Xu Yuanqing, including Zhao Zicheng this time, all looked at him with a dull expression.

Fifty percent?

Why don't you grab it?

No, the robbery didn't come as fast as this.

This time, for half a minute, there was no movement on the phone for the rest of his life.

Just when they thought the deal was completely gone, the melodious ringing of the phone gently tugged at their heartstrings.

Two pairs of eyes are like light bulbs, staring at the rest of their lives.

"Fifty percent is impossible, if the intelligence does have that value, I can give thirty percent."

On the other side of the phone, he was weak, and obviously he didn't have the strength to fight wits and courage for the rest of his life.

"Hmm."

"All the freshmen are indeed seriously injured."

"It's me who participates in the competition this time."

"I'm not hurt."

Yu Sheng thought about it and added.

The breathing on the other side of the phone was heavy, and when he spoke again, his voice changed a little because of excitement, and he was no longer hoarse: "Why are you going to participate in the rookie competition?" ”

"Yes, yes, you're a freshman too."

"Think about it..."

"Think about it..."

"According to the rules of the game, there must be at least two people on the field in the team competition, and there will inevitably be a complete team of five people on the opposite side..."

The man's voice grew lower, as if he was thinking about something.

Yu Sheng glanced at Zhao Zicheng, who was blinking sluggishly in the distance, and interjected: "I brought one, and I am qualified to play." ”

"How's the strength?"

Asked over there.

Yu Sheng groaned: "Hmm... They called him... Atmosphere group? ”

...

"Can you hit five?"

As soon as he said this, the man sneered, as if laughing at himself, and stopped the topic: "I think this can be operated for a while, and in the next few days, I will increase the multiplier of the other colleges in the casino." ”

"Then press down the magnification of the Ink Academy."

"Keep a low profile when you enter the city, and it's better to pretend to be seriously injured."

"In this way, there will definitely not be many people who will win the championship of the Ink Academy."

"When the time comes, you can cut a wave of leeks!"

"It's worth it."

"When the competition is over, there is a head office of mine in the black market in Mexico City, go there to withdraw money."

The man's tone was extremely fast and coherent.

Without the hoarse energy of before, the voice sounded quite magnetic.

He didn't continue to speak for the rest of his life.

Until the phone hangs up.

Xu Yuanqing frowned slightly, and couldn't help but interject and ask, "What if you give him information and he doesn't share your money?" ”

"Or when the game is over, you go and get the money, and he eats black..."

Yu Sheng looked at Xu Yuanqing and shook his head seriously: "He won't, the rules of the crime city, once the transaction is confirmed, it must be completed." ”

"Otherwise..."

"I'll kill him."

Yu Sheng whispered and began to study the bandages, wrapping them around his body indiscriminately.

Xu Yuanqing took about ten seconds before he came to his senses and took a deep breath: "Is this how the people between the two sin cities communicate?" ”

"Hey, the way you're entanglement is wrong, it's too fake, it should be like this!"

Watching Yu Sheng wrap around himself with gauze again and again, Xu Yuanqing looked helpless and walked over to personally command.

Eventually, admire your own masterpiece.

At this time, Yu Sheng's right hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his shoulder.

The chest was also circled a few times.

The only thing that's okay is that there is nothing wrong with my legs.

In Xu Yuanqing's words, the injury was too serious, and it was a bit fake.

The one who was singled out of the group of seriously injured people to participate in the competition must have been slightly injured.

Now so, just right.

It doesn't seem threatening, but it makes sense.

Otherwise, if you really get two wheelchairs, is the Ink Academy here to be funny?

……

The gates of Mocheng are unusually majestic.

Crowds of reporters crowded at the city gates, with long guns and short cannons.

Insider information.

The people of the Ink Academy are about to arrive.

The most outrageous thing is that the news came out of several underground casinos.

Everyone also squatted here to take a look with the attitude of trying it out.

Idle is also idle.

Lingnian, Lingwu itself is in Mocheng.

People from other colleges and universities came early, and those students had already dug a big circle, and it was worthless.

Only the Mo Academy is left with such a major event.

Once released, it is definitely the highlight of the whole network.

And the most striking thing is that at the front of many reporters, there is a teenager standing.

The young man has a delicate face, and Zhao Zicheng's sunshine belongs to two styles.

There is also a little coldness and perseverance in the beauty.

The body stands straight.

"Why is Wu Qianqiu here?"

"It won't be a war letter for the Ink Academy, right?"

"Tsk, there's a good show."

"I'll report in a while, let's write different versions separately."

"I wrote that Wu Qianqiu stood proudly in front of the gate of Mo City, one person blocked one courtyard, and he wrote a war book to see life and death."

"You wrote that Wu Qianqiu took advantage of the danger of others to bully the sick number."

"Guide public opinion again, and properly break the news."

A reporter whispered.

The other nodded in agreement and quietly shook each other's hands to reach a consensus.

"It's coming!"

"When the new students of the Mo Academy were enrolled, I saw this car in Jiangcheng."

"For the rest of my life."

Soon, one of them's eyes lit up, and the reporters, who were still a little listless, instantly squeezed up like wolves smelling meat.

Long guns and short cannons were raised, and they were aimed at the cars that were rushing in the distance.

And then...

I watched as the car was parked in a parking space at the city gate.

Driver's seat, in the eyes of everyone's expectation.

Xu Yuanqing wore sunglasses and a toothpick in his mouth, got out of the car in a chic manner, looked at many reporters, smiled and waved his hand.

"Damn, it's a teacher."

"Stop shooting, waste film!"

A reporter shouted in a low voice, directly ignoring Xu Yuanqing, staring at the car with his eyes.

...

Xu Yuanqing, who deliberately changed out of his pajamas and took care of his hair for an hour, looked at this scene and was a little lonely.

He waved his hand tiredly.

The doors open.

All eyes on you.

The first thing that catches your eye is not beautiful legs, high heels, but a cane...

Then there is the foot in a plaster cast.

Stepping on the ground, a slender young man wearing a pig's head mask, a tall figure, walked out, the breeze blew through his long flowing hair, and for a while inexplicably with a little dusty temperament.

And then...

'Knock'

Maybe it's because I care too much about temperament and posture, and the leg with the plaster cast falls to the ground first, and I step on it quite hard.

The sound of gasping was very obvious, and he couldn't help jumping up while covering his legs.

Dropped crutches.

The center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground.

Somewhat embarrassed.

The atmosphere of the master's debut created by painstaking efforts disappeared in an instant.

A group of reporters only had time to photograph his cuffs.

The word 'quack' is particularly conspicuous.