Mo Yinhe took a step forward and approached Si Mingjing. At that mont, silence was more eloquent than words, his gaze filled with admiration and affirmation.
Si Mingjing reveled in such a look!
She cocked an eyebrow. "I have lived up to expectations and didn’t disgrace you."
"You have never let down."
Mo Yinhe leaned in, whispering in her ear, "And you continue to amaze . Mingjing, how are you so incredible?"
Si Mingjing proudly arched her eyebrows, offering no response to Mo Yinhe.
She turned and walked toward her own spot.
As she turned, the corners of her mouth curled into the most radiant of arcs.
Qu Gaoyang clenched his fists, unwilling to accept this!
"Ajiu, don’t be discouraged! We still have two rounds to go, and it’s not certain who will have the last laugh. We will definitely win the martial competition!"
"That’s right, I haven’t lost yet! It’s far too early to be discouraged. I must win the martial competition!"
Bai Jiusi quickly regained her fighting spirit. If she were to lose the qualification to fight for custody of Xiaobai, Crown Prince Lisao would discard her!
Bai Jiusi looked at Si Lisao with trepidation and, as expected, saw his expression as icy as a glacier.
She must muster her spirits and fight with all her might to win Xiaobai for Crown Prince Lisao!
The Secretary-General announced, "The second part of the competition: drawing lots for the martial trial!"
The events for the martial trial included fencing, ship racing (akin to car racing), surfing, flying ship piloting... a diverse array.
Mo Yinhe casually slapped the red button.
What appeared was: "Flying Ship Piloting Competition."
The delegates from Mu Continent and Gendaya, upon seeing the title on the big screen, wished they could faint on the spot.
What kind of luck did Mo Yinhe have?
"Bai Jiusi competing in flying ship piloting against Mo Yinhe – how could she possibly beat him? This event is unfair!"
"Don’t crush your own spirit to boost soone else’s morale. Bai Jiusi’s skill in piloting flying ships was personally taught by Mo Yinhe. She made a stunning debut five years ago. The two are evenly matched; it’s not certain she’ll lose."
"Heh, a man competing with a woman in this regard? Even if he wins, it wouldn’t be honorable!"
"..."
Mo Yinhe, with a lazy curve of his lips, said, "Is that so? I also feel it wouldn’t be honorable. I, Mo Yinhe, never bully won. Mingjing, how about you take my place in this battle?"
"Brother! Let take your place!" Ye Siyuan stood up.
But Mo Yinhe simply waved his hand. "Sending you would be bullying. It wouldn’t be honorable."
"PFFT! HAHAHA..." The Atlantis delegates all burst out laughing. His Highness had just contradicted himself! But is Miss Si really up to the task? they wondered. Is His Highness still smitten with the forr Crown Princess Consort and wanting to go easy on her? This is no ti for chivalry; if it’s his turn, he should step up! What if Miss Si loses?
Upon hearing Mo Yinhe’s words, Bai Jiusi was overjoyed. To beco the Bai Jiusi everyone knew, she had put in trendous effort, learning all the skills attributed to the real Bai Jiusi. She had even practiced assiduously in flying ship piloting.
Competing with Mo Yinhe, she didn’t dare say she could win, but against this Si Mingjing, was she afraid of losing? Mo Yinhe, thank you for your conceit! Now I finally have a chance to turn the tables! This round, I’m going to rub Si Mingjing’s face in the dirt, grinding it in again and again, a hundred tis over!
Bai Jiusi looked up proudly, brimming with confidence. "Enough talk, let’s start!"
She could hardly wait!
The Secretary-General, much like a professional announcer, stated, "Round two: the competition of flying ship piloting skills. Please refer to the big screen for the competition rules."
Si Mingjing lifted her eyes to look, finding the rules for the second round simple yet brutal.
They could be summarized into two points:
1. Depart from Earth, reach Witch Star, clock in there, and then return to Earth. The one with the shortest ti wins.
2. During the competition, it is allowed to shoot down the opponent. Anyone shot down is deed to have lost.
Note: This is not an actual combat competition. Everything takes place in a simulator.
Several staff mbers wheeled out two simulators. These could be connected to the large screen in the hall, allowing everyone to watch the competition live.
Bai Jiusi and Si Mingjing each chose a simulator, entered, and made their pre-flight preparations.
Si Mingjing fastened her seat belt, put on the VR goggles and headset, adjusted the seat, and thought to herself: Mo Yinhe really doesn’t take this competition seriously. I’ve only piloted a flying ship once, and it wasn’t even this model, yet he actually dares to let compete. Could it be he truly wants to let Bai Jiusi off easy? After all, she’s the woman he deeply loves.
By this ti, Bai Jiusi had finished all her preparations.
She made up her mind: I’m going to finish this race in the shortest ti possible, and I’ll shoot down Si Mingjing!
The Secretary-General said, "Miss Si, ti is limited. Please stop looking at the instrunts. Start up the simulator and connect it to the big screen."
Si Mingjing asked two practical questions, "Where is the power button? How do I connect it to the big screen?"
"PFFT! HAHAHA! She doesn’t even know how to start it up?"
"Is she here to be funny? How could Mo Yinhe let such a person compete?"
"Such a rookie dares to battle Bai Jiusi? Who gave her the courage? HAHAHA!"
At these words, the hall erupted into laughter.
A pair of long, slender legs strode towards Si Mingjing. Standing outside the simulator, Mo Yinhe leaned half his body in to press the power button for her.
His aura was cool and crisp. He leaned in, powered on the simulator, calibrated it, and connected it to the main screen in the hall.
Because of the limited space, their faces were almost touching. A warmth slowly perated their skin.
Si Mingjing muttered in a low, discontented voice, "I’m embarrassing you. You put a rookie like up—is it because you don’t want *her* to lose?"
"Don’t sell yourself short, Mingjing. I want you to win, and you won’t let down."
He believed in her abilities more than she did herself.
Last ti, she had never even touched a flying ship, yet she piloted it slickly. His Mingjing would astonish everyone.
He was waiting for her to dazzle the crowd!
Si Mingjing pursed her lips, feeling imnse pressure.
She couldn’t say she would win, so she said, "I’ll do my best."
Feng Chonghua and Crown Prince Lisao’s seats were relatively close.
Feng Chonghua leaned towards Crown Prince Lisao and whispered, "What is Mo Yinhe playing at? Putting a rookie who doesn’t even know how to start the simulator into the match—does he plan on handing over custody of the child so easily?"
"He’s a tricky one," Si Lisao replied, "always enjoys an unconventional approach."
Crown Prince Lisao remained enigmatic. His sister had always been discerning. For her to choose Mo Yinhe and bear his children, Mo Yinhe must have possessed exceptional qualities.
Crown Prince Lisao would not underestimate his opponent. A dull ache throbbed in his heart as he thought of his sister, whose whereabouts were unknown.
Qu Gaoyang also heard Crown Prince Lisao’s cautious words, laughed heartily, and said arrogantly, "Crown Prince Lisao, you’re being too cautious! No matter how cunning Mo Yinhe is, sending a rookie who can’t even start the simulator—what kind of major upset could he possibly cause? This round is a foregone conclusion. Five years ago, at the Four Nations Summit, Ajiu demonstrated her astounding piloting skills to everyone! The spectacular scenes are still vivid in my mind. It was then that I fell for Ajiu, swearing that no matter what, I would marry her!"
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