Although the Luo Yagang Competition is a world-class juvenile dragon training competition. But apart from the outstanding content of the event, other aspects are no different from most celebrations.
In the crowded auditorium, there are various stalls offering snacks, as well as hawkers selling things related to how to train dragons in various colleges.
When the competition is at its peak, the audience needs to relax their minds, so naturally they have a demand for snacks and commentary souvenirs around them.
A world-class event that will last for less than half a month, no one knows whether all the contestants can gain something from the competition. But those vendors who do small businesses in the spectator stands will definitely make a lot of money.
As contestants, students from prestigious schools are also spectators of the competition. Although they have their own specific positions to separate them from ordinary spectators, they are inevitably also moved by the various snacks.
When the competition on the field is really exciting, it is even more difficult to choose between watching the game and buying snacks.
"Julian, don't you watch the game?"
The senior students of the Dragon Academy sitting in the spectator seats were staring at the players flying around on the field with great interest. After seeing Julian who didn't seem to pay much attention to the game from the corner of his eye, he subconsciously wanted Julian to help them buy some snacks.
"What catches your eyes?"
Sure enough, Julian didn't have much interest in the Luo Yagang competition.
The students who were sitting with him who didn't want to leave their seats couldn't help but turn their faces when they heard Julian say that, looking at Julian expectantly.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Could you please bring me some snacks, if possible? All I want is a box of buttered potatoes and papaya ice cream."
"And me! A box of fried chicken wings and sea salt ice cream."
"Can you buy me one too?"
Looking at the students who raised their hands enthusiastically, Julian frowned slightly.
"What do you want again?"
“Large orange soda and charred marshmallows!”
"So are the few of us!"
The lower-grade students who followed the trend and wanted Julian to bring snacks, all shrank their heads obediently when Julian glanced at them, and prayed in a low voice.
"We just want orange soda, sir."
Obviously, the nearest small shop can come back only ten minutes after leaving the seat, but the students who never dared to speak to Julian easily, in order not to miss the wonderful game, even had the courage to ask Julian to buy them snacks.
"It's just to leave for a while. Is there anything worth watching?"
Although Julian agreed to everyone's request for help, he didn't quite understand why it was necessary to take Luo Yagang's junior rematch so seriously.
Could it be that when they were in the Dragon Academy, they hadn't seen a matchup that was much more exciting than Luo Yagang's junior rematch
With this confusion, Julian left the viewing area of the Dragon Academy alone, and walked towards the nearest snack stand.
"Boss, three servings of buttered potatoes, three servings of charred marshmallows, fried chicken wings, three servings of papaya ice cream and three servings of sea salt ice cream.
Oh, boss, how much orange soda do you have here? "
Julian was wearing the uniform of the Dragon Academy, with long white hair draped behind his back, and his brows and eyes had an inviolable arrogance when he was expressionless.
The owner of the stall looked up, and he stopped when he was busy loading snacks for other children.
"Honey, can you see how much orange soda we have left?"
A woman bent over to sort out the goods heard her husband's words, and quickly went to count the remaining orange soda.
"Not much, the orange soda is bought too fast, there are only eleven bottles left."
"Then I want it all."
A few children crowded beside the stall and wanted to buy orange soda with the boss, but the bright-minded Julian directly took the conversation away.
"Okay! This young master!"
The boss's business was patronized, so he happily agreed immediately. But a few children who still had money in their hands and couldn't spend it all lowered their faces and puffed up their mouths when the orange soda was sold out again.
"Woo~ It's sold out again. I've already made several trips."
"Why are they selling so fast~"
"Of course it's all because of Brother Xiao Mo from Tianjin Academy? Black plum soda sold super fast before."
"That's right, the Mysterious Quasi-Knight is too strong. We all guessed that he will be the champion of this year's competition."
"That's for sure! My dad has placed more than a dozen bets on the Mysterious Quasi-Knight to win."
"Wow! A dozen or so bets are too powerful. I unwrapped a lot of snacks and didn't get the color of the mysterious quasi-knight. I want to bet on the mysterious quasi-knight too?"
"That can't be helped. After all, this kind of thing sometimes depends on luck."
Listening to the children's words, Julian looked at the orange soda brought out by the boss, but the hand that took out the money hesitated.
"Buy snacks for the game, and can you bet on the contestants?"
"Yes? Doesn't the young master know?"
Julian really didn't know, he didn't eat snacks while watching the game. After all, it is very important for the students of Dragon Academy to maintain a good image in such a crowded place.
"Can every player bet? What are the rules?"
