Qin Ran stepped in.

He should have been the last to arrive.

As he entered, the gatekeeper walked in and closed the door again.

After glancing at the other party from the corner of his eye, Qin Ran looked at the room in front of him.

The rooms in the building are larger than they seem, the size of a football field, and the whole is a boxy 'mouth' shape, with no difference between top and bottom, left and right.

The rough cement walls and floors, although they have been cleaned beforehand, still give people a dirty feeling.

A few wires hung from the ceiling, and the huge light bulbs were connected to the wires, rough and rudimentary, just like the furnishings around them.

Except for a few rusty shelves, there is nothing.

It was originally supposed to be a warehouse-like place, but for some unknown reason it was abandoned and became a meeting place for the Dark Eaters.

The Dark Eaters either stood against the wall or crouched in the corner, and the only thing they had in common was that there were more or less objects in front of them.

Qin Ran walked around the room, and he looked at the items carefully.

Most of them are ingredients.

A small part is kitchenware.

Scattered were some fragmentary written records and some things that Qin Ran couldn't see the use.

In short, the value is not high.

At least among the ingredients and kitchenware, Qin Ran was rarely able to see anything big above the rarity level.

In this regard, Qin Ran was not disappointed.

Before he came, one of his subordinates had described to him in detail the gatherings of the Dark Eaters, because the raiding nature of the Dark Eaters had long determined that it would be difficult for these people to keep good things, or even if they did, they would not put them out.

At least, in the beginning, it won't be taken out.

Every time, it needs to go through some 'hot field' before something good happens.

If he had enough time, Qin Ran didn't mind looking at the 'hot field' of the Dark Eaters, but unfortunately, he didn't have time.

So......

Bang, Bang Tie!

Qin Ran walked to the door, raised his hand and tapped the wooden frame on his side with a slight force.

The sudden abnormal sound immediately attracted all the people in the room.

One by one, they looked at Qin Ran, who made a sound, with unkind eyes.

Then......

Bang bang bang!

The heads exploded at the same time, like broken fireworks.

Plop, plop!

The corpses fell to the ground one after another.

At the beginning, Qin Ran planned to do this.

If you want to take out all the Dark Eaters in the room in a short period of time, almost silently, what could be more appropriate than the [Half-Dead Gaze]?

No!

Even the most suitable [Demon Burning Technique] will emit high temperatures, attracting unwanted attention.

Emerald green, orange-red, golden.

Suddenly blooming!

Not even the glaring lights can hide the brilliance!

Qin Ran walked over with a smile on his face.

……

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Colorful fireworks burst into the night sky, the students on the floats cheered, and the surrounding students who participated in the anniversary celebration jumped and danced, waving their arms.

As the conductor of the freshman floats, Stalter had to stand out from the crowd of joy.

It's not that he doesn't want cheerful chanting.

Instead, he had to calculate the time and drive the float at all, and he couldn't be distracted at all.

The former, the slightest mistake will make this freshman a laughing stock, and he can't afford to take this responsibility.

And the latter?

That's even more dangerous!

Tonight's Teorit was crowded with almost all the people, and even the main road became narrow, and a single accident on the part of the driver could cause casualties.

You know, in the face of the impact of such a large car, even the fourth and fifth graders are probably not able to catch it.

Then, subconsciously, Stalter thought of Qin Ran.

"If it's the chief......"

"Well, it's probably me who died."

Immediately after making a similar hypothesis in his mind, Stalter shook his head in a shudder, but he knew exactly what kind of existence his chief was.

Do you dare to hit him with a car?

He's going to wreck your car!

Although he didn't know what method would be used, Salter inexplicably had similar confidence.

Just as he had the confidence to win the first round of his creative float.

Look at it!

I'm going to impress you!

At the thought of the hesitation on the faces of the freshmen in the face of their own creativity, Salter's rare fighting spirit boiled.

Jingle bells!

The alarm clock placed next to the driver's seat chime, and Stalter immediately retracted his thoughts, it was the alarm clock he had set, which meant that they should be in.

The first round has begun!

