intoxicating

— draw lots —

"Xiyou, I have a question to ask you..." Gong Lingxi knocked on the door of the captain's room.

"Come in and talk..." Zuo Xiyou stepped aside to let Gong Lingxi in, and then closed the door.

"You said that the synchronization rate is high, is it abnormal?"

"Rare doesn't mean it's abnormal..." Zuo Xiyou said while taking a cup from the cabinet to make tea, "Are you thinking about Huajian?"

Miya Lingxi nodded.

"The first generation Zaiquan had a childhood sweetheart. He had a good relationship with the first generation, and they cooperated with each other tacitly. Even the spiritual representations were very compatible. When the synchronization rate was the highest, it reached 99%."

"Then what happened to him, childhood sweetheart?" Gong Lingxi eagerly wanted to know what happened next. He had learned about the great deeds of the first generation, but he never cared about the love and hate of these individuals.

"He became the six generals who founded the empire, and the most powerful assistant in the first generation."

"No more?" Gong Lingxi was surprised, shouldn't there be some earth-shattering love and hatred?

"What do you wish for?"

Zuo Xiyou looked at him with dark eyes, Gong Lingxi felt a little guilty, he was really panicked before, if Hua Jian had some special feelings for him, he didn't know how to face it.

"The history books say that the first generation had two right-hand men and a wise general who advised the first generation. What happened to these two people in the end?"

"One died well, the other died in a battle."

These contents were taught in the history class, and Gong Lingxi was looking for something to say, and Zuo Xiyou followed suit.

"The first generation never got married..." Gong Lingxi said again.

"what are you worried about?"

"In fact, they are lovers, but due to the situation, they have to hide it."

"They don't need to worry about this issue. In fact, their marriage contract can greatly stabilize the political situation of the empire at that time..."

Zuo Xiyou said, looking at Gong Lingxi, "The one who needs to worry about this is me."

"Xiyou..." Gong Lingxi read these two words, her mind went blank.

"Kala"

There was severe pain in his head, and the nerve signals sent to his limbs pulled him back to reality.

"Who did it?"

"Don't ask..." Gong Lingxi covered her head, trying to regain some reason.

The pain was like boiling hot water, and it couldn't calm down immediately after removing the firewood. After the aftermath cleared up, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Gong Lingxi's body.

Zuo Xiyou handed over a glass of warm water and said, "When will it be triggered?"

"Resonance, or an instrument that can produce a resonance effect."

"How long will this go on?"

"I don't know..." With half a glass of water in her stomach, Gong Lingxi felt better.

Zuo Xiyou sighed softly, "You told me not to ask, but if you don't tell me, how can I help you?"

"Is it a problem that I can't solve? Then I can ask Mr. Fang for help."

"No, you can't ask him for help..." Gong Lingxi stretched out her hand and grabbed the knuckle hand on her knee, "It doesn't matter who it is, even if it is..."

One of the three leaders of the empire, the highest leader of the military department.

"Okay, I'm not looking for them."

The force transmitted through the knuckles brought Gong Lingxi back to her senses, the temperature in the palm of her hand was like a hot current, flowing all over her body, dispelling the fear that surged in Gong Lingxi's heart.

He wasn't afraid of death at first, but the threats that permeated his surroundings and the crisis that would come at any time made him mentally collapse.

But now, with someone he cared about, he even started to fear death.

The spaceship is docked at the Love Star, and the people of the competition team have already arranged their accommodation. The rooms are standard rooms, and the details are allocated by each team.

Wu Lin swung his hand, and a list fell on the head of the assistant coach.

The assistant teacher looked at the names on the list and was extremely sad. The two female team members were easy to deal with, and they were directly assigned to a room, the captain and vice-captain shared a room, and the two pharmacists shared a room, which was convenient for technical exchanges.

Xie Qingyu and Zhao Chuan are of the same generation, so it is more suitable to live together.

There are four people left, Gong Lingxi, Jiang Qianming, Qi Zhao and Zheng Haoxuan.

If according to the state during training, Gong Lingxi and Qi Zhao lived together, and let the remaining two dangerous people live together, he can expect a large pile of compensation bills waiting for him.

Gong Lingxi can't live with Jiang Qianming either, he still remembers the night attack incident, if it's really arranged like this, it's like a sheep coming to the tiger's mouth.

Do you want to open a room for Jiang Qianming alone?

The teaching assistant bit the bullet and asked Wu Lin, and the answer he got was, "He is not a big girl, and it is a good idea to open a room for him, and I don't even have one."

"Then what do you think?"

"Find someone who can't fight."

The teaching assistant glanced at the list. Except for the two pharmacists, they were all bloody men.

It seemed that Jiang Qianming could only live with the pharmacist. After hesitating between Wang Ling and Huajian, the teaching assistant decided to choose Huajian.

Then Gong Lingxi and Wang Ling lived together, and Qi Zhao and Zheng Haoxuan lived together.

"Hello senior..." Gong Lingxi said.

"Hello, junior."

Then there was no sound in the room, only the small sounds of the two silently cleaning up.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a quarter of an hour, before Gong Lingxi said, "Have you ever been to the nearby Music Square?"

"I've been there."

"Is it fun there?"

"You want to go?"

Miya Lingxi nodded.

"You'll know when you go."

