Chapter 73 No, these two people just left like that?
"Beep, beep, beep--" The observer and the referee blew the whistle at the same time. The sharp sound pierced the sky and brought everyone back to consciousness.
The doctor standing by rushed to the stage and shouted to others to start the rescue, while he kept pouring the treatment medicine into Langman's mouth. Langman drank a mouthful and spit out a mouthful, and the green liquid mixed with the mucus on his face, making him look miserable.
"Boo-boo--Edith wins!"
The audience in the stands finally came back to their senses from their extreme shock, and then the first-grade stands were the first to boil!
Countless colorful flags were flying in the air, cheers were mixed with shouts, and a few curses could be heard sporadically accusing the flags of blocking the view. Hedda squatted until the protective shield was released, pushed himself over the guardrail with both hands, and rushed forward with a roar, throwing himself into Edith's arms.
"Uh--ok, ok, I'm fine."
Edith was hit so hard that she felt her soul was shaking.
This is much more exciting than the previous game.
She tried to pull Heda down but to no avail. Finally, she gave up struggling, put her arms around her, and patted her on the back gently.
Seeing that they could come down, the others sitting in the stands also became eager to move, but were stopped by the guards who finally arrived.
"Very good, the results are finally out - first-year Edith Griffin won the final victory!" Number Two was excited, stood up from his chair, and stepped on the control console. "Langman, the favorite player in the finals who was trying to secure a top 20 or top 7, will also stop here. But if he performs well in the subsequent qualifying rounds, he may be able to get a good result of 51st. Let's applaud and congratulate him!"
Number One's body trembled: "Sister!"
Congratulations to the top ten contestants for possibly getting 51st place, it's just a mockery no matter how you look at it!
He immediately turned off the microphone. Number 2, who hadn't said anything yet, tutted and glanced at Number 1 in dissatisfaction. Number 1 smiled apologetically, "I thought you were leaning towards Langman." After all, he was scared to death when he shouted that the support rate between the two was 7:3 at the beginning.
"I'll favor whoever is more interesting." Number Two raised an eyebrow, sat back in his seat, and lazily leaned back. "A freshman defeated a fourth-year student, and a fourth-year student who is invincible in his own space... I can't favor him too much."
The two people at the lecture booth were still in a relaxed chat state, while the people below the stage were completely cleared up by the words of No. 2.
Langman lost.
Langman lost in this competition which could only be played once, and the highest ranking he could get next time was 51st.
The highest Langman could get was only 51st? ! ! !
For a moment, those who had placed bets, those who were proud of being seniors, and those who had a good or bad relationship with Langman all became agitated, creating a huge wave of noise.
“Damn it, Langman lost?”
"No, I thought I would definitely win, so I bet 100 gold coins!"
"You only have a hundred? I bet 500!"
"Impossible, I don't believe it. Can Langman show me the video footage in the cage? Otherwise, it will be hard for me to convince myself—"
"A conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy!"
In this situation with a lot of negative emotions, the referee was still cheerful and pushed Edith forward after she broke free from Heda's embrace.
"Go ahead and say hello to the audience."
Edith: “…”
Isn't this really adding fuel to the fire?
She sighed, stepped forward and waved her hand, and sure enough, she received a warm response: cheers, boos, insults, and doubts.
Hedda silently pushed her towards the first grades. Sure enough, the first grades were much more enthusiastic. With a swish, countless flowers created by magic poured down from the top. Edith was caught off guard and was instantly buried in the soft petals.
No matter how much they celebrate in front, the doctors behind are still trying their best to rescue.
"Shit, what the heck is this- huh?"
Langman's body was covered in blood and various burns. His clothes were torn into pieces and barely hung on his body. They felt sticky to the touch. In addition, he was in a coma, and it was obvious that he had lost too much blood and was seriously injured.
He tried frantically to stop the bleeding, but after turning around he found that most of the wounds had healed, and the parts that were still bleeding were only superficial injuries and had not penetrated deep into the internal organs.
The doctor scratched his head.
He has never seen such a situation in all his years of practicing medicine.
"Teacher, he seems... just asleep?" the doctor's apprentice said weakly.
His breathing was even, his face was pale but his eyelids were firmly closed, and there was a smile on the corners of his mouth. It felt like a very pleasant dream.
doctor:"……"
The injuries were not serious, so it was unlikely that he was in a coma. So was he really asleep?
"That shouldn't be the case, unless they used a sleeping spell. But the existing sleeping spells are easy to break. Even if you are in a confused state, as long as there is magic power on the surface of your body, you can automatically resist most of it. How could someone fall for it?" He was puzzled. "Only people who can't sleep would use it on themselves."
"Maybe Langman really released it himself." The apprentice cast two healing spells, watched the wound slowly heal, packed up his things with ease, and made a joke. The doctor laughed, "Yes, maybe he was sleepy and cast a spell on himself to sleep."
Maybe it was because his laughter was too loud, but the sleeping Langman murmured and slowly opened his eyes.
