Welcome to Nightmare Game III

At lunch time, the game is temporarily suspended.

Qi Leren took Ning Zhou to the seat of the special class, and first helped him deal with the minor injuries left by the game in the morning.

After finishing the processing, he handed the lunch brought by his classmates to Ning Zhou: "Here, I left a delicious sandwich for you. Lanst went to the old street to buy it. The ones sold near the stadium are all Black bread, I can’t let you eat this.”

Ning Zhou took the sandwich and thanked Lance, "Thank you."

Lance touched his nose: "It's nothing, let's go for the game in the afternoon."

Ning Zhou nodded solemnly.

"Hey, I just realized that I haven't prepared any gifts yet..." Lance said carelessly about Ning Zhou's birthday party at night, completely forgetting that Qi Le had asked him to keep it a secret not long ago.

Qi Leren covered his mouth with his backhand and stepped on his shoe.

Ning Zhou, who was obediently eating a sandwich:?

Qi Leren: "Lance wants to say that he didn't prepare a gift to celebrate your victory."

Lance, whose mouth was covered, said, "Mmmmm."

Ning Zhou: "It's okay, no gift is needed."

Qi Leren: "Look, how gentle and considerate Ning Zhou is, you can't find a better boy than him in the entire Holy See!"

Lance: Although...but...is your filter a bit thick?Where is Ning Zhou being gentle?

"Yes." Ning Zhou said.

The two were taken aback: "Who?"

Especially Qi Leren, he looked at Ning Zhou angrily, wondering who is more gentle, considerate and understanding than Ning Zhou, this is impossible, Ning Zhou is an angel!

Ning Zhou said as a matter of course: "Le Ren."

This answer made Qi Le people stunned for a moment, and Lance on the side whispered: "You have only known him for a week."

Why are the filters for people watching all the same?

Ning Zhou looked at Qi Leren eagerly, Qi Leren covered his face, couldn't bear it anymore, his face was so red, Xiao Ning Zhou straightened the ball, it's so sweet!

"Although I have only known him for a week, he has become my best friend." Ning Zhou expressed his feelings bluntly, "If you hadn't encouraged me to participate in the competition, I would have regretted it. Now, Whether I can win the championship or not, I will have no regrets, because I have given my all."

Unfortunately, this key word touched Qi Leren, and he laughed: "It seems that my coming to the Holy See this time is a blessing in disguise."

Ning Zhou nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

"But aren't you leaving soon? I heard that Priest Qi is going to serve his sentence on the border between the two worlds. You must go with him," Lance said.

Qi Leren gave him a resentful look: "Don't say such dull words at this time!"

"I really hope you can stay in the Holy See." Ning Zhou frowned, "Why don't I go to the Pope..."

"No need." Qi Leren interrupted his thoughts, he knew it was impossible, he was just a passer-by in this dream, and he couldn't stay here forever, "Hey, the referee is calling the players, you Hurry up, the afternoon game is about to start."

Ning Zhou left.

Qi Leren saw a few guards of the Holy See walking towards him at the entrance of the auditorium passage, and he suddenly had a premonition: It won't be today, will it?

Unfortunately, his lucky E still happened precisely in the dream, and the guards of the Holy See really came to him: "Get ready to pick up your bags immediately. At four o'clock in the afternoon, you will go to the border of the two worlds with your father to serve your sentence. The starting point of the convoy is In Tranquility Square."

Lance wailed: "Isn't it? What about Ning Zhou's birthday party that night?"

Qi Leren was very calm, probably because he was used to being beaten by luck, he got up and said, "I see. At four o'clock sharp, I will be there on time."

The guards of the Holy See left, and Lance asked nervously, "What should we do now?"

"What's the hurry, continue watching the game." Qi Leren sat back calmly.

"Aren't you going to pack your luggage?"

"No, the game is important, I hope the game can end before four o'clock."

Lance looked him up and down in shock for a while: "If you don't show up on time, your father will definitely be held accountable."

"I'll be there on time." Qi Le smiled at him, "The kind without luggage."

Lance was immediately moved by his friendship of "persisting in watching the best friend's game even if he is about to set off to serve his sentence".

"There are a few more things. I originally planned to come by myself, but now it seems that I can't attend the birthday party tonight, so I can only leave it to you, and you should write it down. I secretly made the birthday cake and hid it in... ..." The Qi Le people explained as if they were arranging funeral arrangements, and Lance hurriedly took out the paper and pen to record.

"What about the birthday present? Do I need to pass it on?" Lance asked, who had memorized a long list of birthday party precautions.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Leren suddenly felt the penguin egg in his arms move, and a slight creaking sound came from his clothes.

"Uh... Coincidentally, the birthday present hatched." The Qi Le people laughed, "I had prepared something else, but since it hatched on time, that's it."

………………

Ning Zhou was a little uneasy.

He knew that there was no room for any slack in the arena, but the faint premonition in his heart always tormented him, making him pay attention to Qi Leren in the audience.

Qi Leren smiled back every time, nothing unusual.

Why on earth is there always an ominous premonition in his heart?

Just when Ning Zhou was confused, the fierce sword moves of his opponents on the field forced him to concentrate on coping. The contestants in the afternoon were all people whose life goal was to join the Knights, and they were much more difficult to deal with than in the morning. In a crisis, he almost lost.

After another victory, Ning Zhou walked off the arena panting. He was sweating all over. In this icy and snowy Neverland, the sweat quickly froze in his inner garment, and when he put on his coat, he was gradually melted by his body temperature. Drying is uncomfortable.

Ning Zhou didn't complain, he took the water and drank it, it was the hot water prepared for him by Qi Le people.

