The old driver's words made Fan Wencheng and his group look at each other in dismay.
Since this special foreign exchange group came here, almost everyone's mood is full of tension and solemnity, and even a little desperate.
Even if they were to win, everyone already felt hopeless.
Now, Su Qiubai, a young man in his twenties, would actually say such words!
"Principal Fan, what should we do?"
After waiting, someone asked Fan Wencheng.
Still staring at the direction Su Qiubai left, Fan Wencheng finally made up his mind.
"Trust him, notify the major associations, and leave all the competition to Su Qiubai!"
Fan Wencheng made this decision after hesitating for a while. After all, this literary battle has been very hot now, and it can be said that many people are waiting.
Especially on those international forums, it's already full of quarrels!
It is no exaggeration to say that once this literary battle is lost, it must be a huge blow to China's cultural circles, and even cause immeasurable losses!
Soon, the news that Su Qiubai was fighting alone started on the Internet and quickly spread to everyone!
There was no accident, everyone was shocked.
"This Su Qiubai is really only in his twenties? How could he have such courage?"
"It's true, teacher of Beidu University!"
"But what kind of players will he find? Is he sure of winning? Losing will be life-threatening!"
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All kinds of voices, but mostly skeptical.
After all, Su Qiubai refused the help of those old scholars, saying that he wanted to gather a whole team by himself. No matter how you think about it, it seems unbelievable!
Especially the students of Beidu University, almost everyone is discussing this matter.
Zhang Qiang and the others were even specially interviewed because they heard that Su Qiubai was the teacher of their class.
Faced with the media's problems, Zhang Qiang and the others were also extremely confused.
Because in fact, they were not sure that the awesome Su Qiubai in the news was the teacher they knew.
That incompetent ideological and moral teacher really has the courage to do such a thing
Wen Xiaoshu and the others immediately called Su Qiubai, but the old driver's phone was turned off.
So... except for the old driver himself, no one in the world knows what he wants to do!
In this way, time passed slowly, and the Wendou was finally about to begin!
Because there were too many people in the audience, and there were many inconveniences in media interviews, Fan Wencheng decided to temporarily move the venue to the playground.
In the large playground that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, the stands on all sides are full of people, and two high platforms have been temporarily set up below, one of which is outside the seats of foreign delegations, and the other is naturally the seat of Huaxia representatives!
Half an hour before the scheduled start of the game, Moy and the others had already arrived.
Although the audience was full of shouting and tsunami-like curses, they didn't pay much attention to it. After all, if they felt ashamed now, they would not have left their homeland at that time, and they would not have come to become members of this delegation now. one of them!
On the other side of the high platform, it was empty.
"Principal Fan, why haven't Su Qiubai's people come yet?"
After waiting for such a long time, someone was finally in a hurry, so he couldn't help asking Fan Wencheng.
As a result, Fan Wencheng was also sweating profusely. Although he was the principal of Beidu University, there were many things involved in this literary battle!
And the reason why it can all be handed over to Su Qiubai is also because of his contribution.
But now... God knows what kind of plane that ancestor is doing!
There is still half an hour before the game starts, and up to now even the hair of the representative team can't be seen!
"Don't worry, wait a little longer."
Obviously his eyes were about to burst into flames, but Fan Wencheng still said so.
There is no way, the phone is turned off... The matter has come to this point, the only thing to do is to wait!
At the same time, the audience is also very anxious.
"Su Qiubai didn't run away, did he? Why didn't he show up until now?"
"Yeah, this is about to start, where is his team?"
"Shouldn't we just lose like this?"
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Gradually, there were more and more voices of this kind of discussion, and finally it seemed that the entire square sounded.
Then at this moment, someone suddenly spotted a convoy coming from the playground.
After everyone saw it clearly, the whole audience suddenly became weird.
That is a... Wuling Hongguang Racing Team!
Ten gray vans slowly entered the arena while everyone was watching!
Soon, the car stopped, and seeing the first person to jump off, Fan Wencheng finally let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness the Grandfather is finally here!
Afterwards, he became a little curious. Although he couldn't figure out why there was such a special team, he really wanted to know what kind of people Su Qiubai invited to participate in this literary battle.
Like him, many people at the scene also stared wide-eyed, wanting to know what the rest of the team looks like!
Just like that, all the doors were opened under the gaze of all eyes and cameras.
A group of uncles hurriedly got out of the car!
At this moment, the uncles had an unprecedented aura. Although everyone looked a little out of place with the surroundings, they were also eye-catching in a different way.
Especially on the side of the foreign delegation, when Moy and the others saw these uncles, they almost all frowned.
Don't know a single person!
Not only did he not know anyone, but he also seemed to have never seen him before!
In fact, let alone him, even people like Fan Wencheng felt at a loss.
I thought that Su Qiubai would invite some old scholars over, but who knew that such a group of strange people would come.
Immediately, the audience once again set off a frenzy of discussion.
But Su Qiubai really didn't care about it at all, he just brought the uncles to the stage very enthusiastically, as if he didn't hear any doubts about them from the crowd.
Although Fan Wencheng was equally skeptical, there was no way to make any changes at this time, so he could only hurry over to meet Su Qiubai.
"these people… "
Looking behind, Principal Fan only spoke half of what he said.
The old driver looked at him excitedly, and even winked his eyes.
"These are all university scholars! Don't worry!"
After explaining a sentence, he turned around and led the uncles up.
At this moment, the old driver was extremely calm in his heart.
In order to persuade the uncles to come to participate in the competition, he did not miss anything from the righteousness of the nation to the future of the country, and his lips were worn out, but they refused to agree.
In the end, it was actually a few cartoons that made the uncles happily agree.
After the uncles got on stage and sat down, this literary battle that had already caused a great deal of momentum was finally about to begin!
The first process is similar to the previous exchange game, and the host announced the rules of Wendou.
He was talking about the same as yesterday, but halfway through, he was interrupted by Moy standing up.
"We have a better punishment method. Since it is Wendou, then there is a bet... whoever loses will die!"
Speaking of the latter, Moy's eyes were fixed on Su Qiubai.
It doesn't matter whether you win or lose this literary battle, the important thing is to kill Su Qiubai!
No one expected Moy to be so decisive. Although Wendou's life was in danger, it didn't mean that he would die if he lost.
But now that he did this, he made it clear that he was going to die today!
Then, suddenly he winked at the back, and soon someone lifted the two sets of equipment.
"During the competition, two people stand on this table separately, and the one with the lowest score...will be directly broken down by high-voltage electricity! Dare?"
Once again, Moy looked at Su Qiubai.
There was a strange silence in the scene at this moment, but Su Qiubai suddenly laughed when he heard it.
"I've seen people who are in a hurry to make money, but I haven't seen one who is in a hurry to die... Of course it's no problem!"
When he said that, Moy laughed too.
Since Su Qiubai just agreed to this request, then he can't live anymore!
After the two sides decided to fight with their lives, the host announced the content of the first competition... On the Red Chamber!
Yes, only these three words!
But after hearing this topic, Fan Wencheng and the group of scholars below suddenly turned pale!