The next day, on the field, the competition reached a fever pitch.
The Shadow Leopard of the Summoning Academy was ignited, roaring and strangled in the same place as the various destructive movements of the Transformation Academy.
The atmosphere of the entire stadium has reached its peak, and the audience is cheering the players' names with enthusiasm.
Compared to the inhumane and shameless first game, the subsequent games simply regained the students' confidence in football.
The teamwork, offense and defense are all remarkable, and the power of the music and ether is the finishing touch, greatly improving the visibility of the game.
The outcome and the advantages of both sides have become ambiguous and disparate. No matter how great the advantage is, if you are not careful, you will be overturned by your opponent.
In just half an hour, all the players on the field exhausted all their energy. In the end, they were almost carried off the field by the chanting musicians for emergency treatment.
On the field, the victorious Glenn wiped the sweat from his forehead and enjoyed the cheers of victory with satisfaction.
Even Yegor's gloomy face for the past few days relaxed a little, became satisfied, and nodded slightly.
The stigma attached to the School of Change was washed away, and it once again proved its irreplaceable position in frontal combat.
What needs to be done next is to find out the guy who used despicable means to defeat James, and then bring them back to their original form!
Glenn suddenly clenched his fist, and the phantom of the Flame Claw behind him passed by, dissipated in the sky, and exploded with a dazzling fire, causing a burst of exclamations in the audience.
His expression became more and more proud, and he controlled the hot temperature to spread around, blowing away the coke and ashes, and solidified the ground into a piece of hard stone again.
Amidst the tyrannical ether fluctuations, he looked coldly at the lounge of the Music and History Department.
Did you see it
This is the enemy you need to face next. This is the power of the anger ignited by you! That’s it…
He was stunned for a moment: I thought something was wrong again!
It seemed like no one was looking at him at all.
On that empty chair, a dog was bored and basking in the sun, its head drooped on the chair in the front row, sticky saliva left from the corner of its mouth, and fell on the rabbit-shaped pet in the front row. superior.
The little rabbit was trembling on the chair, pinned down by Lao Fei's dog paw and unable to move. Being rubbed around like a toy. There was no time to pay attention to what was happening on the field.
That bitch Ciel was looking through binoculars at the hot school girl in the audience opposite, his expression constantly changing, becoming more and more obscene.
Brother Stool has disappeared without a trace, and I don’t know what he did. As for Ye Qingxuan... what is that guy doing
Glenn looked at it with a pale face for a long time, realizing that the way he had just shown off his muscles was just to show off to a blind man.
That guy, in broad daylight, in this noisy arena, was sleeping in the sun
On the lounge of the Department of Music and History, Ye Qingxuan slumped down on a chair and fell asleep with his head up, his mouth wide open, and his snoring loud. It's like a patient with advanced tuberculosis sleeping in such a noisy environment until he can no longer take care of himself.
Bai Xi didn't even know that he was in a strange posture of meditating with his hands clasped together.
Now, Bai Xi was holding a pen in his hand and concentrating on drawing a little turtle on his face, and beside it there were pictures of a little rabbit, a little alpaca and a little fox on his forehead.
Sensing that Glenn was looking over, she turned back and looked at the ugly-looking student in confusion. She quickly understood what she was talking about and waved her hand, signaling Glenn to wait a moment.
Then, he bent down and after tinkering for a while, he lifted Ye Qingxuan's stiff arm.
On that arm, she had four fingers curled up, and an extremely upright middle finger was waving in the wind.
"What a fart!"
Bai Xi looked at him provocatively, and the arrogance and contempt on his face could make people's lungs explode with anger.
Soon, she no longer looked at the furious Glenn, but lowered her head and continued to prank Ye Qingxuan.
But for some reason, the newly drawn drawing was quickly washed away by sweat and turned into a blur, looking extremely ugly and weird.
In just a few minutes, Ye Qingxuan was sweating all over his body.
Bai Xi frowned, took out the paper and touched it casually for him, then looked back at Charles: "He is sweating again? Should we wake him up?"
"Oh, maybe it's a little hot under the sun, right?"
Charles glanced at him and shot a frost ray on Ye Qingxuan's seat. Then he watched the sweat frost on Ye Qingxuan's face and nodded with satisfaction:
"Look, he should be cooler now, right?"
…
Cooler
Ye Qingxuan is not only cooler now? It chilled him to the core.
The strong wind whizzed in with thumb-sized snowflakes. The snowflakes collided with each other in the air and broke into powder. The powder fell in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, gradually melted, turned into tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes, and froze in the frost on his cheeks. .
He raised his eyes and saw only darkness.
Endless wind and snow are coming.
My feet were numb in the ice and snow beneath my feet. Every time you step into the snow, it's like stepping on a pointed cone.
Only at this time can you feel that life is burning like a flame.
But in this cold world, the flame is like a candle in the wind, faltering. Every breath caused the flames to escape from his mouth and nose, turning into misty heat and dissipating without a trace.