…
When Edith was hastily dug out of the flowers, her body was covered with pollen, and when she shook her body she could spread a light green mist.
She responded to everyone's enthusiasm with a somewhat helpless smile, then lowered her head and patted her clothes.
At this moment, a burst of unstoppable sneezing sound came from the front side.
"A-choo, A-choo - ah, hello, can I interview A-choo? We are from the Desert Newspaper!"
Edith subconsciously took two steps back. The interviewer looked young, probably around twenty years old, with gray hair and a suit that was too mature. He approached with difficulty, holding a pen and paper.
The girl seemed to be allergic to pollen and her nose turned red from sneezing.
Edith looked at the observer beside her.
The other party understood and explained in a low voice: "There will be many newspapers coming to interview and report on the college league, but the big newspapers basically only come in the last two rounds, and the small newspapers only have the opportunity to show up in the first few rounds. However, no matter how small the newspaper is, it is still a good exposure channel for students like you who are not famous."
"Not many people are here today. You can decide whether to answer or not. But if you refuse the interview, you may end up in their newspaper with the headline 'Arrogant'."
Edith: “…”
The girl nodded at first when she heard the observer's explanation, but when she heard this, she quickly shouted from a distance, "We are not, we don't have it!"
Edith smiled to appease the other party, then looked back at the observer: "What are the benefits of increased exposure?"
"What kind of talk is that?" The observer looked puzzled. "It will increase the family's reputation and your own fame. If you want to join the association or the palace in the future, these reports will be plus points."
"If you want to ask about more direct benefits - if you are famous, more people will bet on you, the prize pool will be bigger, and you can earn more by betting on yourself."
Such direct benefits.
Edith understood the whole situation, nodded to show her understanding, and turned to the girl who was still sneezing.
"What's your name?"
The girl stopped sneezing abruptly and stood up straight in an instant: "Wanda Hill, just call me Wanda."
"Yes, Miss Hill."
Wanda: “You can call me whatever you want.”
She raised her hand hurriedly, asking the people around her to come forward and quickly start drawing Edith's face. She held the pen and frantically flipped through the inscription book in her hand: "I'm sorry, today is my first independent interview - first of all, congratulations on winning this game. Before the game, many people were not optimistic about you. Now that you won the game, do you have anything to say to them?"
Edith shrugged. "There's nothing much to say. They don't know me well, so it's normal for them to make wrong decisions. I believe that after this game, everyone will be able to look at my strength more objectively."
It wasn't a perfect answer, but it was quite polite. Wanda pushed her glasses up in surprise: Edith was gentler than she had imagined.
"What do you think of your opponent?"
"You mean Langman? He is a respectable opponent and very strong. If he hadn't met me, he would definitely have made it to the finals." Edith spoke the truth. If she had fought Langman seriously, it would definitely not have been so easy for her. She only managed to end the game without any injury thanks to the unexpected spell of Louisa.
She thought about it, and suddenly she became interested and decided to give the leader who had tampered with her lottery a hard time. She sighed and said, "What a pity. We shouldn't have met here."
Wanda's eyes were filled with an infinite desire for news: "What do you mean, is there another hidden story behind this?!"
Edith waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, I just felt sad. We are all among the top few in the promotion competition. I didn't expect to meet in the first round. Maybe this is fate."
It would not be good to make it too clear. She believed that this was enough for the Giles family to understand the seriousness of the matter.
Wanda's eyes sparkled as she wrote something down rapidly in her notebook, leaving a shadow behind with her pen. "Yes, thank you very much for your answer - then the next question is, what happened to you in Langman's cage?"
Edith raised her eyebrows: "I used the blasting spell, Langman was knocked unconscious, the game is over."
"That's it. Are you done asking questions? I have to leave now. I just finished the competition and want to rest for a while."
Wanda obviously sensed her perfunctory attitude and tried to struggle again: "Sorry, I don't understand--"
"—She said she was leaving. Didn't you understand?"
A voice came from behind. Edith turned around and was surprised to find that it was Langman who had woken up.
The boy was wearing a brand new robe and the blood stains on his body had been cleaned, but when he walked, he still brought a gust of bloody wind with him.
Only then did Wanda realize that something was wrong with her. She immediately stepped back to apologize, secretly glanced at Langman's expression, and turned and ran away.
Hedda subconsciously stood in front of Edith.
"I'm not here to seek revenge." Langman smiled helplessly and stretched out a hand to Edith.
"Congratulations on winning the competition."
"Thank you." Edith was not modest and shook hands generously. Langman leaned forward and whispered in Edith's ear: "Can I talk to you?"
When he woke up and realized what Edith had discovered, he couldn't wait even a minute and rushed over impatiently.
"Okay." Edith didn't plan to keep it to herself. A look of joy appeared on Langman's face. He let go of her hand and gave her a hug. The two left the practice field together.
The people standing in the stands who were speaking up for Lang Man were: "..."
No, these two people just left like that?
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