After teasing Xiao Bai for a while, Ye Xiyue raised her eyes and saw Ye Longcheng still standing on the stage, and blinked:
"Master Ye, the competition is over. Now you can go back to recuperate."
The implication is - why are you still standing here dumbfounded?
Ye Longcheng held a breath in his chest, unable to move up or down, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and his pale face was faintly green.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something:
"you......"
"Longcheng."
Elder Mo Sang interrupted him with a cold tone.
This is already the case. If you don’t come back as soon as possible, why are you still on stage?
Do you think it’s not embarrassing enough!?
Ye Longcheng subconsciously turned around, saw his master's face, couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly fell silent.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and walked away feeling aggrieved and angry.
He came to Elder Mo Sang with some staggering steps, felt the cold aura emanating from the latter's body, and lowered his head lower.
"...Master, my disciple is incompetent..."
Elder Mo Sang glanced at him and finally suppressed his anger:
"Go back!"
Getting angry now will only make others laugh!
Ye Longcheng responded in a low voice.
He is the last one at Xuanbing Academy.
Now that he has lost, it is already destined that Xuanbing Academy will come in last in this elite meeting.
Not to mention, he lost this game in a really embarrassing way.
Who can be happy?
...
Here, Ye Xiyue turned around and looked at Qianfeng Academy.
Mu Lingzhi didn't speak again, because the two people for the last game had been automatically created.
Song Yihan raised his head and looked into Ye Xiyue's eyes.
Then, a smile appeared on his delicate, yet somewhat youthful face.
"Miss Ye is really amazing. She was able to win two games in a row and reach the final game. It's really admirable."
Ye Xiyue also laughed.
She was born with an unparalleled beauty, and her smile and relaxed brows made her even more charming.
However, what she said was full of edge:
"Really? Then I don't mind letting you admire me even more."
The smile on Song Yihan's face froze.
Ye Xiyue's words couldn't be more clear - she will definitely win this battle!
What a loud tone!
Song Yihan admitted that Ye Xiyue was indeed powerful, and if the two of them fought against each other in their prime, he might not be able to handle her.
But what is the situation now?
Ye Xiyue fought two battles in succession and was injured. Even though she had tried so hard to buy herself time to recover and recuperate, it was obviously still not enough.
He is not comparable to that useless thing in Ye Longcheng.
Song Yihan thought like this in his heart, his expression returned to normal, and his smile even deepened:
"Really? Then I would like to ask for advice on how awesome Miss Ye is."
As he spoke, he raised his feet and walked forward.
When passing by Qiao Qiaoqing, a very low voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Concentrate your strength and attack her ankles."
Song Yihan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Qiao Qiaoqing.
Qiao Qiaoqing, however, had his hands behind his back and his expression was as normal, as if the words just now did not come from his mouth.
Apart from the two of them, no one else should have heard this...
Although Song Yihan was a little puzzled, he calmly withdrew his gaze.
The vice-dean must have a reason for saying this. He will just look for an opportunity to take action when the time comes.