenyu sneaked a sneaky glance at Jin Sanpang next to him with his slightly raised corners of his eyes, and saw that the other party looked around relaxedly, with a heartless smile on his face, as if Wang Chenyu wanted to win him in just a few minutes thing!

—Dish—#Damn it!Do you look down on me that much? !

I am the monitor of class three!I am Prince Dian, whom everyone loves!I am Wang Chenyu, whom everyone expects!

It's time for the decisive battle!I'm going to throw this ball with all my might!

Absolutely!right!No!able!lose!Give!this!what!one!indivual!Play!meaning!Son!

Wang Chenyu was holding the ball, and the shouts of the girls came from afar. In the autumn of November, a wisp of sweat trickled down from the forehead of this handsome guy, and flowed through the corners of his cool and charming eyes!

At this time, the referee's whistle finally sounded!