Pressing the accelerator again, the float drove smoothly to the gymnasium!

And on the top of the float, the strange, bloody, bandaged freshmen are listless, as the float moves forward, these people's bodies unconsciously shake, looking like a group of lifeless zombies.

Even if I got close to the gymnasium, I didn't expect anything from it.

It's really ......

It's ugly!

It's an anniversary, not Halloween.

How can you dress up like this?

If it weren't for the fact that Standt couldn't be beaten, these freshmen would have quit a long time ago.

Looking at the gymnasium that was getting closer and closer, these freshmen were filled with despair.

They think that when the sun rises tomorrow, they will be a laughing stock.

The gymnasium, which had experienced an incident, reopened on the anniversary day.

And this class of freshmen is the last to enter here.

The floats of fifth, fourth, third and second graders have long been parked in front of the gymnasium.

In contrast to Stealt's painstaking outfits, the second-graders undoubtedly did their best, with sunflower-like flowers sticking around the floats, and on the roof of the car was an elephant's head, the trunk bobbing up and down with the roar of the car's engine.

The third-year float was much colder, with a white oil-paper umbrella in the hands of the third-graders, and the chief swordsman kneeling in the middle, with his sword lying horizontally on his knees.

"It's really disappointing."

In a lazy, seductive voice, Renata, dressed in a leather robe, swung the leather whip in her hand at the position of the chief swordsman.

Syllable!

The crisp sound of the leather whip immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

All the boys couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw Renata in a leather suit, especially when they saw the steel pipes erected on the float and the flashing colorful neon lights, the boys who couldn't help but think of something, their body temperature began to rise.

Renata was keenly aware of this.

Her face became more and more charming, but at the bottom of her heart was a sneer.

Oh, man.

In a cold snort with a little disdain, Renata inexplicably flashed a figure in her heart.

The other party is very special.

Although he is a man, he is different from other men.

Not only strong, but also tenacious, will not be fooled by her charm, and always treat her equally.

Only such a man can be called a man!

Thinking in his heart, the smile on Renata's face became more and more intriguing, and those students and borrowers who were not qualified to board the float unconsciously approached the fourth-grade float.

"Chief, we're going to lose again in the first round."

The fifth-grade chief assistant said to 'Tai' with a smile.

Although he sighed, the assistant's face was not a little frustrated, and he was still smiling and not caring at all.

"Renata's advantage in the first round was too great."

"We'll just take it back in the next session."

The fifth-grade chief said lightly while holding the teacup.

The people around him nodded in agreement.

Although this is not an official 'food battle', the pride of being a fifth-grader makes it impossible for them to just throw in the towel.

And just when all the fifth-graders were full of confidence, the fifth-grade chief 'Tai' looked towards the position of the freshman float.

Although he had received credible information that the monster had entered the E-15 Realm, he always felt that there was something hidden there.

"Lost!"

Standt looked at the crowd gathered around the fourth-grade float, and his whole face was full of tears.

What a bunch of mortals!

Why are you attracted to a mortal child in the flesh?

Obviously, his urban legends, ghosts, and creative floats are more attractive, okay?

Look at the blood-drenched murderer!

Look at the eerie young lady in white!

Look at this grim-looking Frankenstein!

Which one isn't better looking than her?

It's really tasteless!

"That's why I said, your idea won't work."

Maika looked at the fourth-grade float that had been activated.

As the float with the largest number of people around, it will be the first to enter.

"What's the big deal, it's not that I've been beaten by the chief!"

Standt snorted and looked at the fourth-grade float in the distance.

"Even if you keep it authentic, it can be bland."

Maika gestured to the second third-grade float to enter the field.

"She's also been beaten by the Chief!"

Stante emphasized.

"Childlike fun resonates too!"

Maika looked at the third second-grade float to enter the field.

"Guess the chief didn't cry like a child when he hit him?"

Stante was full of disdain.

Then, there are the floats for the fifth grade.

Without waiting for his friend to speak again, Stallt said directly: "A group of rotten guys, can they still be so arrogant when they are beaten by the chief?" ”

"Don't you think you're a bit of a loser right now?"

