Chapter 52 Battle of Zhuolu
There are differences between group matches and team matches.
The former involves a fight between two people in a protective cover, with a large stage built in the center of the auditorium for the public to watch the game.
The latter is that a specialized psychic constructs a completely new space, extracts the consciousness of all contestants and places them into it, thereby conducting group competitions in a completely safe area.
The body in the space is a fictional carrier for carrying consciousness and has exactly the same data as the original body. Therefore, there is no need to worry that the contestants will overdo it. If they receive fatal injuries, they will still be eliminated at the limit and their lives will never be in danger.
This is not a flag!
The government specifically emphasized.
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Due to both mental and physical exhaustion, as well as the emergency plot that woke him up in the middle of the night yesterday, Qi Heng slept until almost noon.
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. There were only three hours left before the afternoon game started.
When I opened my phone again, there was not a single message from the protagonists in the group chat.
After a moment's silence, Qi Heng smiled with relief.
This is the sense of relaxation of modern people. Even if the cult and the final competition are just around the corner, they still want to ensure quality sleep.
Probably because it is common for people with special abilities to get injured, the government-equipped medical room is very comprehensive. Although the space is small, it has all the necessary facilities and can be called a small dormitory.
Qi Heng stretched slowly, feeling refreshed, without any headache or back pain, and was able to cope perfectly with the upcoming team competition.
The boy went into the bathroom, washed up briefly, and then changed into a new, neat uniform from the closet.
Lying on the bed, the phone with the screen off received a message, the "ding dong" sound was muted and blocked, and only the screen lit up silently.
Qi Heng walked over and unlocked his phone to check the details.
It was a group chat of four people:
"Die, Black Mist: Xiao Heng - we are awake, we will come to you with brunch!"
"Death, Black Mist: But the government is so quiet today. I checked the office and no one is there. Are they arranging the team competition so early? (Wool dog scratching his head.jpg)"
"I checked and the audience has been relocated to the corresponding area." The light ball reported in a timely manner, "Alas, fortunately I woke up early, otherwise I would not know how to save the world in the later stage."
"Yes, at present the cult has not been able to fully grasp the power of the black fog, so we still have the initiative."
Qi Heng nodded and remembered the one thousand and one Be lines.
But now the world line has become more and more crooked. Even if it is Be, there will be one thousand and two unique Be.
After thinking for a moment, he replied in the group:
"Qi: There is no change in the infirmary, people are coming and going."
"Qi: We'll know in the afternoon. By the way, did you sleep well last night? You need to stay energetic today."
The group chat was silent for a moment.
Si Yuan sent a crying woolly dog and answered the question speechlessly.
Well, you can roughly imagine what kind of appearance it is.
About ten minutes later, there was a cheerful knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar sound of joy.
Under Qi Heng's curious gaze, the protagonists made a brilliant appearance.
The first person to step into the ward was Panda No. 1 Si Yuan. He raised the breakfast in his hand and walked in proudly as if he was holding a crown. His energetic appearance was enough to cover up the obvious dark circles under his eyes.
The next people to enter the ward were Ye Yunhe and Lin Muyu, who were walking side by side. Due to their fair skin and introverted temperament, the dark circles under their eyes appear particularly heavy, attracting other people's attention in an instant.
Three pandas are on display here.
Qi Heng took a deep breath at the sound of the light ball taking pictures.
How long has this lasted...?
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As Qi Heng seemed to be hesitant to speak, the protagonists pulled over chairs and sat down calmly.
"I just had a private chat with you, sir."
Lin Muyu ignored the boy's curiosity about his dark circles and changed the subject to business.
"There have been a lot of changes in this Zhuolu Battle. It may be the intelligence from the mysterious person. The government has a great understanding of the cult."
"The people were placed in different areas, with two teams protecting them."
"So the government intends to inform the public of the current situation?"
Ye Yunhe was a little surprised. She thought the top leaders would decide to continue to whitewash the situation and call on people not to be too sad.
“That’s just not what they do.”
She made an accurate assessment.
"It's definitely not a decision made by the old folks." Lin Muyu smiled, remembering the reply from his superior. "The superior said that their group was simply engaged in a war of words, and they had to drink three large glasses of water in half an hour."
"Wow, where's that mysterious man? Judging from the way he looks, he should be in the same camp as the commander, right?"
Si Yuan asked in surprise. Although they already know Bai Zhou's name, the protagonists are still more accustomed to calling him "the mysterious man", which is not only appropriate in meaning but also easy to say.
Lin Muyu was silent for a moment after hearing this. He thought about his wording and finally chose to take out his mobile phone and let his teammates check it themselves.
The other three people came over -
"Say no to overtime: you ask Bai Zhou...hiss, then I can only say yes, I admit defeat."
"Meeting: How do you say it?"
"Say no to overtime: Mainly because this guy doesn't seem to have a creative bottleneck. In every meeting, he would come up with some old-fashioned ideas, which instantly heated up the atmosphere."
