Chapter 997 Reality 8
Each round of the ga was basically controlled within two days. With four days left in her ga, he played the third round.
The third round is still not.
There are only two days left before the competition, and Fu Yizhi is ready to start the fourth round.
None of the first three rounds, the probability of hitting the fourth copy is not high. Every round of the ga is actually a gamble with one's life. Even if Fu Yizhi is the boss, Fu An'an feels distressed.
"Brother Fu!"
Fu Anan woke up early in the morning, and a bear hugged Fu Yizhi's waist, "Don't go."
Fu Yizhi looked at her sideways, "Don't make trouble."
"I didn't make trouble."
Fu Anan lay behind him, dragging him away, "I feel that the information party may be useless, and the qualification for the ga may depend on luck. Don't go, you have been playing for six consecutive days."
Fu Yizhi pursed his lips slightly, "I still have another chance to go now."
As far as your luck is concerned, the chance is so small that it can be ignored.
Fu Anan slandered silently in his heart, and then moved him with emotion and reason, "Don't go, even if this round of gas is full of S-level players, my strength is not bad.
Don't you believe ? "
While talking, she moved to Fu Yizhi step by step, staring at his reaction.
However, Fu Yizhi did not respond.
This is forcing her to show her trump card.
Fu An'an unbuttoned the top button of the pajamas, pulled it down, revealing half of her white and tender arms, and glanced at him secretly.
"Brother Fu~"
Fu Yizhi couldn't resist her charm!
is so confident.
Then the confident Fu An'an was slapped on the head by Fu Yizhi, "Small and unscrupulous."
WTF? Who is more dishonest?
At that mont, Fu Anan felt knocked out.
"Change clothes, today I will go to see the results of your training."
Fu Yizhi got out of bed barefoot, found the clothes she usually used for training, and threw them on her head.
Fine.
Just don't play gas.
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Today is the penultimate day of the scrimmage ga
Zhang Xincheng’s training was arranged like a college entrance examination. He worked hard for the first nine days and had a holiday on the last day.
Today's actual combat target has also changed from other team mbers to Zhang Xincheng.
The venue of the competition is on the large square used to give fighting lessons to ordinary people. Today, these students were evacuated ahead of schedule, and the square was vacated.
People surrounded the square, all to watch the actual combat and learn.
So people with flexible minds even set up bets outside the field. Who will win Zhang Xincheng or Fu An'an? The odds of Zhang Xincheng are 1.1 tis, and Fu An'an is 9 tis. This added interest to the boring and depressing life, and was welcod by many people for a while.
There is not much pressure, but there are many participants.
So much so that Fu Yizhi, who was sitting in the audience watching the training, knew about it.
"Master Fu, do you need to make them stop?"
Fu Yizhi glanced at the crowd, and found that there were all kinds of supplies on the side of Zhang Xincheng, and it was almost impossible to put them down; on the side of Fu An'an, there were one or two shriveled stead buns here and there.
"Need not."
Fu Yizhi turned his gaze back to Fu Anan, "Take sothing and fill up Fu Anan's side."
This blatant preference.
"OK."
The team mbers went down to ask people to bet, and they just changed the original 1.1:9 odds to 1.1:5. It has attracted so people who are eager for upsets to follow suit and bet.
on the square
Fu Anan, who had just taken the bandage, was still a little uncomfortable. She shook her hands and looked at Zhang Xincheng in front of her with a serious expression.
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