Why didn't anyone tell me this is a parallel world?

Just as Xia Liuying thought, a few light lies could not have more influence on her, because it was originally an illusion, as long as she was firm in her heart, she could not be deceived.

But what if it wasn't a lie?

"Language expression" is just a way. It is not restricted to lies or truth. Believe that it will generate power.

Xia Liuying doesn't believe in lies, but what if it wasn't the lies that triggered her power, but her countless days and nights of hard training.

That was not a lie, it just helped me recall the pain of the past, so the pain was inflicted on Xia Liuying, even if there was no wound.

The harder she tried in the past, the more painful it became now.

The referees naturally would not ignore what happened here. One of them said with a stern face, "Xiang Muhuai from Mohai Middle School, the game is over. Please do not continue to use your supernatural powers to affect your opponent."

"Didn't the announcement just now end?" Xiang Muhuai raised his eyebrows, and a hint of joy appeared on his face which was covered with bruises, swelling and bloodstains.

He timed his speech precisely when the referee announced the winner, thus avoiding misunderstanding and still having the ability to fight, thus giving him the possibility of another game, and also avoiding being judged as attacking his opponent after the game.

After all...how can the game be considered over when the referee hasn't finished speaking yet?

Even if he went to re-watch the game video and compare the time, Xiang Muhuai was not panicked at all. How could the game be over before the referee finished speaking? What was wrong with him using his supernatural powers to influence his opponent?

The referees looked at each other and realized the difficulty. There were indeed no clear rules on this point. No matter which way you said it, it made sense, but the game was in progress and there was no time to argue.

"Let the game continue. I accept the result." Xia Liuying lowered her eyes. She had no intention of arguing with Xiang Muhuai's shameless behavior. She accepted this injury that could be called a conspiracy.

——This is the consistent style of Mohai Middle School. Within the scope allowed by the rules, all means will be used. If the rules do not explain it, all kinds of attempts will be made, even if it is against the rules. As long as it can weaken the opponent, then all methods are worthwhile.

"Oh, you are really generous, Xia Liuying..." Xiang Muhuai was about to say something else when he saw the referee's sudden angry gaze towards him.

He fell to the ground, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, put his thumb and index finger together, and made a zipper-like motion around his mouth, indicating that he would not speak anymore.

Anyway, he has done everything he can.

"I will win."

Xia Liuying spoke, looking down at the smug-looking classmate Xiang Muhuai, and every word she spoke was like a verdict.

"The victory that belongs to me, I will hold it in my own hands. No pain will make me let it go, and no meanness will either."

"Come on, I'll stand right here if you can defeat me."

She didn't like Mohai Middle School, nor did she like the unrestrained malice. She was a little angry.

Or it could be called anger.

How despicable, with all those sweet words and flattery, it reminded her of the match videos of Mohai Middle School she had seen before. They could have defeated their opponents fairly, but they still used words to force their opponents to collapse, and then enjoyed their pain, as if it was torture, until they had appreciated it enough, and then they were willing to take the victory.

Xiang Muhuai was about to retort when he heard this, but when he saw the referee next to him, he closed his mouth again and let the medical team carry him off the stage.

Xia Liuying returned to her position and stood up again. Even though her figure was extremely calm and no one could see any impact, everyone knew that at this moment, Xia Liuying's body was echoing with intense pain.

That was a pain that was enough to make a weak-minded person kneel down and beg for mercy in an instant. They had seen it many times in the past competitions of Mohai Middle School.

But no time was as calm as Xia Liuying's.

The second game begins.

The delicate and beautiful girl was still holding a powder box and putting on makeup on her face, which showed almost no trace of makeup, before the referee announced the start of the game.

[Magic Sea Middle School (first grade): Bai Moli, supernatural power "dress up"...]

Another supernatural power that plays with people's hearts. Xia Liuying looked up at the sky. Could it be that in the eyes of the people at Mohai Middle School, she should be a little girl with a fragile heart?

"Oh." Xia Liuying sighed softly.

The classmate Bai Moli opposite paused while putting on makeup and looked up at Xia Liuying.

"The sun seems to be very strong today. I just came back from the desert a few days ago, so I don't really want to bask in the sun," she said.

"So, let's finish the game early."

The ability to "dress up" sounds like a description of changing the clothes of a toy doll, or a method of changing the image of someone who is about to do something.

But what if this power could be bestowed upon certain “concepts”?

For example, everyone’s spirit, soul, character, consciousness…

Compared with Xiang Muhuai's language control, Bai Moli only needs to simply take out the makeup tools, apply something randomly, and it's done.

"Okay, just admit defeat." Bai Moli chuckled, looking indifferent.

The referee did not give the two more time to talk and quickly announced the start of the game.

Bai Moli closed the powder box in her hand, raised her left hand, and gently wiped from left to right, and a standard makeup box appeared in front of her.

A transparent Q-version glowing figure that looked 80% like Xia Liuying appeared out of thin air and was grabbed by Bai Moli. With her other hand, she casually reached into the makeup box and a makeup pen appeared in her hand.

Without any mercy or hesitation towards the little man in his hand, he applied the makeup brush directly on it, and a brown color appeared on the body of the little shiny man.

“It’s a cowardice.”

Another touch of black.

“It’s a fear.”

A touch of gray.

“It’s a form of inferiority complex.”

……

In the short two seconds that Xia Liuying approached, the little bright figure representing her had six or seven marks on his body.

Classmate Bai Moli raised her head, and was about to admire the pitiful performance of this top first grader from all schools, who was cowering in fear and not daring to move forward, unable to move due to fear, and crying bitterly due to humiliation...

What she saw was an oncoming fist.

Bai Moli fell heavily to the ground, and the little light figure in her hand fell out of her hand. There was disbelief and confusion in her eyes, "Why...why..."

She subconsciously looked at the little glowing figure, wondering if she had not applied the paint successfully.

Xia Liuying gently reached out and took the little light figure representing herself, and smiled.

"I am full of timidity, inferiority and fear..."

“Isn’t it normal to be afraid of the unknown but still want to face the future, feel inferior to your own weakness and therefore work hard to grow stronger, and fear harm and pain?”

"I accept all my imperfections and shortcomings. I don't need to dress up."

Raising her hand, she wiped off all the colors attached to the little glowing man, and then Xia Liuying stepped on Bai Moli.

Bai Moli subconsciously raised her arms to protect her face. She heard a "crack" and turned her head to see that her makeup box had been crushed by a foot.

There was no time to get angry. After the supernatural creation was destroyed, the damage was shared, and Bai Moli spat out a mouthful of blood, speechless.

"It's a terrible drawing." Xia Liuying commented softly as she watched the little light figure in her hand disintegrate.

"Xia Liuying, a freshman from Sungkyunkwan High School, wins!" the referee announced.