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After President Pang announced the rules of the competition, the 100 girls were divided into 10 groups through the lottery and competed separately, and the winners participated in the semi-finals. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Caiwei drew the tenth group, which had the largest number of participants, with eleven people.

"It's bad luck. A young girl pouted and complained with a number plate.

Ling Caiwei glanced at the girl's number plate, which was one zero zero two. Her number plate is One Zero One One.

The last number, seeing this number knows she can't win. However, she just came to play with the mood of a spectator, and it didn't matter what the number was.

The girl also saw the number plate in Ling Caiwei's hand, and glared at her fiercely without concealment. It seems that among the one hundred and one girls, the most redundant is Ling Caiwei.

Ling Caiwei couldn't help but feel funny. Among these people, she is the only one who is not from Qin. That zero two angry also makes sense.

She couldn't help but smile, her eyes unintentionally swept over the judges on the stage, and a familiar face made her look slightly shocked.

The originally calm heart couldn't help but beat faster, the blood rushed to the brain and buzzed, and even the cheeks flushed.

Nan Ronglie sat in the judges' seat, and the naughty Chong Ling Caiwei blinked her eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise a good-looking arc.

Vier, I'm coming.

Ling Caiwei saw him sitting there cynically, and her fingertips slowly became cold.

She didn't think the game was fun at all

。 Suddenly I had the idea of retiring.

At this time, the referee in charge of each group enters the field with his own team. Ling Caiwei was brought to a desk, and according to the project she had filled in when she first signed up, she chose to draw and go.

Now there is a piece of drawing paper on the desk, waiting for her to render it into the most beautiful picture.

She glanced at the people around her, and everyone had already begun to immerse themselves in the game. The competition is scheduled to be completed in the time of the three pillars of incense.

Ling Caiwei's heart fluctuated when she saw Nan Ronglie, and her mind was full of the scene when he left Zhuxuan. After a moment of contemplation, he began to write.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Hundreds of girls in the Mengliang City Square or show their painting skills or copy the Heart Sutra.

Time passed quickly. When Ling Caiwei raised her head again, there was only a small section of the last pillar of incense left.

As she looked at the paintings, she felt that something was missing.

Although she didn't come to win, she couldn't lose too ugly, so she still put some thought into this painting.

She groaned slightly, and hurriedly wrote down her mood at that time: flying mirrors under the moon, white water around the bamboo building. Thousands of miles to send the boat to travel, concentric against me.

Putting down the pen, before the handwriting was dry, the voice of the magistrate calling a halt rang in my ears.

Someone came to collect the paintings, and Ling Caiwei followed the magistrate into a cubicle room with a Go board.

The one who played against her was the zero-two girl who disdained her just now.

When the girl saw her, she sank her face and sat down across from her.

"Whose lady are you?" she took the lead in white chess.

Ling Caiwei was silent and concentrated on playing chess.

Seeing that she didn't care about herself, the girl put all her dissatisfaction into the chess game. Ling Caiwei was calm and relaxed, and she didn't take her seriously at all, and soon the girl showed defeat.

Nan Ronglie was bored, spinning around the arena with his hands behind his back, stopping a few meters away from Ling Caiwei, watching her easily win three games from a distance.

The girl glared at Ling Caiwei fiercely with a pair of round eyes, and suddenly swept all the chess pieces to the ground with a sweep of her hand.

"What's the big deal. There are three more games, and I'll see how you win!"

Ling Caiwei stood up slowly, and a black chess piece in her hand flew past the cheek of the girl with zero two, smashing the flagpole marked with Saibei behind her.

The girl's face immediately turned pale, and her lips lost their blood. She covered her cheeks and looked at Ling Caiwei blankly, her eyes full of tears.

Ling Caiwei picked up another remaining chess piece on the hook and sinking chessboard, and warned her while throwing it up: "Don't cry." Otherwise......" She made another flying chess pose, so frightened that the girl quickly covered her face.

Nan Ronglie smiled on the side, and came up in two and said, "Master has arranged it." ”

Nam Rongyeol nodded.

Siliang asked curiously: "Why do you have to let the young lady win? If she wins, she will throw the hydrangea and choose a husband." ...... then"

Nan Ronglie leaned against the wall, hugged his chest and smiled: "If she chooses a husband, she can't participate in the selection of concubines."

How dare she compare plots with this king! You say she can defeat this king?"

"But what if someone else snatches it?"

"Crow's mouth!" Nan Ronglie knocked on the four heads.

"This king is determined to win! Whoever dares to rob will slaughter and feed the king!"

Siliang didn't dare to pick up the stubble again, but begged Aunt Ling and Grandma Ling to throw the hydrangea on time, and don't make any trouble. It must be in the Qin State, and it can't be publicized.

Ling Caiwei didn't know that Nan Ronglie actually had the idea of letting her win the game, she ******** want to lose, and the next cooking and female celebrity competitions had no psychological burden at all.

She thought that if she played as usual, she would be close to losing.

It's just that I think that everyone will see their embroidery later, and I feel a little embarrassed. You must know that in the year when she practiced martial arts with Mo Chenyan in the cave, her clothes were torn and repaired by her master. She was not born to be a female celebrity.

The thought of her embroidery being admired by others makes her face feel hot. I don't know if I can apply for a waiver?

Thinking of this, she praised herself greatly in her heart. It's good to abandon the race.

"Magistrate. Ling Caiwei walked up to the referee of the tenth group and asked him to abstain from the next women's red match.

The referee looked her up and down in surprise, and said coldly: "It's okay to abandon the race, give me the number plate, and the girls in your family will be disqualified from the competition in the future." ”

Ling Caiwei's eyelids jumped, this is not good. She came to participate in the competition as a woman of Kirin Villa. If she brought losses to the Liu family because of her abandonment, wouldn't she take revenge and implicate good people.

She squeezed out a sweet smile at the magistrate and quickly explained, "I'll take the number plate." What I said just now is a joke, and it is all a joke. ”

The referee looked at her expressionlessly: "One zero one one, if you mention abandoning the competition again, I will apply to President Pang to cancel your family's future participation rights." He turned around and walked away.

Ling Caiwei watched him shuttle through the girl's team, and punched and kicked him in her heart with disdain.

The magistrate came backstage in a roundabout way, and saw that Nam Ronglie was finally relieved.

"The pavilion master is really like a god. Otherwise, Miss really gave up the game. ”

Nan Ronglie smiled: "She wants to lose, I want her to win!"

Siliang and the magistrate looked at each other tacitly, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak again. Cabinet director, it seems that this Girls' Day in the Qin State must make him lose his original appearance.

Fortunately, everyone was kept in the dark.

Ling Caiwei sat in front of the embroidery frame, looking at the patterns provided by the competition in front of her, and the green state in her heart was suddenly blown into a desert by the wind.

Why embroider a dragon? Her hand holding the needle trembled a little.

She imagined in her heart that this embroidered cloth was a patient waiting for her to be healed, and her acupuncture hands never trembled.

Nan Ronglie hid in a place she couldn't see, looking at Ling Caiwei's sad face, and her handsome face that was about to smile, her heart was soft.

(To be continued.) )