The next day, morning, entrance to the arena.
Standing in front of the entrance, Ye Qingxuan heard the noisy voices of the audience, the sound that seemed to have condensed into substance.
Ye Qingxuan never thought that when so many people sit together, they would make such a loud noise.
That sound echoed in all directions, it was hard to tell what it was, it sounded like a shout or a roar. There was no hint of expectation or malice, just an announcement.
It's like the whole world is urging you to take to the battlefield.
He took a deep breath and looked behind him:
"are you ready?"
"OK OK!"
Ciel looked serious, beat his chest wildly, and made a "bang bang bang" sound. Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed:
"Senior brother, you are... quite well prepared."
Behind him, Ciel was covered in thick football armor, bulging with soft padding.
He was wearing a cavalry helmet he didn't know where he got it from, and a mask covering his face. There were a lot of cheap mass-produced musical instruments stuffed into the leather bag on his back, and they were inserted from the mouth of the backpack in various directions. It didn't look like he was going to kick it. Football is like going to the battlefield...
"Can you run with this on your back?"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were suspicious.
Ciel smiled secretly, "I made this all by myself. It's so light and easy. Besides... this one has also been upgraded."
He opened his cuffs and showed Ye Qingxuan the steel auxiliary skeleton hidden underneath. This was the "battle suit" he made overnight. Although it was not as effective as the musician's ceremonial suit, it was transformed by his imagination and strange technology. It can also be said to be first-rate and easy to use.
"how is it going?"
Ciel assumed various powerful-looking poses. Once he moved, his parts would jingle, like a hawker walking through the streets to avoid the city management...
"Senior brother, I can't help but want to hit you."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, looked back at the surrounding teammates, and found that only Brother Shizi looked reliable, and couldn't help but cry.
Without Brother Stool, there would really be no hope for this round.
"Let's go."
With such a group of teammates on the stall, even though there were so many spectators outside shouting and roaring, the young man couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
This time, it is really "life and death, wealth and honor are determined by heaven"!
He gritted his teeth, stepped out of the shadows, and walked into the bright light on the court.
"—Get started!"
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"The rules of this game adopt the revised international rules that were just promulgated three years ago. I hope that players on both sides will be prepared and not try to exploit loopholes in the rules. Do you have any objections?"
The referee held a characteristic football in his arms, stood on the center line of both sides, and looked around at the leaders of both sides, "If you have any objections, you can still modify it now."
"Pointless."
Ye Qingxuan was the first to respond. It seemed that the school committee had blocked this loophole in advance in order to prevent him from using any strange tricks.
Fortunately, I didn't place my hopes on this.
Opposite him, Banner nodded slightly, indicating that he had no objection. But just when the referee was about to announce the opening, he suddenly spoke and looked at Ye Qingxuan provocatively:
"—Mr. Referee, we are applying to change the competition system!"
"Um?"
The referee was stunned for a moment, "How do you want to change it?"
"To be honest, until now, a thousand points in a game is no longer interesting."
Banner said calmly, "Why don't we directly link the number of goals scored to the credits? One goal is worth a thousand points. I'm willing to bet half of the credits on the outcome. What do you think of Le Shi?"
Outside the stadium, in the stands, the drowsy principal opened his eyes, stood up, and smiled.
"It looks interesting..."
There was also silence for a moment at the teachers' table and in the audience. Everyone looked at each other, feeling that they had heard wrongly.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, he knew what Banner meant.
What he did was what students did when they bet in private.
In addition to official football games, the school does not prohibit students from forming teams to play football in private. But unlike the school's conservative style, students have more fun in private.
Regardless of whether the team is advancing or participating in official competitions, they will not refuse private competitions. After all, at this time, no one is short of credits, so the bets are getting bigger and bigger.
The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish eats the shrimp. The rankings are also changing, and you are chasing after me. Many teams have already lost all their credits and were forced out of the competition, but there are also many teams that have taken advantage of this opportunity to move forward with their vision and skills.
In comparison, the Music History Department is like sailing against the current, being overtaken one after another, and now it has fallen to sixth place in the rankings.
Fourteen thousand credits.
But Banner is different. As the leading team in the academy, in these two days of crazy duel, he has climbed back to the first place.
Credits, twenty-six thousand.
He bet half of it on the outcome, which was almost all the current credits of the Music History Department. For Ye Qingxuan, this is a difficult choice.
Once he wins, 14,000 plus 13,000 points, 27,000 points, the position of the music history department will suddenly rush from sixth to first.
But if you lose, all your credits will be lost.
The winner takes all, the loser is eliminated.
This is a difficult decision.
"Classmate Banner, if you have this idea, you can make an agreement in private. But this kind of bet will not be officially recognized by the school."
The referee made a sound.
