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The Tenth Planet——

The crew asked a few more people, and finally asked about the whereabouts of a regular customer.

When asked about his whereabouts, he left the bar in a hurry to meet up with his companions.

The companion said, "Where is she?"

"Hospital."

After the game that day, Mou Yue's wound deteriorated, and the medical condition of the first planet was backward, so she had to wear a plaster cast and was hospitalized.

During the hospitalization, several new recruits were busy.Besides, she didn't know anyone else here, so when she saw a group of people in crew uniforms looking for her, her first reaction was that she was looking for the wrong person.

The purpose of those people coming to her was also very strange. They even said that they would give her a sum of money to study in university.

After thinking that she had nothing to deceive, Mou Yue took the funds and a letter of recommendation at the same time, and went to the university mentioned in the letter to register.

These people did not leave the Fog Meteor Starfield, but boarded a dangling spaceship, and after three days of heart-testing flight, they arrived at the tenth planet.

The tenth planet, also known as the wasteland star, or one of the wasteland stars, is a collective name for those planets that are backward and have no resources.

If the first planet is the slums of the empire, then this is the slums of the old era. It lacks all advanced conditions, no brains, no computers, and only sporadic residents piece together a small town. There is a church in the center of the town. Most of the residents were disheveled, wandering outside the town, some curled up, motionless.

Seeing this scene, these well-educated elites were quite shocked. In their impression, the first planet was already backward enough.

What's even more unbelievable is that Mou Yue was actually cultivated under such an environment. Could it be that talent can really surpass the tens of thousands of years of scientific and technological development of the empire.

But now, the task assigned to them by the empire is to find another genius, or they have already disappeared.

If they wanted to find someone, they naturally had to ask the local wise men. When they came to the church, they saw a middle-aged man wearing the robes of a church priest and preaching to the local residents.

"You want to find a child as special as Mu Yue?" The priest thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Except for Mu Yue, I have never seen any other special child."

"Then when she came, did she have any other companions?"

"Only her, sir."

"Did she bring anything, such as a box like this..." The man gestured for a while.

The priest shook his head suspiciously.

Several people looked at each other, and they all saw the disappointment in it.

After several people left, the priest picked up the book he had read countless times and continued to preach. Suddenly, a vague shadow appeared in his mind.

"Mou Yue, what are you doing?"

"Dig the earth and bury it."

"What a wonderful box, it's a pity to bury it..." the priest sincerely sighed, this box has a beauty that doesn't belong here.

"This is Mu Yue's. Don't let Asi see it. He will steal it."

"Leave it here for me, and I'll keep it for you, okay?"

Mou Yue lowered her head and pondered for a long time, then pouted, "Not good."

Then he continued to bury the box, but in the evening of the same day, the priest saw Mou Yue sneaking into the backyard again and dug out the buried box.

As for after that, he never saw the box again.

Since it was gone, there was nothing wrong with him answering that he didn't see it, and the box they mentioned might not be the one he saw.

Unbeknownst to the priest, his church had been searched long ago, but the search was carried out very secretly and no one was alarmed.

After the search, several people gathered together and shared their own information.

"I went to the dormitory area and only found a bag of broken gingerbread under the pillow."

"I went to the chapel and there's nothing there either."

"It seems that the target object is not here."

"What now? Are we going to search for nearby planets?"

"I'm going to report to my superiors and see their instructions."

A few minutes later, the instructions were sent back to continue the search, and several people left in the same wobbly spaceship, heading for the ninth planet.

——Nine years ago——

Mou Yue hugged the box, and left the backyard with a "dada", trying to hide the box in the priest's study, but bumped into a slender figure suddenly while walking through the corridor.

"Little sister, are you okay?"

It was a nice voice, but Mou Yue still felt strange, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Elf of the garden."

"Elves? Why have I never seen them before?"

"I live in a garden, and I come out only at night."

"So it's like this..." Mou Yue nodded, accepting the elf's explanation.

"Your box is very beautiful. Shall I exchange it with you for the most beautiful flower in the garden?"

As he said that, a flower appeared in the man's hand. The flower had a charming fragrance, and even the dark night could not hide its beautiful orange color.