After a non-salty conversation, Gong Lingxi packed up and saluted, went out to take a taxi, and headed to the nearby Music Plaza.

He was alone, and the music plaza was full of couples. It took less than a minute for him to get out of the car before he realized his situation. A couple was particularly conspicuous in a place full of bachelors, and vice versa.

Ignoring the curious or sympathetic gazes around her, Gong Lingxi bought a ticket and entered the theater, where the famous opera happened to be playing.

Characters come on, act, and go off.

Falling in love with the king of the enemy country, but this person is still an enemy of destroying the country, this is a love story that is destined to be unsatisfactory. In the end, the heroine raised the sword and stabbed at the king. So falls on the crown.

Such an ancient love story, some people recite it all the time, like a curse, some people laugh at it, while some people read it, it goes with the wind, drifts by, and a new flower falls.

After watching the opera and leaving the theatre, the sky outside was completely darkened, lights were lit up in the square, and the colors of the lights were cut into pieces by the fountain, which looked grotesque and grotesque, making even those who were close at hand dim.

Gong Lingxi simply ate some food, took a taxi back, and returned to the hotel. It was exactly nine o'clock in the evening, and met An Lian who also came back from outside.

An Lian was still wearing a Taoist robe, which was black, making her skin extremely fair, with a notebook and a pen tucked around her waist.

"Just came back from sketching?"

An Lian showed a smile, very satisfied with today's harvest, "The buildings here are very special, and many ancient buildings have been preserved."

Two days before the game, the team leader and team leader went to the lottery. On the day of the lottery, there will be a real-time broadcast.

"Mingu Academy..." The host announced the first team to draw lots, "Please invite the representatives of Mingu Academy to come forward and draw lots."

The camera turned around and aimed at the competition seats. Before the camera could capture the person, a large piece of dark blue hair flashed in front of the camera, and then the back of the owner of the hair appeared in front of everyone.

"Please..." Just as the host said the first word, the person reached into the box and pulled out a numbered ball.

"Number one..." The host recorded the numbers drawn, intending to chat with the contestant to relax the atmosphere, "The first team was lucky enough to draw number one."

"Lucky, he actually said lucky..." A person in front of the screen couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and rolled on the sofa.

"As long as our captain wants, he can draw any number, but it's nothing to brag about, I can do it too..."

One person wiped the lenses of the glasses, and then pointed the lenses to the light, making sure that there was no trace of dirt, and then put them on again.

"Whoever is so unlucky will become our first opponent..." A woman came over, her tone was not gloating, but sympathetic, genuine and unpretentious sympathy, just like any sympathetic of people saw the faces of disaster victims.

"You're starting to sympathize with your opponent again, put away your cheap, overflowing sympathy..." the man with glasses said.

The woman ignored him at all, and stared at the screen instead. The corners of her lowered eyes flashed light for a moment, she licked her lower lip, and suddenly, she said again, "It's a pity, it was almost."

On the screen, Zuo Xiyou took out the number plate, the host took it and read, "Number two."

In the conference room where the Ziwei Empire team was located, the teaching assistant looked at the number drawn by Zuo Xiyou, and almost jumped up excitedly, but remembered that the students in the room were watching, and restrained their movements, but their faces showed joy.

Looking back, everyone was out of sync with him, "Aren't you excited?"

"Why are you excited?" Qi Zhao asked.

"Because in the regional competition, we will not meet Ming Wei Academy."

"Don't number one and number two meet in the first match?"

The assistant coach looked around the crowd and explained, "No. [-] will compete with the last No. [-], the winning team will become the new No. [-], and No. [-] will compete with the second last No., and the winning team will become the new No. [-]. If you keep winning, you will always be No. [-], and No. [-] and No. [-] will enter the rematch together.”

"Is number two unlucky?" Xie Qingyu asked, propping his cheeks, "Eternal number two?"

"It doesn't matter what number it is, it's our lucky number now."

"I suddenly suspected that Ming Mo Academy deliberately drew the number one..." Wang Ling mentioned something unintentionally, moved the stool, and found that everyone was looking at him, "I'm joking, don't take it seriously."

"This is a reasonable guess..." Han Yichen said, "The chance is less than [-]%, who of you can do it?"

"Didn't the captain draw number two? It's also less than one percent chance..." Qi Zhao said.

Han Yichen thought, you are still on the bar, the captain is purely lucky, and he can compare with others, when he saw someone in the last seat raised his hand to signal, he gave him a look, "What do you think?"

"Their captain didn't seem to be in the game last year."

Gong Lingxi researched the video of last year's games, especially the decisive battle, but there was no such figure anywhere. Even if his hair grew long and he went to dye it, he couldn't find anyone with a similar face.

Han Yichen also thought of this question, but he didn't have time to answer it.

Instead, the teaching assistant on the side called out, "I forgot, Instructor Wu asked me to send this information to everyone before going out..."

But now it was too late for group sending, and the teaching assistant directly typed the information on the screen, "This is the list of participants for this year's Mingwei Academy. The system was just updated today."

Immediately afterwards, pictures and those unfamiliar names appeared on the light screen.

After the demonstration, the teaching assistant said, "Ming Wei Academy has a habit of changing team members every three years, not just one person, but everyone."

"Even as a champion?"

"Yes, so far, there are no accidents."