"It's the colorful fairy fighting the scorpion monster, and the part that healed after being poisoned?"

Xu Yuanqing's eyes lit up and he suddenly came over with anticipation.

Zhao Zicheng smiled mysteriously and nodded.

Unfathomable.

Xu Yuanqing suddenly became excited: "Show me, let me see."

"You drive to Mocheng."

"I'll give it to you."

Zhao Zicheng shook his phone, opened a file video, and swayed past Xu Yuanqing.

But Xu Yuanqing's face turned flushed.

"OK!"

"Go, get in the car, set out, and go to Mocheng!"

For a moment, full of motivation.

Xu Yuanqing sat decisively in the driver's seat, and the engine roared.

Zhao Zicheng leisurely climbed to the back seat, fell down, put the crutch on his chest, and closed his eyes with pleasure: "Sure enough, this position is comfortable."

The three-person team of the Mo Academy set sail again and set sail.

"Do they...like watching the colorful fairies?"

Yu Sheng sat in the passenger seat, murmured and took out his cell phone, searched for the colorful fairy, opened the first episode, and watched it carefully for a minute.

Turn off.

Doubt about life.

What is this?

"Maybe I am not perverted enough to be incompatible with the world..."

The sound that seemed to be talking to oneself for the rest of my life kept echoing in the car.

Xu Yuanqing and Zhao Zicheng's two big men's faces turned red in an instant and they didn't say a word.

One was driving attentively, the other seemed to be asleep.

...

"Old Sun, this class of freshmen in Mo College is seriously injured."

“Is it necessary to postpone the freshman competition?”

The middle-aged secretary knocked on the door and walked into Sun Yingxiong's office and asked.

Sun Yingxiong casually placed the documents in his hand on the table, wondering: "Why should I postpone it?"

"Does the students of the entire human race wait for them to make a brilliant appearance?"

"The location of the Mekong Academy in recent years is too high."

"If they continue to develop like this, their approach will become more and more extreme, which is not good."

"Occasional failure will inspire fighting spirit and burst out with greater energy."

He leaned on the chair tiredly, closed his eyes and said softly.

The middle-aged secretary hesitated for a moment: "But Sun Wen is also in Mo Academy..."

"so what?"

"Make a privilege for him?"

"Tell the whole human race that my grandson, Sun Yingxiong's status is different from that of others?"

"Doesn't the credibility that Moge has worked hard to shape in my hands?"

"My grandson is a grandson, isn't the grandson of others..."

"The rules remain unchanged during the game."

"That's it."

Sun Yingxiong sighed lightly and waved his hand.

The middle-aged secretary glanced at Sun Yingxiong with a complicated expression, finally nodded slightly and walked out the door.

"Is Sun Wen... seriously injured?"

Sun Yingxiong had opened his eyes at some time, hesitated, and there was still a hint of care in his eyes. In the end, he couldn't help but ask.

"It takes a month to recuperate."

"But this time, he did a good job."

"Human blood."

The secretary paused and said without hesitation.

Seeing that Sun Yingxiong had no intention of asking questions again, he retreated and gently closed the door.

In the empty room, Sun Yingxiong leaned against a chair, looked at the ceiling, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Some pride.

It's like an ordinary old man, the pride of watching his grandson become successful.

At this moment, he is not Sun Yingxiong of the human race.

But Sun Wen's grandfather.

"It's worthy of being my grandson..."

"Ha ha..."

I was so stupid that I was so happy that I cleared my throat, raised my face again, returned to my seriousness, and answered the phone: "I am Sun Yingxiong."

"Have the fish been put back?"

"Well, I'll follow me. Taking this opportunity, I must clean up the cult nationwide!"

"They've been dancing so happily lately."

"All the senior executives, kill them on the spot!"

"Also, the one who hurt my grandson, scan the bones according to the surveillance screen and put them in the database."

"Take it out for me!"

"Damn it, I dare to hit my grandson."

"Kill him!"

"I dare not use my power for personal gain, but I can't take advantage of the opportunity to clean up the cult and avenge my grandson. Then I'll live in vain!"

Sun Yingxiong's voice was filled with cold murderous aura.

Hang up the phone.

The kind old man just now seemed like an elderly god of killing at this moment, with cold eyes and terrifying.

...

Soon, details about this year's competition were released on the official website of Moge.

First of all, a large-scale knockout match.

After all, there are too many students participating in the competition.

There is no detailed explanation of the knockout system, but according to the past situation, it is likely to be a secret melee.

After eliminating 70% of the people, the ring will be promoted.

The quarterfinals, the semi-finals, the first, second and third place will receive corresponding resource rewards.

Finally, a team battle between universities will be held.

Test the tacit understanding between the teams.

This is the selection of places among the colleges.

It is said that in order to grab the quota for this team competition, other universities have been beaten into dogs in the more than a month after enrollment.

Fighting is constantly happening every day.

As for the Mo Academy... it has been considered that this enrollment is very successful.

All scores will be converted into points and included in the total list of each student.

Of course, you can only get points after the quarterfinals after the individual competition, so as to avoid some colleges and universities taking advantage of the large number of people, exploiting loopholes and winning points.

After the announcement of this not particularly novel competition process, the entire network quickly paid attention to another key point of issue.

Moge really didn't change the competition time.
To be continued...