Mou Yue stared at the flower, and after a few seconds, she shook her head and said, "No."

"The most beautiful bird in that garden."

As he said that, another cage appeared in his hand, and the bird in the cage sang crisply, which was better than any bird she had ever heard.

"No."

"Then what do you want?"

"Gingerbread, I want a big bag of gingerbread. I can eat it all day. No, I can eat it all week."

"It's very simple, come to the garden stone table every night at this time, you can find what you want."

From then on, for a week, Mou Yue could find gingerbread under the stone table every day, and she gave the box to the elves in the garden in exchange.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the gingerbread found under the stone table is extremely delicious. Although the gingerbread made by the priest is also delicious, these are two completely different delicacies.

"I knew it would be a month..." Lying in the hospital, Mou Yue recalled the things in her childhood with a little regret.

The game continued. After Jiang Qianming, they launched Qi Zhao's live broadcast of the game. Compared with Jiang Qianming's unaesthetic fighting process, Qi Zhao's game is obviously more enjoyable. After the game, his fans have already established A fan club.

In addition, there have been many new faces who have attracted attention, some low-key geniuses, and some students who have been trained by colleges and universities.

Gong Lingxi received news of a few more games, and it became more and more difficult to win the following games, which also meant that she was getting closer and closer to becoming a member of the team.

——Army Breaker——

At the end of a match, Qi Zhao withdrew from the match, and immediately friends came to congratulate him.

"Congratulations, you won another game, ah, this should be very easy for you."

"The opponent is very serious. Every game, I have something to reflect on."

"You are too strict with yourself, no one is your opponent except Jiang Qianming."

"If you haven't compared it, you won't know."

Knowing his usual cautious attitude, his friend didn't try to persuade him any more. Just as he was thinking of talking about something lighter, the scene of the clash of weapons fell into his eyes.

Glancing at the accounts of both sides, he said, "Do you want to study all the opponents?"

Qi Zhao's attention was all on the video, and he didn't answer his question, but just analyzed it silently in his heart.

He is very good at analysis, and it is not surprising that he is connected with the origin of the opponent's weapon design.

He is very low-key, there are not many game videos uploaded on the Internet, and there are very few people who follow him. This is very strange. As a bicritical, this gimmick should be enough, but the organizers didn't even think about live broadcasting.

The organizers will not ignore an opportunity that can bring benefits. In reality, the fame is too small to be quickly converted into popularity. During the competition, there are many players who quickly accumulate popularity through the competition, but they also need to be consciously promoted.

Wait, why are there all his posts and analysis posts on the Internet?What about an objective and neutral audience?

Qi Zhao scrolled down and found that the posters came from various places, including the Wumeteor Starfield, which is famous for its chaos and poverty.

[Dare to beat our big sister's head into the hospital, just wait until I call the brothers. 】

【Brother, but we don’t have the money for the spaceship. 】

[Lian Zhenxing, I heard that all the bars there are made of gold. 】

Qi Zhao decisively closed the post, got up under the astonished eyes of his friends, and ran to the training room for training.

——Ziweixing——

As night fell, a grand banquet was being held. As the invitee of the banquet, Song Zhenyu took every opportunity to make friends with celebrities from all walks of life, noble ladies in fine clothes, and gentlemen with polite manners.

Food from all over the empire gathered at the banquet, and there were popular stars playing the piano. The person Song Zhenyu had heard of was Dongmen Yao, who was studying in the music department.

The other party was wearing a well-fitting tuxedo, with his hair combed back, and under the light, his face was more delicately lined up, like the Prince Charming that countless little girls dreamed of.

It's just a clown, and he is not much different, except that Song Zhenyu holds something more attractive in his hand, which is an equivalent exchange item printed with the portrait of the first Zai Quan.

——Lian Zhenxing——

Gong Lingxi, who was about to fall asleep, received an email, an invitation to join a club. After thinking for a moment, Gong Lingxi threw it into the trash can.

The quilt was covered again, and the screen flickered again.

Is that spam again?Gong Lingxi opened it, and found that the sender was the organizer of the competition, and finally came. There was no news for three days, and he thought he was despised by the system.

What?immediately……