The smoke cleared, but the smell of blood on the field had not completely dissipated. The air was filled with a strange, awkward smell of rust mixed with sweat.
Fu Laogou's gang of minions had already run away, leaving behind only a mess on the ground, like a group of toy soldiers that had been looted by naughty kids.
"Ahem," the class competition judge crawled out from under the table, his face covered in dust and dirt, like an antique just dug out of a coal mine, "Is everyone okay? This... this is too exciting!" He adjusted his glasses, which were tilted like the bottom of a beer bottle, his eyes still filled with fear and shock.
"It's okay, old man Ban, don't worry, Brother Xuan is here, everything will be fine!" Zhuo A patted the dust off his body with a relaxed look. With that expression, if you didn't know him well, you would think he had just won a boxing championship.
Several other contestants also echoed the sentiment, and each of them was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
That’s right, the scene just now, the adrenaline surged, it was even more exciting than dancing!
Chen Yao walked to Mou Xuan, her eyes full of concern, "Are you okay?" She gently brushed away the non-existent dust on Mou Xuan's shoulders, her movements as gentle as if she were treating a precious piece of porcelain.
Mou Xuan shook his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine." He paused, a deep light flashed in his eyes, "Next..."
The post-match summary meeting was held in a temporary shed. How should I describe the atmosphere? It was a bit like visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year, with all the aunts and uncles gathered together, chattering, and it was very lively.
Several members of the competition gathered together and discussed the "encounter" that had just happened.
"Hey, let me ask you, in that situation just now, aren't our rules a little... not quite applicable?" Zhuo B scratched his head, looking confused.
"That's right! It was supposed to be a good game, but suddenly a bunch of rookies showed up and caught us off guard." Zhuo C also complained, "The rules don't say how to deal with this situation!"
"Yes, yes, if it weren't for Brother Xuan's proper command, we might have been in trouble!" Zhuo D said with lingering fear.
Mou Xuan took in everyone's discussion. He nodded, his eyes revealing a resolute look, "It seems that our rules do need to be adjusted."
So, a "brainstorming" session on fine-tuning the rules began.
Mou Xuan gathered the judges of the class competition and several representatives of the outstanding contestants, sat them around a simple table, and began to discuss.
Relying on his experience after rebirth and the "God's perspective" brought by his time ability, Mou Xuan conducted an in-depth analysis of the shortcomings of the existing rules and put forward a series of targeted modification suggestions.
He is like an experienced game planner, making fine adjustments and optimizations to the rules of the game.
"I think we need to add a rule about dealing with external interference." Mou Xuan said in a steady and resounding voice, "For example, when a game is interfered with by external forces, the emergency plan should be activated immediately, the game should be suspended, and personnel should be organized to defend."
"Well, that's a good suggestion." The class competition judge pushed his glasses and agreed, "This will prevent the competition from being disrupted and better protect the safety of the participants."
“Also, I think we should set up a special emergency response team to handle emergencies.” Zhuo A added, “This will improve response efficiency and avoid chaos.”
Just as everyone was discussing enthusiastically, a discordant voice suddenly rang out.
"I say, what's the point of you doing all this nonsense? This competition itself is a waste of time. It would be better to stock up more supplies." Member Zhong negatively curled his lips with disdain. His tone was sour, like an unripe lemon.
Mou Xuan frowned, his eyes instantly becoming sharp, "Zhong, what's your attitude? This game is to improve the overall survival skills of our alliance, so that we can better survive in the apocalypse! Your negative attitude is irresponsible to yourself and the entire alliance!"
The negative members of the group were frightened by Mou Xuan's sudden momentum and shrank their necks, not daring to say a word.
Chen Yao listened silently on the side. She carefully recorded everyone's opinions and organized and summarized them.
She is like a diligent secretary, transforming complex opinions into clear text and making the rules more reasonable and complete.
"Okay, let's stop here for today's discussion." Mu Xuan stood up and looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window. "We will discuss the specific details next time."
He walked over to Chen Yao and patted her shoulder gently, "Thank you for your hard work."
Chen Yao raised her head and smiled at Mou Xuan, "It's not hard. I'm very happy to be able to help you."
Mou Xuan's eyes fell on the documents that Shen Yao had sorted out. The sky outside the window had completely darkened. A few stars blinked mischievously, as if they were peeping at his thoughts.
"These rules, perhaps... can change something." He whispered to himself, with a hint of expectation in his tone that he himself was not aware of.
He knew that improving the rules was only the first step. What was more important was how to get everyone, including those "troublemakers" like the negative members like Zhong, to actively participate.
This is not an easy task, just like asking an old lady to play Honor of Kings, it is very challenging!
Chen Yao was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she was as excited as if she had discovered a new continent.
"This is a good idea! People like Zhong are not interested in improving their survival skills, but if they can replace it with supplies that can save their lives, it will be different!" She rubbed her hands excitedly, as if she had already seen the scene where the small-level members came over eagerly and begged to participate in the competition.
Mou Xuan nodded with satisfaction, already having a rough plan in mind.
He gently placed the document on the table, "Tomorrow, I will go talk to Zhong." He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the night sky in the distance, and said meaningfully, "Some things can't be avoided..." He turned around abruptly, with a gleam in his eyes, "Instead of passively taking a beating, it is better to take the initiative!" Chen Yao looked at his determined back, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room... "Brother Xuan! Something bad has happened!..."
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