Chapter 997 Reality 8
Each round of the game basically lasted two days. When there were still four days left in her game, he started the third round.
The third round is still not.
With only two days left in the competition, Fu Yizhi is ready to start the fourth round.
The first three rounds weren't like this, and the chances of encountering one in the fourth instance were also low. Every round of the game was actually a gamble with one's life. Even though Fu Yizhi was a big shot, Fu Anan felt bad.
"Brother Fu!"
Fu Anan woke up early in the morning and hugged Fu Yizhi's waist like a bear, "Please don't go."
Fu Yizhi looked at her sideways and said, "Stop making trouble."
"I didn't make a scene."
Fu Anan lay behind him, dragging him away, "I think the information might be useless. Qualifying for the competition might depend on luck. Don't go. You've been playing games for six consecutive days."
Fu Yizhi pursed his lips slightly, "There is still one chance to go now."
With your luck, the chance is so small that it can be ignored.
Fu Anan silently complained in her heart, then she appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him, "Don't go, even if all the players in this round are S-level players, my strength is not bad.
Don't you still believe me?"
As she spoke, she moved in front of Fu Yizhi and stared at her reaction.
However, Fu Yizhi did not respond.
This forced her to use her trump card.
Fu Anan unbuttoned the top button of her pajamas, pulled it down, revealing half of her fair and tender arms, and gave him a wink.
"Brother Fu~"
Fu Yizhi couldn't resist her charm!!
That's how confident I am.
Then, the confident Fu Anan was hit on the head by Fu Yizhi, "You little rascal."
What the hell? Who's more indecent?
At that moment, Fu Anan felt like she was stunned.
"Change your clothes. I'll go see the results of your training today."
Fu Yizhi got out of bed barefoot, found the clothes she usually used for training, and threw them on her head.
Okay.
Just don't overdo the game.
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Today is the penultimate day of the competition
Zhang Xincheng's training was arranged like the college entrance examination. He worked hard for the first nine days and had a day off on the last day.
Today's actual combat target has changed from other team members to Zhang Xincheng.
The competition venue was in the large square used for ordinary people's fighting classes. Today, the students were evacuated early, leaving the square empty.
People surrounded the square, all coming to watch this practical training.
Some quick-witted people even set up off-site gambling. They bet on who would win, Zhang Xincheng or Fu Anan, with odds of 1.1 for Zhang Xincheng and 9 for Fu Anan. This added interest to the otherwise dull and depressing lives and quickly became popular.
The pressure is not much, but the number of participants is large.
So much so that even Fu Yizhi, who was sitting in the audience watching the training, knew about it.
"Master Fu, do you need me to make them stop?"
Fu Yizhi glanced at the crowd that was gathered around. The side of Yazhang Xincheng was filled with all kinds of supplies, and it was almost full; the side of Yafu Anan had only one or two shriveled steamed buns scattered around.
"Need not."
Fu Yizhi's gaze returned to Fu Anan, "Get something and fill up Fu Anan's side."
This is blatant favoritism.
"OK."
The team members went down to invite bets, forcing the original odds of 1.1:9 to 1.1:5, which attracted some people who were eager for an upset to follow suit and place bets.
In the square
Fu Anan, who had just had the bandage removed, was still a little uncomfortable. She shook her hands and looked at Zhang Xincheng in front of her with a serious expression.
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