Maika poked her friend's sore spot mercilessly.

"At least I haven't been beaten by the Chief!"

Stalter pretended to be tough.

"Can you recognize reality?"

Maika sighed

"You've also been beaten by the Chief!"

Standt stressed again.

Maika looked at his friend, if it wasn't for the other party still driving, he swore that he would have used his fist to tell his friend what the pain of being beaten was.

The newborn floats slowly entered the venue.

The stadium was packed.

Faculty, teachers, and professors were present.

Even if you are bandaged and in a wheelchair, you are no exception.

These people paid special attention to the newborn floats, and when they saw that there was no black figure in them, they were visibly relieved, and they talked to each other much louder.

"That guy isn't there!"

"It seems that the news is true!"

"He's really in the secret realm!"

"In that case, then don't blame us, if he is not there, those new students will be unlucky!"

……

The conversation in the stands, Stalter and Maika, naturally, could not be heard, and they stepped off the float and walked up to the ring marked with new students as instructed.

In the gymnasium, there are a total of one large, six small and seven rings.

At the moment, the biggest ring and the most corner of the ring are empty.

The remaining five rings are marked with the nameplates of each grade.

There were about 30 people standing in each ring, all of whom were people who stepped down from the floats, and they were the elite of all grades.

And these people need to snatch ten spots in the big ring.

Among them, each student in the fifth grade is one place, two in the fourth grade is counted as a place, three in the third grade is counted as a place, and so on.

To put it simply, if you encounter a challenge, five freshmen can play at the same time.

Of course......

Even if five freshmen play together, the chances of winning against the fourth and fifth graders are not great.

So, the freshmen are basically going through the motions.

What's even more eye-catching is the battle of the senior students, and therefore, this informal session has become the most anticipated program outside of the 'food battle'.

Today, though, is a little different.

A lot of people are looking at the new students.

"Something seems to be wrong with the atmosphere."

Standing in the ring, Stalter whispered to Mika beside him.

"Well, there are several bad guys staring at us."

Maika nodded, her eyes met the malicious gaze coming from the senior ring, and she looked at each other without flinching.

"These guys aren't going to want ......"

Stalter, who is not a fool, immediately thought of something.

"I guess that's what you think."

Maika's face became serious.

"Oh no, the chief isn't here, it's up to us to ......"

"It's just that we have a small chance, or even a very good one, but ...... That doesn't mean we're going to give up, and I don't want the Chief to come back and face a bunch of people who run away without a fight! ”

As she spoke, Maika looked at her friends and classmates who were nervous around her, and then began to tighten her fist belt on her own.

Everyone else is in front of you, what else is there to retreat?

him!

That's what Maika has always believed in.

As for winning or losing?

I only know until I hit it!

Seeing Maika tighten his fist belt, Stalter calmed down after taking a few quick deep breaths, and he turned to look at the freshman behind him.

"Some guys want to take advantage of the chief's absence to give us a dismount."

"In fact, they've wanted to do it for a long time."

"It's only because of the existence of the chief that they have been retained until now, and now, the chief has left because of something, and finally given them a chance."

"They're ready to teach us a good lesson, and I don't think we should sit still."

"Surrender? Admit defeat? ”

"It's not what we want."

"I want to fight!"

Standt said loudly.

And after the words fell, the chief assistant scratched his head, with a touch of shame on his face, and said, "I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but the reason why I dare to do this in the face of these seniors who are much stronger than us is because the chief is standing behind us!" ”

"The chief is temporarily away because of something, but the chief will come back eventually, and when the chief returns, everything we have suffered, the chief will definitely get us back tenfold, a hundred times!"

"So ......"

Standt took a deep breath, turned around, and with all his strength, raised his middle finger at the ill-intentioned people in the ring around him, and yelled, "Come on! Battle! ”

The surrounding freshmen were stunned for a moment, and then, almost in unison, they raised their middle fingers at the guys.

They shouted in unison—

"Come on! Battle! ”

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