"Meeting: Is this a similar proposal to "let the public know the current situation"?
"Say no to overtime: Yes, we tried to settle it before but were beaten back. Now we have more people and more power, plus Bai Zhou's ability, we finally made the old antiques take a step back. It wasn't easy."
"Muyu: That sounds like a good thing. It seems that the commander is impressed by his ability?"
"Say no to overtime: Wrong, wrong, wrong, it's not true~"
"Say no to overtime: because this person is only responsible for starting fires and watching from the sidelines, starting fires two or three times a day. He also comments on our faction when we are arguing with others or fighting alone, and even claps to show his appreciation when we win in the end."
"Say no to overtime: I have to admit defeat to this person who can stir up the anger of all the employees by himself (smile.jpg)"
"Meeting: ..."
"Muyu: No wonder you stopped sending voice messages. It turns out you're hoarse."
After reading it, Ye Yunhe and Si Yu'an fell into deep thought.
Qi Heng looked away, chewing the steamed bun in his mouth, and remained cautiously silent.
"Indeed, after all, he is the one who would put flowers in Xiaoheng's hands..."
Si Yuan felt that his complicated feelings were similar to those at that time.
Ye Yunhe didn't know whether to gloat over his superior's retribution or mourn for the voices of others.
In short, I have to admit defeat.
She handed the phone back to the captain, and the three of them looked at each other in tacit understanding.
Then, after noticing that Qi Heng had turned his head away, they turned their heads in tacit understanding.
"What's wrong, Xiaoheng, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing the boy's subtle expression, Lin Muyu asked in a gentle voice.
"I just think that this battle of Zhuolu should be much more stable than expected." Qi Heng replied softly in the sight of the three people, "It can be considered that all personnel are mobilized."
"Don't worry. Since they dared to let us continue with the competition, it means that the government is well prepared. In this regard, they are trustworthy."
Ye Yunhe leaned back in his chair and nodded calmly, looking like he might as well make the best of it.
"It's another day of being a bait. Although I have no idea what will happen, I have to say that this way I feel safe..."
“Ahem!”
Si Yuan suddenly burst into violent coughing.
Glancing at Qi Heng who was looking at him suspiciously, he deliberately touched his neck, cleared his throat twice and said:
"Oh, I suddenly feel that my throat is not feeling well."
"Uh." Ye Yunhe choked, as if she was infected. She suddenly raised her hand to her lips and cleared her throat forcefully.
This time Qi Heng looked at her puzzledly.
Ye Yunhe's eyebrows suddenly became sharp. She stood up straight and slammed her fist on the table, causing a tremor.
Then he spoke righteously and clearly, like a good student taking an oath under the national flag:
"However, this sense of security is still too little. The real sense of security can only be obtained by relying on oneself!"
"As an excellent psychic, I will not rely on any external force to achieve victory, even those closest to me cannot give it to me!"
"Yes!" Si Yuan responded loudly, his eyes determined enough to join the party, "We must pay attention to our physical and mental health, and understand that we are the most important existence. No matter what, nothing can change this!"
“…”
Lin Muyu closed his eyes in silence, feeling that he couldn't bear to look at it.
“…”
Qi Heng was speechless with empty eyes.
He opened his mouth, seemed to be about to say something, but finally he clapped his hands considerately to show his respect.
Under the two people's seemingly real gazes, the young man commented:
“What a terrible acting.”
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With the devoted company of my teammates, the three hours disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The four of them walked side by side towards the stadium, and saw the empty audience seats and employees waving at them from the windows in the distance.
The team competition is held in a special open room, and each competitor has a dedicated seat. When the specialized psychics exert their power, their respective consciousness will be extracted and entered into the construction space.
Finally entering the room, the four were able to see the details inside.
Most of the contestants were already seated waiting for the competition, and their expressions were very different. Secret joy and uneasiness, nervousness and eagerness to try, or calmness and panic, it is clear at a glance who knows the truth about the game.
Among them, Calint was nodding gracefully at them. This gentleman was the only one wearing a suit and leather shoes, so he was very eye-catching.
Beside him were a tall lady with bright eyes and eyebrows, a girl with a nervous expression, and a man who was calmly waiting for the game to begin.
These should be the three teammates of Karint’s team: Qin You, Yun Paopao, and Ji Linfeng.
Lin Muyu smiled back and matched the people with the contents of the intelligence one by one.
There was a secret gaze coming from not far away, and Qi Heng looked at it calmly.
It was Sheng Mu. He looked pretty good, not as pale as he looked after losing yesterday.
It seems that the result of his heart-to-heart talk with Sheng Chao was good.
Seeing that the other party was staring at him like this, Qi Heng simply nodded to him as a greeting, then looked away.
Sheng Mu pursed his lips, withdrew his gaze when his brother asked him, and no longer paid attention to the complex and indistinguishable emotions.
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