Gradually, gradually, it was frozen by frost in this endless blizzard.
Ye Qingxuan could almost hear the tiny condensation sound.
That was the sound of his own eyeballs freezing.
He raised his head and looked through the thick white snow to the sky.
In this dark world, not even an inch of light shines in the endless storm.
But in the sky, there are clearly three suns hanging.
The three suns seemed to be burning vigorously, releasing intense light. But that light never shines on the top of his head, and it never cares about him in the slightest.
They just stood in the distance, watching with cold eyes as the land was immersed in the erosion of ice and snow.
"That's not your sun."
In the howling wind, a hoarse voice came, like the resentment lingering in this storm for thousands of years.
"Go find..."
"Go find it..."
"Go and find your own...sun!"
Ye Qingxuan used up his last strength, took a step forward, felt his feet go soft, and then saw the ground rushing towards him.
Bang.
He fell into the snow and felt himself suffocating. Freezing into a cold corpse before suffocating.
In an instant, he woke up from his nightmare and felt the warm light of the fire.
The blizzard was blocked outside the cave, and the warm firelight soothed him, waking him up from the dream of freezing to death just now.
But there was no joy in his expression, he just stared blankly at the dancing fire in front of him.
The nightmare started again.
He got up with difficulty.
It's time to leave.
…
This seemingly warm fire will only lead to death.
After a while, the blizzard will get bigger and bigger, completely blocking his way out, and the fire will eventually burn out.
In the end, he could only be trapped in this cave and freeze to death bit by bit.
Now, Ye Qingxuan stared at the strong fire in silence. After a long time, he mustered up the courage to put his hand into the flames, grabbed something, and suddenly pulled it out.
Boom~
The flame trembled for a while, then dimmed, gradually extinguished and turned into a pile of ashes.
But in Ye Qingxuan's hand, he was holding a burned corpse that was beyond recognition. After being pulled out of the flames, the original features could be vaguely distinguished.
Height, bones, and a patch of white hair that was not burned out.
"Isn't this the body that froze to death in my last round?"
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized it, but he didn't feel any joy at all: "Relying on burning your own body to keep warm, is this nightmare already so cold?"
He took one last look at the body in front of him, put it into the extinguished fire, turned around and walked out of the cave.
Outside the cave, in the endless blizzard, is a dark world.
"I saw three suns in the sky..."
In the sweeping frost wind, a song sang hoarsely: "I stared at them, and they stared at me, as if they didn't want to leave. False sun, false sun..."
In the oncoming frost, Ye Qingxuan walked barefoot on the snowy field. Sometimes he would turn around and look behind him, where there was still a warm light.
It was like calling him back.
He suddenly became very frightened, turned around, and ran wildly, getting further and further away from the fire. Gradually, the illusive fire disappeared into the blizzard.
Endless wind and snow drowned him.
The storm between heaven and earth roared, echoing the lonely voice.
This feeling seems familiar, as if it has condensed into substance, blending into the frost and snow, penetrating itself bit by bit from the outside in.
Ye Qingxuan's footsteps suddenly stopped because the memories that were evoked in his mind were filled with dust.
"It was snowing so heavily that day, right?"
A voice whispered softly in his ear: "Were you in such a mess that day?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He stepped forward and ran in pain, as if fleeing.
He wanted to escape from here, far away, at least away from that damn voice.
But that voice kept pursuing him. It followed his footsteps like a shadow, whispering softly, whispering hoarsely, questioning angrily, and roaring furiously.
Until the end, the sound shook the wind and snow, causing the storm to resonate with it. A cold voice.
He was roaring Ye Qingxuan's name, his voice was like the sound of burning fire and cracking wood. It was like a call from the past, calling him back from the darkness.
As a result, the dark world was illuminated by fire.
Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped abruptly.
He saw a burning light, the light of a dilapidated wooden house ignited by flames. The flame burned so fiercely that it seemed like it would never go out.
In the flames, the wooden house was collapsing, but a soft call came from the collapsed wooden house.
"Shut up!"
He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, not daring to look again. But the calls became louder and louder, as if they were going to tear him apart.
In the cold frost and storm, that voice dominated everything, shaking the earth and the sky, and seemed to tear himself apart.
It's calling its name.
The sky and the earth were shaking, the world was trembling, and the voice seemed to be roaring in his ears.
"Ye Qingxuan!!!"
He opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely, and almost jumped from his seat.
Only now did he realize that it was Bai Xi shaking his shoulders. It was already afternoon, and she woke up from her dream by grabbing herself excitedly.
"Wake up, cousin, wake up!"
"What's wrong?"
He looked blankly at the joyful atmosphere around him, then sat back on the chair, breathing heavily.
After summoning water and ice and wiping his face covered in cold sweat, he took a breath and looked at Bai Xi:
"I hope it's good news?"
"You'd never guess what's going on."
Bai Xi showed a strange smile, she picked up Lao Fei who was lying on the ground with a look of disdain, and shook her hard:
"—We have another bye!"