"I never make special elf food for others. You are the first batch." Xia Mo always spoke in the same tone and had the same expression on his face. What he meant by saying this was to express that he did not rely on this to make money.

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Wen Luo was drunk. He really wanted to ask Xia Mo why he didn't rely on his professional ability to make money. After all, with a second-level license, he could make tens of thousands just by accepting orders in a month, right?

With such a good talent, he could have relied on his abilities to make a lot of money while still in high school, and provide the elves with the best training resources.

I don’t know what Xia Mo thinks, it’s such a pity.

But Xia Mo hadn't said another word so far. Wen Luo shook his head helplessly and mentally muttered: "This boring gourd."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

After reaching the fork in the road, the two of them went their separate ways.

the next day.

Wen Luo had already asked for leave from the school, and went with Wu Zhenzhen to the draw location of the League Management Association in the war zone of Zhoufu City.

This location is in the No. 1 Middle School, a key high school in Zhoufu City.

That is, the school where Ye Zhiqiu, one of the team members of the Wenluo Trainers Association, works.

No. 11 Middle School is particularly lively today. Even though it is class time, there are still many people in the school on the playground. These people are all coaches from various schools and captains of their school teams from Zhoufu City.

The captain of each school's team basically represents the top strength of the school, so the people gathered here today are not weak in strength. It can be regarded as a day where experts gather.

The students sitting by the windows of No. 1 Middle School were not in the mood for class, and looked at the people passing by outside from time to time.

"Hey, hey, hey, look! Look! It's Junsha Wenluo from No. 3 Middle School!" A male classmate in a certain class said cautiously.

His classmates, as well as the classmates at the front and back tables, also looked outside curiously, wanting to get a closer look at Wen Luo's true appearance. These students soon became excited and secretly chatted during class time.

"This Junsha Wenluo is the champion of our Zhoufu City Newcomer Competition this year. It is said that her current strength has reached the level of Black Iron Level 2, which is the same level as the geniuses of our school, Ye Zhiqiu and Chen He."

"Hum, I've heard about it too, so I say, this champion is the champion!"

"But even if Junsha Wenluo is the champion of the rookie competition, their No. 3 Middle School can't compare with the strength of our No. 1 Middle School."

"Don't underestimate their No. 3 Middle School. Don't they have Liu Yuhan in the No. 3 Middle School? In the rookie competition, there are two semi-finalists. This kind of strength is not weak. They can compete with our No. 1 Middle School."

"Haha, are you worthy of a fight? What are you saying? You overestimate them, right? Yes, Junsha Wenluo and Liu Yuhan from No. 3 Middle School are both very powerful, but what about the others? There are some very powerful people.

How many? Have you never heard of them? And I heard from the main team members of our No. 1 Middle School that the current Black Iron-level trainers in their No. 3 Middle School are Junsha Wenluo and Liu Yuhan."

"How can the level of other main players compare with our No.1 Middle School?"

"Yes, our No. 1 Middle School is still very good."

Several students looked at Wen Luo and Wu Zhenzhen walking past the window. They chatted more enthusiastically, louder, and more excited, so they were directly discovered by the teacher who was in class.

Snap! A sound.

The teacher took the long straight and slapped it hard on the table. The sound was so loud that several classmates who were talking nonsense were startled and they quickly sat down without daring to talk any more.

"Concentrate on class and just look out the window and copy the Chinese textbook a hundred times for punishment!!"

"Fuck, a hundred times, it's so cruel!!"

Not only in this classroom, but also in the No. 1 Middle School classroom, many students are talking about these things.

Until half an hour later, the number of mainland people in the school gradually decreased, because they were all gathered indoors at this time.

The Landlord Friendship of No. 1 Middle School was inviting the representatives of each school team to take their seats. In less than ten minutes, almost all the representatives from hundreds of high schools in Zhoufu City had arrived.

"Wen Luo, in this year's high school league, you have to work hard and break out of the Zhoufu City war zone together." Ye Zhiqiu took the initiative to find his good friend Wen Luo and started chatting.

"Yes, I hope you won't become our opponent before the Zhoufu City Theater advances." Wen Luo smiled and said seriously.

He really doesn't want to meet the No. 1 Middle School in Zhoufu City, which is recognized as the strongest, because with the current overall strength of the No. 3 Middle School, the probability of beating Ye Zhiqiu and the others is very low.

Wen Luo wasn't sure he could win in the third round, and he wasn't sure he could beat Ye Zhiqiu either, even though they were familiar with each other.

But Wen Luo has never competed with Ye Zhiqiu, and it's even harder to say that after his Ghost evolved into Ghost Stone, his strength in all aspects improved.

Therefore, Wen Luo has never looked down upon Ye Zhiqiu.

However, given enough time, Wenluo is still confident to lead the No. 3 Middle School to defeat the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

The high school league is not as good as the Rookie Competition. It is absolutely fair and impartial. It will not be like the Rookie Competition, where in order to make the game more exciting, they will deliberately separate the powerful players in order to make the game more exciting. This will not lead to a strong duel in the early stage.

Therefore, whether you can match the first one really depends on your luck.

"I don't want to compete with you so soon, but if we really encounter you, I won't show mercy." Ye Zhiqiu said.

"Haha, the same thing."

"Okay, you sit down first, I'm going over." Ye Zhiqiu moved his arms slightly and left.

Ye Zhiqiu drove away, Joyner came again, and he sat directly next to Wen Luo.

"Hey, why didn't you come to me?" Joyner pouted a little angrily.

"Well, when I first came in, I looked for you, but I didn't see where you were." Wen Luo explained.

"I'll just sit there!"

"Oh, that's right, I didn't notice it." Wen Luo shook his head and said, "How is your school team doing lately?"

"Not very good." Speaking of this, Joyner was a little frustrated. Even if her team members were not strong enough and they had no ambition, it was basically impossible to qualify.

Wen Luo tried his best to say some interesting things to make her happy, and Joyner returned to her seat with satisfaction.

Wu Zhenzhen sat next to her, looking at Wen Luo with profound eyes. As a woman, Wu Zhenzhen could easily tell what Joyner was thinking about Wen Luo.

He smiled knowingly and said nothing.

Soon, in just a moment, it was time to draw lots for this year’s high school league, Zhoufu City Battle Zone.

A total of more than 130 high school representatives from Fuzhou City, city districts, counties, county-level cities and other regions attended and took turns to draw lots in order.

After the group drawing is over, the teams will be sorted according to the group and number on the lot, and the competition situation of this high school league in the Zhoufu City War Zone.
Chapter completed!