After rounds of intense matches, the Group D match finally came.

"Please get ready for all the players in Group D. Please get ready for all the players in Group D." Announcements kept ringing from the loudspeaker, because there were 8 players in each group, and one was still missing.

In the rest area, Ling Muhan leaned lazily on the sofa. His butler brought him water, "Master Ling, Master Di has not shown up yet."

Ling Muhan didn't look very happy, "Then it means giving up? Victory without force, ha..."

The butler said cautiously: "No matter what happens, Young Master Ling will win."

Ling Mu smiled coldly, opened the bottle cap and took a sip of water, and said quietly: "Then, it makes no sense for me to invite so many media."

He looked at the end of the auditorium again, where the seat just now was empty.

Oh, has she given up too?

Young Emperor Huangfu, you lose.

"Young Master Ling, look!" The steward suddenly pointed to the playing field in surprise, as if he had seen something surprising.

Ling Muhan looked in the direction he pointed and saw a petite figure wearing a red player uniform suddenly appeared in the huge competition field. She had the number '7' pinned on her back, which was the number of Young Emperor Huangfu.

Ling Muhan immediately stood up, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the figure.

"Little girl, what are you doing here? Come down quickly, there is a competition here." The referee frowned and drove away.

"I'm wearing a contestant uniform, I'm just here to compete." Her voice was nice, and her eyes were crooked when she smiled, which was really pretty.

In fact, she was extremely nervous, but she couldn't show it. If you lose, you won't lose!

Ling Muhan stared at the back figure with a complicated expression.

"Good on you Yin Xiaoran!!" Although the list of players has not been announced, everyone knows that No. 7 in Group D is Young Emperor Huangfu, but now that she wears the number '7', is she trying to replace Young Emperor Huangfu?

The loser is Yin Xiaoran, not Young Emperor Huangfu. Is this her purpose?

She may not even be able to hold a gun, but she still shoots?

She would rather let herself be laughed at by everyone than let Young Emperor Huangfu become the loser, right?!

Hey, Yin Xiaoran, are you protecting him like this?

"You..." The referee was helpless. With so many people watching, including media reporters, he could only whisper to Yin Xiaoran: "Little girl, get down quickly, you can't even hold a gun!"

Judging from her thin arms and legs, it would be best if she didn't get hurt by the gunshot.

"Uh... no!! Uncle referee, haven't you been calling player No. 7? I'm here now and can compete!!" Yin Xiaoran shook his head stubbornly, his eyes firm.

"But..." The referee frowned, not knowing how to deal with it.

While he was distracted, Yin Xiaoran had already bypassed him and successfully entered the competition field.

Everyone was in an uproar. How could it be Yin Xiaoran!?

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Chapter completed!