Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 906: Is he so arrogant?
The Viliard Stadium was bustling with people. The bad weather could not affect the mood of the audience at all. Everyone was cheering enthusiastically, applauding every wonderful move of the two players on the field. The cheers sometimes formed a tsunami, boiling with the stadium stands as the center, burning the biting cold temperature of Sumya City in late September, and even overturned the dark clouds in the sky, revealing a gray sky.

A white arc streaked across the sky and fell towards the receiving area in the backcourt. Leila held the racket in her hand, not panicking or panicking. After making a calm judgment, she quickly retreated to open up the distance, rushed to the landing point before the ball hit the ground, took a deep breath, and used the last bit of strength in her body to hit the ball back. This serve was accurate and fast, and the angle was tricky. Her opponent obviously did not expect Leila to be able to hit such a high-level serve when she was exhausted, so she reacted half a beat slower. Before she could start the serve, the wind flower ball had already fallen to the sideline, and bounced violently after touching the ground, hitting the wire net at the edge of the court, making a crisp clanging sound.

But this insignificant movement was soon drowned out by the deafening cheers from the stands. The audience excitedly shouted the girl's name and cheered for her counterattack: "Leila! Leila! Leila!!!"

Also drowned out was the referee's whistle and the announcement: "Beep - the catch is valid, Leila scores a point, the score is now 10-10, the third game is a tie, and now we are entering the halftime break. After fifteen minutes, the two players will switch halves."

The scoreboard next to it updated the results of both sides in real time: 1:1, 1 draw, and both won a small game. If it was the qualifying stage, the next small game would be a life-and-death battle, which would directly determine the outcome. Even if it was a tie again, the winner would be determined by factors such as goal difference or technical score. However, the format of the main competition is a best-of-seven format, and the game time is more than doubled, which greatly tests the physical strength and endurance of both players.

Leila breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden. The fifteen minutes of rest were very precious to her, whose physical strength was almost exhausted. After all, unlike her opponent, she had received complete youth training and professional training, and was much better than her in terms of physical planning. If it weren't for her strong willpower and her ability to always find opportunities to fight back in adversity, I'm afraid there would be no way to tie with her.

As expected of Miss Gloria, the youngest professional player in history, she is so strong. Although for some reason, she is a little unfamiliar with techniques and sometimes even behaves like a novice who has just started playing the game, her keen awareness and rich experience have greatly made up for this shortcoming. There is indeed a big gap between those who have really played professional games and amateur players like herself.

Leila sighed inwardly, then quietly raised her head and glanced at the girl on the opposite half of the court. Coincidentally, at this moment, the other party was also looking at her. Their eyes met in the air. After looking at each other silently for half a second, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, Leila walked to the net and extended her hand to her in a friendly manner. Gloria also came over and shook hands with her.

The handshake etiquette was originally a part of the game before and after the game, but both players felt that each other was a good opponent, so shaking hands during the half-time break was not considered a violation of the rules, and the referee on the sidelines turned a blind eye.

The two young and beautiful female players sympathized with each other on the court, which made the audience in the stands even more excited. They shouted their names to cheer them on. The names "Leila" and "Gloria" became two volcanoes boiling over the court. The high temperature that erupted seemed to melt even the dark clouds in the sky. However, if you listen carefully, you can hear a voice that doesn't fit in with the cheers: "The Queen of Ashes! The Queen of Ashes! The Queen of Ashes has the best teeth in the world!!!"

Leila, who had always thought this was just an ordinary sport, couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"You played well, Miss Leila." The gray-haired girl behind the net smiled and blinked. Although she was sweating, she looked very comfortable. "I saw your great resilience. Keep up the good work in the next game. I hope you can bring me more surprises. Although we are all friends of Xino, there are no other factors on the court except winning or losing. So if you want to defeat me, the Grey Queen who has mastered the secret of the phantom mist, you have to show more skills."

"Haha!"

"Uh, okay, I think I probably won't disappoint you, Miss Gray... Gloria."

From this point of view, maybe Gloria is the most suitable person for this racket?
I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of expression this guy will have when he breaks free from his dark and deep fantasy and faces himself, who calls himself the "Queen of Gray."

The corners of Leila's mouth twitched. Every time she heard this inexplicable name, she felt like complaining. But Miss Gloria seemed to like this title very much. She even expanded a lot of settings for it, such as the Gray School with an ever-changing and unpredictable style of play, the Phantom Mist Secret - Zero Style that could distort time and space to instantly appear in the opponent's weak area, and even the Phantom Mist Secret - Nothing Style that changed direction during flight to deceive the opponent... She had used it many times in the game. No matter how Leila looked at it, she felt that it was just some relatively high-end professional skills. There was no need to give it such a terrifying title as the secret skill, right?
This reminded Leila of the shocking battle between the Crimson End Lord and the Deep Blue Galaxy Overlord at the Rorgrim Stadium, which has now spread throughout the Grindelwald Plains... Is this the kind of personality that Miss Gloria has?
Perhaps her true nature was exposed, or perhaps she was using this method to distract herself. Leila would rather believe the latter, but the strange thing was that during the game, when she faced Gloria's serve, she could actually feel an inexplicably powerful pressure, as if she was really facing the so-called illusory Grey Queen. Could it be that she was ignorant, and behind the Wind Flower Ball there was indeed a world of superpowers that she had never known about, and the titles of "Caesar", "Moon Goddess" and "Heavy Gunner" were not media exaggerations, but were real?

As he thought about it, Bai Ye in the consciousness space couldn't help but smile: Alice, that guy, did a good thing by accident.

