Until he put down the terminal, Mo Si couldn't get out of that atmosphere.
He felt very ill.
Harmful.
Every time at this time, she would tease him unscrupulously, but when it came to a critical moment, if he wanted to be teased, she would just refuse.
There is a complaining os in his heart, but there is indeed a very, very sweet smile on his face.
Habitually, he took out the photo from his bag, and Mo Si stroked it lightly. It's really bad. Originally, 11 was about to live in a world of two.
After thinking about it, he immediately sent Qiu Dao a message.
"What's the matter, General?"
"Ah?" Qiu Dao was surprised, "Is that a competition?"
"You mean you're going to be a judge on the spot?" He felt a little dreamy, and the admiral had never been involved in this before.
Not to mention the fact that he had turned it down before.
"Okay, I'll go and arrange it right away, the one on the 11th? Hmm."
After hanging up the newsletter, Qiu Dao felt a little inexplicable, but he quickly contacted the organizer.
If the boss wants to come, the organizer will naturally not refuse, and immediately agreed to let Mo Si come over, and will definitely arrange for the general to be the chief.
After everything was arranged properly, Qiu Dao sent the schedule to Mo Si.
In the blink of an eye, the boss immediately added a line on the ticket sales page, "Admiral Mosi, the man of the empire, has also been invited to be our on-site judge"~
So in the next 2 hours, on-site tickets such as infield tickets, outfield tickets, and standing tickets were quickly robbed. Not only that, after the on-site tickets were gone, the online tickets were also quickly robbed.
It is enough to see the great influence of the word Mosi on the interstellar people.
After Qiuqiu's roommate heard the news, they quickly posted a screenshot in the dormitory group.
Mengchun: [Good sale! Take advantage!]
[Idols go too!]
[The ticket has been returned!]
Several people took turns to talk, but they didn't know how Mo Si would be successful in this competition.
Qiuqiu hides her achievements and fame deeply, hides in the group chat, and doesn't speak.
December 11th was a fine day.
There is no primary school, so the open-air square is well lit, not too cold, with warm sunshine. Qiuqiu, Tingting, Michelle and Meng Chun are all wearing their own clothes and walking through the venue.
The spectators come first, because all those who come to see this are mecha soldiers.
No matter which school, mech individual soldiers are trained according to the standard of 'soldiers'. Everyone is very punctual and comes in before the opening.
At 8:30, the competition started and the judges began to enter the arena one by one.
Mo Si arrived at the finale. When he came in, there was no host in the venue, but he remembered the overwhelming applause.
From a distance, Qiuqiu couldn't see his facial features, except for a vague outline. Qiuqiu only saw him raise his hand as a military salute, and then sat down.
The four seats were silent, and it happened to be the right time. The host came to the stage, and the screen of the huge venue slowly lit up, showing the appearance of watching the center of the 'island' on the field.
The six judges were also watching the floating screen. They were surrounded by the screen, and the host stood in the center. Because it was a military program, the photogenic people they found were quite decent.
It is worth mentioning that Qiu Dao, as Mo Si's adjutant, also accepted the invitation alone, and he sat opposite Mo Si.
Just like the thousands of previous shows, when the time came, the show started. In the valley over there, the teams had already started to reorganize and prepare for the competition. Here, the banner was opened, and the judges were introduced while the topic was being drawn over there.