The referee paid special attention to him and asked, "The next game is the final. Do you need to take a break?"

"What time is it?" Ning Zhou blurted out.

"Three thirty." The referee asked suspiciously, "What's the matter, are you in a hurry?"

"No, I..." Ning Zhou frowned, subconsciously turned around to look for Qi Leren, who was still sitting there, and waved to him happily, "It's okay."

"Since you're fine, why don't you take a short rest and recover your strength." The referee suggested kindly.

"Thank you, but I want to start the final as soon as possible." Ning Zhou said.

"Okay. Come on, we are all looking forward to seeing your victory." The referee smiled and said something that did not meet his neutrality requirements.

The tall and burly opponent Selo snorted softly, expressing his dissatisfaction with the referee's partiality.

"Okay, Sai Luo, don't be jealous, you are three or four years older than Ning Zhou." The referee was also familiar with Sai Luo, and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder, "Come on, don't be ashamed of Ning Zhou because of his young age." Underestimate his ability."

"I don't dare." Sai Luo glanced at Ning Zhou, his seemingly contemptuous eyes were dignified and vaguely fearful.

This guy is obviously just a child, why can he defeat opponents who are much older than him all the way?Sai Luo has watched Ning Zhou's competition carefully. His swordsmanship is indeed solid and his skills are outstanding, but he is confident that he is an opponent at the same level as him. His strength and experience are more abundant than Ning Zhou's.

But when Sai Luo and Ning Zhou stood on the field together, when he looked at Ning Zhou, who was young and young but already had the determination to defy life and death, he suddenly saw from his blue eyes full of desire for victory. I saw the possibility of my own failure.

He didn't want to admit defeat, so Selo slowly drew his sword.

Come on, let him see if the son of the holy nun is qualified to inherit her glory.

………………

Three forty.

"Ning Zhou!" Qi Leren exclaimed from the audience. He saw that Ning Zhou was retreating steadily under Sai Luo's attack, and when he avoided the fierce sword move, he was hit by a sword in his arm and was bleeding.

Holding the newly hatched little penguin, he ran from the auditorium to the railing in the front row.

During the singing of "To the Marias", Ning Zhou seemed to hear his voice. He got up from the arena and shook his head at Qi Leren.

The game is not over, and he has not conceded defeat.

Qi Le was extremely nervous, and the little penguin was even more nervous than him. It wriggled tenaciously in his clothes, trying to stick out its tiny head.Qi Leren reached into his clothes and held it up, and it poked its head out of the neckline immediately, looking around curiously.

In the fierce arena, Ning Zhou caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, and he looked at the little penguin in shock.

Qi Leren laughed, and he said loudly: "Come on, you have to bring back a champion for the child!"

Sai Luo almost slipped on the soles of his feet: "You even have children?"

Ning Zhou gave him a sword: "Just born."

Selo: "???"

If it wasn't on the field, he really wanted to ask.But soon, the situation did not allow him to be distracted from thinking about this issue. Ning Zhou seemed to have been stimulated by something, and each move was more fierce than the next, forcing him to switch from offense to defense, which completely fell into Ning Zhou's trap middle.

It was only then that Selo realized that he had made a mistake. He had discovered it when watching the game before. Once Ning Zhou's opponent turned to the defensive, he would lose quickly.This kid is as sharp as a godsend in offense. He can easily find the opponent's flaws. He neither hesitates nor hesitates. Once he spots a weak point, the offensive will be suppressed like a mountain.

The saber was knocked into the air, spinning in the air and falling onto the ice outside the arena.

"I lost." Selo admitted the reality in frustration.

Ning Zhou didn't respond politely, but immediately turned to look at the auditorium——Qi Leren jumped up and waved his arms excitedly, as if he wanted to give him a hug from the air.

The little penguin couldn't bear his excitement, and quietly turned back into his clothes. Qi Le took off his scarf, wrapped the little penguin, and held it up high, like a victory trophy.

At this moment, Ning Zhou had a real sense of victory.Great joy melted in his heart, like a whole glacier melting into the sea.

Amidst the deafening cheers of the audience, he showed a smile in a trance.

he made it?

he made it!

"I declare that the champion of this year's fencing competition is Ning Zhou!" The referee took Ning Zhou's hand and raised it above his head.

The whole arena is cheering and singing for him.The audience jumped out of the auditorium like crazy and rushed to Ning Zhou on the field.

He was hustled by the crowd and pushed to the ready podium.

He will lift the coveted trophy under the witness of all.

He will also prove that he is not a useless person, even if he cannot learn magic arts, he can still bring everyone victory.

More people flocked to the podium, and amidst the deafening cheers, Ning Zhou could no longer hear Qi Leren's voice.

He suddenly had a premonition, and standing on the podium, he hurriedly looked for Qi Leren in the crowd.

No, not here, not in the auditorium, where did the Qi Le people go?

At the moment when the crowd rushed to the arena, Qi Leren turned around and walked out of the arena against the flow of people.

"Don't you watch the awards ceremony?" Lance asked after chasing after him.

"I've seen him win, that's enough." Qi Leren endured the soreness in his heart, and tried his best to say calmly, "Besides, it's too late. It's 10:[-] now, and I'm going as fast as I can." It takes [-] minutes to run to Tranquility Square.”

"But, but..." Lance was extremely confused, but he couldn't speak.

"You take this little guy, give it to Ning Zhou, don't let it freeze." Qi Le gave the penguin wrapped in a warm scarf to Lance.

Lance hugged the penguin at a loss: "When are you coming back?"

"When he needs me again." Qi Le turned around and left gracefully, waving his back to Lance.

Among the cheers and crowds of thousands of people, only he left.