The reason why Gloria exudes that ethereal temperament is entirely due to the influence of her curse. This guy has changed his personality countless times over a long period of time. Princess, detective or athlete are just a small part of it. Although these identities will not be retained for too long, the memories of the time have been deposited over and over again, so that even without the help of the power of the king, Gloria can become a natural actor. There is a huge library of materials piled up in her memory. No matter what identity and personality, as long as one or two keywords are extracted, the corresponding acting method can be found immediately, not to mention the personality of the "Grey Queen", which is simply her true character.

……

If Gloria's inner personality Bai Ye knew her thoughts, he would definitely sneer: Another little fool who actually thinks these settings are real.

In the stands, a certain golden-haired maid sneezed loudly, then rubbed her nose and muttered, "Who is thinking about me again? Oh, I am too popular. I am really a little sorry for everyone."

Why did she let everyone down? She didn't explain, and the crowd didn't want to ask. They just quietly moved aside, away from this sinister and cunning guy. They were all a little afraid of her methods: she actually secretly replaced Gloria's racket and made her embarrassed in such a crucial game. What a vicious woman!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Alice knew what they were thinking. She glared at them and said coldly, "Isn't this a good thing for Gloria? Look, everyone is cheering for the title of Grey Queen. Doesn't it sound much better than the bullshit 'genius'? After the game is over, I'm sure Gloria will be very grateful to me, right? Hehehe."

She is very generous if she doesn't kill you, everyone thought.

"But it's a bit strange." Alice ignored their reactions and fell into confusion: "Why is it the Queen of Grey and not the God of Gaming? The latter is obviously much better than the former, but Gloria is not moved at all? What a stubborn guy... Hey, Ringer, what are you doing?"

She was just thinking about something when Lingge beside her suddenly stood up, causing the golden-haired maid who didn't react to it to almost fall down. Fortunately, she grabbed Ovira's thighs with both hands in time and barely kept her balance. Then, regardless of Princess Beman's angry expression of "you took advantage of me", she raised her head and glared at the culprit: "Don't you say so before you stand up? I think you don't know any manners, Lingge!"

Ling Ge was speechless: "Who told you to lean on me? Can't you lean on the back of the chair?"

Alice's face changed and she said with a smile, "Oh, that's so uncomfortable, short and hard, not good for the waist."

I didn’t realize you take good care of yourself. Remember not to stay up late next time.

Lingge left his seat without even looking at her. Seeing this, Saint Xia Liya's eyes flickered and she asked, "Lingge, don't you want to watch the game?"

"I'm going to the bathroom during halftime."

The young man explained briefly, then squeezed out of the narrow aisle with difficulty. Watching his back as he left, Saint Xia Liya subconsciously lifted her feet, but in the end she did not move, just silently watching the young man leave. Alice next to her could not stand Ling Ge's arrogant attitude, so she came over to offer her slander, saying in a sarcastic tone: "Young people urinate frequently, most likely due to kidney deficiency, Saint Xia Liya, I think you have to keep an eye on Ling Ge, don't let him go out and fool around... Uh ah! I, I know I was wrong, let go..."

Fate is strangled by the throat.

……

As soon as he entered the passage, the noise and excitement in the stands seemed to be isolated, as if they were from another world. Linger breathed a sigh of relief. Although the air in the passage was a little turbid, it was much better than the crowded, noisy and stuffy atmosphere in the stands. The young man found that he had never been used to such occasions. He still felt that he was a person who could only live on a remote street. Having a home, two relatives, and some devout or ungodly believers was enough.

The world is too bustling and not suitable for a cold-tempered person like him to survive. Unfortunately, there is no turning back now.

The young man looked back, then retracted his gaze and walked to the end of the passage. He was not going to the toilet, but just an excuse. After leaving the passage, he changed direction and climbed up the escalator on the outside of the stadium to the top of the stands. Normally, only staff members can go up here, but before the game started, Ling Ge secretly asked Gloria to use the power of the King of Mind for him, so the staff acted as if they didn't see him passing by and let him in easily.

After finding a place with a better view, Linger took out a telescope from his arms, which was borrowed from Yieta before, just for this purpose. He raised the telescope and used it to find the location of the Trovenica ruins under the dark sky. The wind was blowing hard, making the young man's clothes rustle. The air seemed to be dry without any moisture, making people feel dry in the mouth. But the young man was not moved at all, but slowly adjusted the angle and calibrated the distance, and finally locked his sight on a certain place in Grindelwald Field.

According to Xino, the seal set by the Godafu family at the Trovenica ruins not only suppressed the power of the beast, but also had the ability to block the perception of the outside world. However, this was of no use to the telescope made by Rorona herself, so even across a long distance, across the dim sky, across the visible fierce storm... Lingge still clearly saw the figure emitting a violent aura under the dark sky, with three heads, four wings, six pupils, and eight claws. It was not a flesh and blood body, but a structure of evil matter. It was really as Xino described, a synthetic monster that looked hideous to the naked eye. It was probably no less terrible than the Titan who had wreaked havoc on the Salia wilderness.

Lingge thought that it really took a lot of courage for a mere human body to fight against such a terrifying monster. The knights of the Godafu family were worthy of the name of guardian.

However, when he moved the telescope's angle of view to look for members of the Godafu family near the synthetic monster Chimera, he was suddenly stunned, because he could see clearly that in that bleak and desolate wilderness, among the dust and grass blown by the wind, there was only a lonely figure standing.

Shino Jean Costafu.

Looking at the young female knight in holy white armor riding her beloved warhorse, standing in front of the synthetic monster without avoiding or giving way, Ling'er suddenly had an extremely ridiculous idea in his mind: Could it be that she wanted to fight against the synthetic monster Chimera alone?
　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)