My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 399 Who is more beautiful

In front of the gymnasium, a group of reporters are surrounding today's focus person, Wu Zhou.

In fact, as a host, he should not be concerned.

After all, he is neither a songwriter nor a singer. It can be said that he is just a guest.

However, it was precisely because of his gambling fight with Xia Xing that it could be said that he was in Xia Xing's light, so it attracted everyone's attention.

"Mr. Wu Zhou, are you confident in today's poetry competition with Xia Xing?"

"Mr. Wu, why did you challenge Xia Xing?"

"Can you tell us the details of today's game?"

"Mr. Wu Zhou, what is your opinion on Xia Xing's poetry level?"

Facing more than a dozen microphones, Wu Zhou showed a faint smile on his face.

It has to be said that the hype was almost perfect this time around.

As long as Xia Xing is defeated, he can get a very important program.

This is also the real reason why he challenged Xia Xing.

But he naturally wouldn't say what he really thought, he answered a few questions and said: "Actually, I also admire Xia Xing's poetry level, but I feel that Mr. Xia Xing is a bit too arrogant. Regarding today's poetry competition, I don't think so." I have made a lot of preparations, and I will let him know what is real Chinese poetry and what is real traditional culture."

At this time, Xia Xing had already got out of the car.

For the interview just now, Xia Xing heard clearly.

This is completely different from what Wu Zhou said to himself before.

The corner of Xia Xing's mouth slid coldly, since you don't give me face, then I don't need to give you face either.

When the reporters saw Xia Xing getting out of the car, they immediately became excited.

Wow, they ignored Wu Zhou and surrounded Xia Xing instead.

"Look, it's Xia Xing!"

"Xia Xing is so handsome."

"Quick, grab a favorable seat!"

Wu Zhou looked at the reporters who had gathered in front of him, but they disappeared in an instant, and his face turned livid.

He gritted his teeth, with an expression of envy and hatred in his eyes.

"Xia Xing, I will take back all your honors today with my own hands one day."

Those reporters immediately surrounded Xia Xing.

"Mr. Xia, I heard that you have five nominations today, are you confident to win them?"

"About Mr. Wu Zhou's challenge, do you have anything to say?"

"Mr. Xia Xing, can you tell me if you and Miss Xiaoying are already living together?"

The reporters around asked a lot of questions in one breath.

Chased and intercepted by the crowd, and escorted by security guards and Yang Ni, Xia Xing pushed forward through the crowd.

At this time, Wu Zhou stood in front of Xia Xing.

"Mr. Xia, hello."

"Hi, nice to meet you."

After the two met, both of them smiled at the reporters.

But everyone knows that behind this smile, there is a smell of gunpowder.

Wu Zhou's mouth flickered coldly: "Xia Xing, will I win you?"

"Really? I see." Xia Xing nodded.

"Is that so?" Hearing Xia Xing's answer, Wu Zhou and the surrounding reporters were stunned.

Xia Xing smiled faintly: "It's getting dark, you can indeed dream."

"You!" Wu Zhou's face turned livid with Xia Xing's anger.

Xia Xing smiled and stretched out his hand to Wu Zhou: "Just kidding, I wish you good luck."

Compared with Xia Xing's calmness, Wu Zhou's performance was far worse.

At this moment, his face was flushed red, and he was obviously very angry at Xia Xinggang.

The two held hands together, and many reporters took pictures of them one after another.

Listening to the gunpowder-flavored dialogue between the two sides, everyone knew that the poetry competition tonight must be very exciting.

Soon, photos of the two shaking hands and the content of the conversation appeared on the Internet.

Many media broadcast this advertisement on the headlines, and accompanied it with eye-catching titles such as "Peak Showdown in Literary History!", "A Real Dialogue in Ancient Poetry."

Under the hype of the news media, the audience is even more looking forward to the duel between the two.

Xia Xing finally squeezed into the backstage, where there were all staff and reporters, Xia Xing let out a sigh of relief.

According to the room number provided by Yang Weiwei, he came to a locker room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, suddenly the entire gymnasium lost power.

Then Xia Xing heard a scream from the locker room.

"Not good!" Xia Xing's expression changed, and he rushed into the room directly.

In the room, Yang Weiwei was putting on makeup just now, when the power went out suddenly, and then it felt like someone walked into the dressing room.

Originally, she thought it was Xia Xing and didn't pay attention, but when that person approached, she realized that the other person turned out to be a masked killer.

The killer brandished the dagger in his hand and stabbed at Yang Weiwei.

Yang Weiwei had learned martial arts since she was a child, so she dodged the opponent's attack by rolling over.

However, the killer behind him moved faster, rushed up with a single stride, and stabbed downward with the dagger in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Yang Weiwei could only close her eyes.

Because she had already fallen to the ground, she had no ability to resist at all.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over.

boom!
The moment the killer's dagger was about to stab Yang Weiwei, he knocked the killer out.

The killer was bumped into a mess, knowing that he had no chance to kill Yang Weiwei, he turned around and rushed towards the door.

Xia Xing was about to stop him when Yang Weiwei's assistant entered the room.

The assassin's eyes turned cold, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at Yang Weiwei's assistant.

Xia Xing's expression changed, he jumped out, and directly grabbed the dagger in the air.

The killer took advantage of this gap to escape.

Xia Xing chased him out, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Worried about Yang Weiwei's accident, Xia Xing did not chase after her, but returned to Yang Weiwei's side.

"Vivi, how are you?"

Yang Weiwei said, "It's okay."

At this time, the power supply was restored, and Xia Xing immediately saw a dazzling scene.

It turned out that because Yang Weiwei and the killer were torn apart just now, her skirt had slipped off, and as a result, a charming scenery appeared in front of Xia Xing at a glance.

Yang Weiwei had obviously put on makeup today, so she was very beautiful. Coupled with the exposed scenery, Xia Xing immediately looked straight.

"You guy, have you seen enough?" Yang Weiwei said with a red face.

"Of course I haven't seen enough." Xia Xing swallowed and said.

The assistant knew about the relationship between Yang Weiwei and Xia Xing, so he left the room in a sensible manner.

Yang Weiwei sat back at the dressing table to touch up her makeup.

Xia Xing had to admire Yang Weiwei. After an assassination just now, she calmly sat down in front of the dressing table to put on makeup so quickly. This kind of courage was incomparable to ordinary girls.

He turned around when he saw Xia Xing.

"Wow, sister Weiwei, you are so beautiful today."

Yang Weiwei gave Xia Xing a blank look: "What do you mean I'm usually not beautiful?"

"No, no, you are beautiful every day."

Yang Weiwei glanced at Xia Xing playfully: "Then who is more beautiful, Xiaoying or me?"

(End of this chapter)