In the past two days of competition, the referee has become accustomed to this kind of suggestion. However, the school's consistent attitude is that it neither agrees nor denies it, does not support it, and will not prohibit it.
Just let the students do it themselves.
In fact, without a guarantee from the school, you can default on your debt even if you lose. But if you default on such an occasion, you should never think about raising your head again for the rest of your life.
After hearing the referee's words, a smile suddenly appeared on Banner's pale face, and his eyes glanced at Ye Qingxuan with a hint of amusement:
"Don't worry, Mr. Referee, he will agree."
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Qingxuan remained silent, lost in thought, as if making a decision.
In fact, in the eyes of others, this kind of thing does not need to be thought about at all. Why bet on a game that is certain to lose
A team of rookies from the music and history department, going to fight the elite soldiers of the student union... No kidding. In a head-on confrontation, you wouldn't be able to last even three minutes, right
Among the nine people, two of the four graduates are musician-level, plus Banner himself, a talented musician who has recently become famous, makes a total of three musicians.
There are also six elite soldiers carefully selected by the student union from various colleges, including many elites from the Royal School.
Is this still a fight? No need to hit even the hair!
It's already a miracle that we can survive until now. If we give up and withdraw from the competition here, the remaining credits should be enough for the music history team to squeeze into the top ten.
This has been Ye Qingxuan's goal all along - to preserve capital. If you hold on to your current points in this round of competition that is absolutely unfavorable to you, you won't suffer heavy losses.
In terms of intention, he has already succeeded and there is no need to take any more risks.
But once this happens, it is equivalent to putting the pressure on the third round of "graduation work display" and falling into extreme passivity.
On the one hand, it is to protect capital, on the other hand, it is to get rich suddenly.
Which side to choose
"It's a bet."
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan suddenly raised his head and made a sound, which ushered in an uproar in the audience.
Yeah, why not bet
You are not afraid of wearing shoes when you are barefoot, right
He smiled at Banner, and Banner smiled back with a sneer, looking happy.
The referee looked at Ye Qingxuan as if he were a madman, showing a trace of pity. But he still remained calm and calm towards his teammates who should have been strong in opposition.
Brother Shizi, as a foreign aid, has no objection to this. Bai Xi didn't care at all. As for Charles... he had no intention of graduating in the first place. Anyway, it’s just here to play, and it’s better to play with a big one.
The remaining dog... The dog doesn't care what you stupid humans are planning to do. He is only responsible for escorting Brother No. 1, Brother No. 2, and Brother No. 3.
"I hope you won't regret it."
The referee muttered under his breath, then raised his voice: "Both sides shake hands, the game counts down to one minute!"
He dropped the ball and exited the court.
In full view of everyone, the leaders of both teams came forward with smiles.
Across the center line of the field, they looked at each other.
He looked equally confident and well-dressed, but no one knew what was on his mind.
This is the first time the two of them are so close.
Only now did Ye Qingxuan realize that he had never spoken to this guy who had been stumbling upon him.
They became enemies without even speaking a word.
This world is so funny.
"It is said that-"
Ye Qingxuan interrupted the silence and asked with a smile: "You always dislike me? Are you jealous of me?"
Banner couldn't help but laugh. The joke was so good.
He shook his head slightly, "You are stronger than I thought, but it's just luck. It's best not to inflate yourself."
"Is it?"
Ye Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, "But it's still me who becomes the chief student."
"Did it make you hallucinate more than me?"
Banner sneered, "That was my thing originally, you were just a usurper who stole it while I was looking for the telepathy. Now, it's time to end this farce."
"Is it?"
Ye Qingxuan retorted, "It's rare for you to have such strong self-confidence. After all, you have never defeated me."
“…”
Banner was silent, and his originally pale face turned even paler, so white that there seemed to be a trace of cold blood.
As if being stung by this sentence, his green eyes were full of gloom, and even his voice became hoarse:
"It happened today, I promise. It will happen in the future. One day, you will get used to the feeling of failure."
"To be honest, I have long been used to the feeling of failure."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and squeezed his palm, smiling enthusiastically, "You know what? From the first day I returned to Avalon, I was ready. One day I would lose to someone. It was a complete failure. But unfortunately, that day is not now, and that person is not you."
Banner's expression changed, because Ye Qingxuan's palm tightened, like an iron clamp, causing bursts of pain.
He didn't even have time to get angry before he was dominated by shock.
The thin boy came closer, but suddenly changed. Even though he was smiling so enthusiastically, his eyes seemed to hide a burning mine, with the violent light of earthly fire.
"Now, stop talking nonsense."
He whispered in Banner's ear, "Let the game begin, I can't wait."
In the shadow of the boy, Banner gritted his teeth and his pupils shrank, turning into a small black dot, exuding a shocking chill.
Then, as you wish!