The first goddess of pride

"We'll wait until you win the next game. If I help you like this, you'll still lose. Don't say thank you." Mu Xianning smiled lightly.

Huangfu Yunjin smiled honestly, "Yes, if I still lose like this, how can I have the face to see you again." Huangfu Yunjin smiled, that smile, like a ray of warm winter sunshine, shone into her icy, snow-like body. heart.It didn't change anything, but it made her feel better.

A dark eye in the dark stared at everything about them, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

He is interested in destroying everything she does...

At the beginning of the third match, there was no distinction between ranks, and there was no difference in the battle.

At this time, the students' battlefields no longer paid attention to the stands that surrounded the entire lake.

In response, the central stand slowly changed from a circular shape to a line. It was still divided into two floors, but it was already facing the students on the shore of Yunli Lake, staring at the battlefield on the lake.

At this time, the water arena that once again came out of the water was surrounded by guardrails.

Obviously, in the subsequent games, it is not a matter of randomly pushing players out of bounds to count as winning, but a real competition of skills and strength.The good show starts now.

In the stands, Elder Mo Fan started yawning again after the last round, "It's boring, it's boring."

An Qianxi rolled his eyes at Mo Fan, he was over sixty years old.What haven't you seen?That's why he feels that everything is boring. He has always said that he has drowsiness, but An Qianxi has always felt that it is just a reason and an excuse for him to feel that many things are so boring that he falls asleep.

"Elder Mo Fan, from now on, we have to pay attention to the top students in this month's exam. The third and second grades were already decided when they entered school, but this year's first-year freshmen have to work hard. Pay attention." An Qianxi said seriously.

When Mo Fan was reminded by An Qianxi, he couldn't help but refresh himself. Although it was boring, he still had to do his job.

"What stage is it now? How many first-year students are shortlisted?" Mo Fan had been sleeping before, and he didn't even notice who had advanced and who hadn't, and he didn't often talk about the second and third graders. In terms of contact, except for the case of An Qianxi who assigned the students who needed the teaching of the four elders to him, and he had met two or three people, he didn't know anyone else.

An Qianxi gave him a blank look. Sometimes she really doesn't understand why she insists on being the director of the student affairs department, making the three of them lazy, not to mention she suffers alone, this Mo Fan is still struggling. Moss's cousin, who is watching himself, doesn't care about anything.

But in the end, An Qianxi just endured and introduced him.

"Among the 25 people this time, there are ten third-grade students, eight second-grade students, and seven first-grade students." An Qianxi introduced Mo Fan.

Mo Fan was taken aback, "There are seven in the first grade? And there are only ten in the third grade?" Hey, in the past, the third grade always suppressed the second and first graders, and sometimes even the third graders would There were thirteen or four, and half of the finalists were divided. Only thirteen or four people could be selected for the second grade and first grade, and sometimes only four or five people could be selected for the first grade.Because of this, these five or six people became the objects of personal teaching by the four elders, which shows how rare the opportunity is.