"Here's here!"

"There is a team coming out again. There are so many people coming out on the last day, all of which are stuck."

"Hmph, I really don't know what to do when I stay in it for so long? It seems like I can get one more minute by staying for one more minute."

"Yes, in the end, it's not that two or three hundred points, haha."

......

A "buzzing" sound of discussion came from the lobby on the first floor of the crowded gymnasium.

These students all came out of the arsenal.

But they did not leave the gymnasium first. Even though they had experienced 3 to 5 days of tragic arsenal life, unable to eat or sleep well, they still did not want to go back to the hotel to rest, but chose to stay here.

Why?

Because the match scores are changed in real time.

When each team comes out, they will count the loot on the spot and calculate the total score.

There is still half a day before the end of the game, and the three teams ranked sixth, seventh and eighth in total are worried.

While waiting anxiously, the students did nothing else, just gathered information everywhere.

They knew very well that at least three seed teams have not yet come out, and there are still several teams with good strength that have not come out.

When Jiang Xiao's team walked out of the room on the east side of the blocked first floor, the lobby on the first floor suddenly exploded.

Some of the students looked excited, some were full of expectations, and some were nervous and worried.

However, after all, there are only 8 teams entering the rematch. In comparison, most of them are watching the fun and making excitement.

The Chinese people’s habit of watching the fun seems to be unable to change.

"It's over, it's over, you guys, haha, this is the great team of Jiangbin No. 1 Middle School." A male student laughed and looked at the team of the 8th Oil No. 1 Middle School, which is currently ranked eighth.

The two men and women in the team of the 10th Petroleum Middle School were nervous, and seemed to have a hint of fantasy. When they heard the gossip around them, the team members were immediately displeased and retorted: "What are you calling? You're afraid you haven't even got 100 points, right? Are you gloating here?"

"100 points? Haha, yes, I just got 100 points, what's wrong? What's the use of getting 300 points? It's the same as if I got 100 points. I can't enter the rematch and can't get rewards, hahahaha..."

"Shut up! Look for a beating?"

The student of Petroleum No. 1 Middle School was already nervous and was ridiculed and made fun of by such people. He couldn't control his anger and was ready to get started.

"Hey! Calm down!" A boy hurried forward, opened his arms, and pushed the students of Petroleum No. 1 Middle School backwards, "Don't pay attention to these stinky bitches. If you fight here, you will be completely unqualified to participate."

The person from the 10th Oilfield suddenly came to his senses. It was too dangerous and almost caused a disaster.

Even if your team does not enter the rematch in the end, once it starts to play here, it will have a negative impact on the school and itself. Do you still want to represent the school in the subsequent events?

People all over the country are watching, and must not be impulsive.

Four students from No. 10 Middle School calmed down and looked at the person who was fighting in front of them. Then they realized that the person who helped them was actually the same city, the shield warrior from No. 23 Petroleum Middle School.

Petroleum No. 23 Middle School is currently ranked fourth with a total score of 610.

The honor and burden of Beijiang Petroleum City probably fell on them.

"So many people?" Li Wei looked at the crowded hall and walked ahead of the team with a look of alertness.

On earth, fighting is legally responsible.

But in this situation, anyone who dares to touch his spoils will really fight against the other party!

The rematch not only means rewards, but also the qualification to enter the national league.

What's going on with this event organizer?

How to make the scoring venue look like a vegetable market?

"Quiet and quiet! Get out of the way!" Several staff members sat behind the table on the east side of the hall, holding microphones and shouting loudly.

The students gave in to both sides, leaving a road to the score station.

Jiang Xiao's face looked strange and felt like attending a wedding.

Well,

The staff sitting behind the score table looked like the one who wrote the gift account at the wedding, but they just put peanuts, melon seeds and fruit plates on the table.

The students on both sides of the corridor looked like those who came to congratulate the newlyweds.

Although most of their faces were filled with smiles, welcomes, and congratulations on their return safely.

But Jiang Xiao knew that their hearts were very complicated, some were envious, some were jealous, some were full of expectations, some were indignant, and even some were waiting to see jokes...

Isn't this exactly the same as a wedding?

Jiang Xiao slowed down, held Xia Yan's slender hand beside him, and walked forward with great strides.

Xia Yan looked at Jiang Xiao in confusion, thinking that he was going to say something.

But I heard a familiar melody.

A simple sentence made the team members confused.

I only heard Jiang Xiao humming the rhythm of the wedding march: "dǎng~dāng~dāng~dāng~dāng~dāng~"

Xia Yan stopped.

Um?

Why don't you leave?

Jiang Xiao turned to look at Xia Yan,

Yoho? Shy?

It's impossible,

I had told you a long time ago that you wanted to straighten you, but before I could use force, you fell down?

......

While playing, everyone came to the score table and saw a few lines of information on the list:

"The first place is 960 points, Jiacheng No. 1 Middle School."

......

"Tenth place 300 points, ten oil hits."

One of the 10th Oilfield players lamented: "Hey, forget it, don't have any unrealistic fantasies, we can't enter the rematch."

"Don't give up, they don't have any spoils in their hands."

"Haha, have you forgotten the Snow God? That god-level figure with thirty star slots? She has space star skills..."

"It's really enough, grass! There are gold-quality star skills in the Nebula period, and it's still possible to make people live."

"There are several people in this competition that have gold-quality star skills. Damn it, they spend money like soil, and they don't treat money as money at all, and they just pile it up with money."

“Poverty limits my imagination.”

"Poverty also limits my strength."

"This world is unfair! Unfair!"

"Yes! All rich people deserve to die!"

Amid the buzzing discussion, the members of Jiacheng No. 1 Middle School looked nervous. They were not at risk of being eliminated, but they had another kind of nervousness.

The first place in the provincial league, even the first place in the preliminary round, is enough to give the principal a face! What a great honor?

Regardless of the final ranking and what kind of rewards they will receive, if they can win first place in the preliminary round, will the rewards be less after returning to school?

"Don't worry, Xiaowu, we encountered a racial war. We only got 960 points by such a big chance. They didn't have any racing points, so they would not pose any threat to us." A girl with short hair with ears spoke.

The male student, known as "Xiaowu", rubbed his hands nervously, but the next moment, he heard bursts of exclamations.

Han Jiangxue waved her hand casually, and the space beside her overlapped layer by layer.

Gold products * broken empty!

Space star skills, even if you look at the whole of China, are rare among the rare ones. Today, this group of children who have not graduated have finally seen it up close!

What surprised the students even more was that Li Yiu took out bundles of yellow weapons from that space.

"Gudu." Xiao Wu swallowed and counted the number of yellow weapons frantically.

The short-haired girl also had a stiff face. After a few dozen seconds, she said, "It's okay, there are only more than 60 weapons, only 600 minutes..."

"ah!"

"Oh my god!"

"I...grass!"

Amid the shocking and sighing sounds and the "crashing" sounds, the short-haired girl stopped talking.

In front of the scoring table, Xia Yan grabbed the bottom of the marching bag, shaking up and down, and medals spilled out one after another.

There are at least thirty or forty pieces!
To be continued...