Konoha July 5th, 60th, night.
Konoha Casino has stopped receiving bets half an hour ago, and Masahiko is conducting the last check.
Turning over the ledger, Masahiko was startled immediately.
"The total amount is more than 1,930 million?! Didn't it reach 1.5 billion yesterday? Even if it's the last day, there shouldn't be so much, right?"
The casino owner stood aside respectfully, wiping the sweat on his forehead: "Today, the Lord Sanninjiri is here, and one person bet close to 200 million taels. That's why there are so many."
Masahiko was stunned, and he was slightly exposed: "Jilaiya, this bastard is really rich!"
Jiraiya's current identity is Konoha's "Information Ninja". Collecting materials all the year round, and sending messages to Konoha Village on big things and small things, you will get a reward. What's more, he is also a writer and a best-selling author. In the Hokage world without internet, intimacy paradise can indeed be called a god for some people.
Masahiko heard that Jilai is also writing a sequel, which seems to be called a violent heaven. It was the inspiration for the little hydrangea girl in the Land of Rain a few years ago when she was bound to play... Just think about it.
"Cough." Masahiko coughed lightly, twisting his thinking: "Knowing that he is rich, but he didn't expect to be so rich. Is it 200 million for a casual bet? This net worth is at least 500 million."
After pondering for a moment, Masahiko smiled again, 500 million looks like a lot, but I'm afraid it won't be enough for Tsunade to lose in half a year...
"Who is he betting on?"
"Half bet on Uzumaki Naruto to win the championship, and the other half bet on several top eight candidates with high odds."
Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief, so he can rest assured. Naruto's psychic practice these days is very successful, he can already summon Wentai stably, and Jilai probably feels that Naruto is stable.
But he is still too young.
Naruto is called a psychic, and he is called a pet every day. Wen is too fat enough for the cat to hold his claws, how can Naruto call out the toad balls
"Stay steady, this wave of ancestors must send it, definitely!" Masahiko murmured, looking at the casino owner next to him: "Relax, ancestors eat meat, and will leave you some soup... a bowl."
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The next day, early morning.
Masahiko led the three of Junmaro, accompanied the Kusina family to Konoha Stadium.
The huge stadium was half full, and civilians and ninjas continued to enter it. According to Dai Tu, the originally estimated two thousand tickets were not enough. He sold another two thousand, so the venue would be slightly crowded.
But these don't worry Masahiko. There are a total of 32 rows of seats in the stadium. The first and last rows are not for sale. They are reserved for people with special identities-such as Masahiko.
"Kushina, shall we sit in the first row or the last row?" Masahiko shouted loudly as the venue was noisy.
Kushina hesitated slightly, and the "contestant" Naruto beside him couldn't wait to say: "Hey! Go to the first row!"
Naruto was not nervous at all, and wanted Masahiko and others to watch him play up close.
Since Naruto asked so, everyone did not refuse, all the way forward, sitting in the first row of the stadium, chatting and waiting for the start of the exam.
Masahiko hugged Xiaoyuexia on her lap, and squeezed her cheeks with his big hands: "Yuexia, how have you been practicing with Dad recently?"
"Old ancestors, don't pinch my face!" Yue Xia struggled with dissatisfaction: "Yue Xia is a genius, and my dad said I will catch up with my brother soon!"
Masahiko smiled and let go, while Xianglin and Bai stretched out their hands at the same time, and once again pinched Yuexia's baby fat face one by one... The hand feels really good and it's addictive.
Yuexia was very angry. She fumbled and took out a pair of gloves. After putting them on, she threatened angrily: "Pinch my face again and hit you!"
Masahiko suddenly wanted to roll his eyes, but unfortunately his eyes have not been warmed yet...
At this moment, Masahiko looked back suddenly if he noticed it, and saw Taito Rizhan and three Konoha village elders (Sakumao, Ropeshu, and Niszu) accompanied by the "Four Generations Kazekage" walking in and sitting In the last row.
"Dashewan is really here. The snake gall is really big, and the few people next to you can beat you into a dead snake." Masahiko murmured, and at the same time subconsciously put his hand on Yuexia's face, kneading stand up.
Yuexia looked helpless, and lay her small body in Masahiko's arms.
As time passed, the stadium was gradually filled with people, but the noise became quieter.
Because the countdown on the big screen directly in front of Masahiko has only two minutes left. After two minutes, the first match will start, and the two players will randomly draw on the big screen.
"Grandpa, don't you think there is something missing?" Kushina said suddenly.
Before Masahiko could react, Water Gate shook his head and said, "It's a protective barrier. There shouldn't be that thing. The venue is too big and it is very troublesome to arrange. It is probably because I want to use manpower to protect the audience behind him. Xi On the first row on the side are Kakashi and their guide Shangnin, on the first row on the east side are Itachi and Yunchu, and here are us."
Masahiko froze for a moment, and looked around. It was really like this: "The kid with soil has learned how to be a chicken thief... Watergate, leave it to you!"
"Old ancestor, big lazy pig."
Masahiko squeezed Zhongyue Xia's face again: "From now on, you will understand that there are always a few days a month for adults to be too lazy to move."
Jiuxina: "..."
While chatting here, the stadium suddenly became silent, and the big screen had already begun to roll. When the scrolling stops, there will be a loud voice in an instant!
Masahiko smiled: "Yuexia, do you recognize those words on the screen?"
"Everyday VS Temari. Right? Old ancestor!" Yuexia turned her head.
"Really smart!" Masahiko used his head to kill, in exchange for a full of disgusting eyes...
There were no extra words. Tian and Temari stood in the center of the field that day. After Shiranui Genma, who was the referee, raised and lowered his arms, the opening matchup of the first round of the third game of Chunnin exams began.
He didn't bring a fat cat every day, but made full use of the'rich second-generation advantage'. Ninjas of various sizes were thrown at Temari's face without money.
In the face of Tiantian, who is optimistic about winning the championship, Temari is very cautious, constantly defending against temptation, and the fan is rolled up by the hurricane, but Tiantian is dexterously avoided.
However, every day's ninja was blown away by her, and the scene froze for a while.
Masahiko could hear many people sighing regretful behind him, and many ninjas who did not bet on Tian Tian were interested in the various types of ninjas she used...
"Fat cat's idea, use this opportunity to promote the ninja at home, no one else." Masahiko helped his forehead helplessly.
I showed off all kinds of ninjas every day, but couldn't solve the Temari. After hesitating for a while, her small face quickly dyed red, her body was slightly hooked, her hands were claws, and she was placed on her chest...
Masahiko laughed: "It's over."
When Temari saw Tiantian's'change of moves' in the field, he was immediately on guard, but Tiantian's figure still disappeared without a trace in an instant.
In the next second, Temari felt his shoulders sink. Tiantian unknowingly rides on her shoulders, her feet|crossed on her chest. There was something sharp against her neck, like nails... Her body immediately stiffened.
"Okay, so fast!"
The stadium was quiet for a moment, and there was a loud voice again, and Shangren exclaimed that he hadn't seen the trajectory of the day.
Masahiko turned his head with a smile, looked at the water gate, and lightly nodded.
Water Gate immediately smiled like a sun.
Jiu Xinnai looked surprised: "This little girl is actually gifted with space sometimes?"
"The first game, winner, every day!"
Shiranui Genma's voice spread throughout the stadium, representing the third Zhongnin exam, which had a perfect opening!
Still two sheep. Lessons learned that, as a handicapped party, and a salted fish author of Cavin from time to time, I must have such a thing as a preserved manuscript. Cough!