Julian had never been interested in eating snacks and voting bets, and always felt that it was too naive. But I was asked by other students to buy snacks, and I happened to hear the conversation of a few children, knowing that buying snacks can also vote for betting.
Momo felt that even if it was a bet, they should be betting on their Dragon Academy. How could they give Xiao Mo and Xuan Qi such rivals in the arena a boost
Julian listened to the boss's general introduction to the betting rules for Luo Yagang players, and began to look at the two rows of orange soda in front of him, which became more and more unpleasant.
"So if you buy an orange soda, it is very likely that you will get a ticket to support the Tianjin Academy players?"
The boss smiled and nodded and explained, "Basically, 90% of the snacks corresponding to the colors of the colleges will get the betting tickets of that college."
"I see."
"Then let me pack the orange soda for you?" The boss graciously packed the other snacks that Julian wanted.
But Julian looked at the shelf behind the boss, but looked at the children next to him who were still pouting.
"Do you still want orange soda?"
Upon hearing this, the children all lit up their eyes and looked at Julian expectantly.
"Of course I want it!"
"Okay then, these orange sodas are yours."
"Then you, young master?..." The boss looked at the cheering children and then at Julian with a stern expression, wondering what he was going to do.
"I want all the coconut milk and milk, as well as the original ice cream, and I don't need to change the money."
Seeing a lot of jingling gold coins falling into the cup, not only a few excited children were dumbfounded, but even the boss standing behind the booth became stunned.
"Rich people." Both the child and the boss couldn't help thinking in their hearts.
The boss finally came back to his senses, and packed snacks for Julian with a smile on his face.
Not long after the boss finished packing all the snacks, an unprecedented roar of a dragon suddenly erupted in the Luo Yagang arena.
With this roar, the cold air blasted all the people watching the match.
Before Julian had time to reach out to hug the snacks he bought, he turned around and saw ice crystals all over the sky like rain, covering the stadium.
Several children immediately hid behind the snack stand because of the strong impact, and even the stall owner subconsciously covered his face with his hands when the ice shards flew towards him.
Julian's hair and uniform fluttered and fluttered. He heard the exclamation of the audience around him, and he didn't dodge it. Instead, he looked straight at the field, the black man who had started the game at some point. Card.
Julian looked at the shadow flying rapidly in the diamond rain all over the sky without blinking.
If Julian is not a good enough dragon trainer, if Julian has never seen the black card competition, if Xueyueqiu is not as powerful and rare as Silver Qi...
Now, Julian will not stare at the scene on the field that stunned everyone like those classmates who hold their positions and don't want to leave for a moment.
Xueyueqiu, whose body is longer than the silver Qi, shines with an elegant moon white that is as elegant as the color that meets the sea and sky.
Its wings are always so cold and beautiful when it is stretched out.
A noble dragon that should always be on top, the owner who can control it is also a leader in the world's top universities.
But the audience who have been in the cloud all the time, making people want to combine reality even when Xiao thinks it fails, most of them feel like they have fallen into hallucinations at this moment. And it's still an incomparably realistic illusion.
Xue Yueqiu screamed and was chased and beaten by a not-so-mighty milk dragon.
The speed of the milk tank made many people who once lamented that Xuan Qi was the top speed in the Luo Yagang competition began to question their own judgment.
Xue Yueqiu tried her best to fight back and dodge in front of the crazy milk pot, but the milk pot didn't give Xue Yueqiu any chance to make a big move.
After no longer focusing on the goal of finding the flag for the game itself, Heika tried his best to influence the movement of the milk tank when the milk tank launched a fatal attack.
The uniform robe on Langyue's body has been torn into many damages by the sharp minions of the careless milk tank.
Even Langyue's arms and face were inadvertently scratched.
Ever since she was a child, Lang Yue has never been hunted down so embarrassingly, even if she was doing extreme exercises with her elders at home.
When I was hit by the sound wave of the milk can several times, and there was no way to avoid it. Lang Yue began to doubt her ability to duel with others.
"Milk jug!"
Lang Yue frantically grabbed Xue Yueqiu's reins and hid behind a large rock. However, Xue Yueqiu, whose body was so long that she was injured by a milk pot before, was able to dodge even in simple dodging movements. Hit the rocks.
Seeing Xue Yueqiu being scratched by the milk pot, Heika moved slowly. He stretched the wound and pulled the milk pot with all his strength, finally making the milk pot's attack deviate from the track.
Langyue listened to the sound of rocks exploding in her ears, as well as the painful wailing of her own dragon. Finally, I realized how much I had been pressing on the black card before.