Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 395 Combat Department Competition

Ling Feifei had already noticed such a big movement.

Putting down his hands, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the broken flower pots on the ground, with a wooden face.

Nan Shu was probably the only one who was calm in the audience.

"Referee, can you announce the result of the game?" Nan Shu asked.

She still had to rush to the competition venue of the combat department.

The crisp female voice interrupted the endless cycle of images in the referee's mind. He looked at Nan Shu's face, and his voice, which was always as steady as an electronic voice, was very stiff: "Ling Feifei faces Nan Shu, and Nan Shu wins!"

After the words fell, without waiting for others to react, Nan Shu stepped off the stage directly, with a figure like the wind, and went straight to the exit of the gymnasium.

There are only 10 minutes left, if she doesn't run, she probably won't be able to make it to the battle match point.

In a blink of an eye, there was no sign of Nan Shu in the gymnasium.

Leave the audience in an uproar.

"Damn! Nan Shu is overbearing!"

"I'm a junior, and this is the first time I've seen this happen on the field!"

"Crush, crush in a second!"

"Suddenly I feel sorry for Nan Shu. After finishing one of the competitions, I have to go to the battle point to continue the competition."

Originally, they all thought that Nan Shu was afraid of Ling Feifei, but what happened?As a result, it only took one second!
No wonder there is no rush!
No wonder Nanshu is in the mood to pay attention to combat competitions!

The uproar was louder and louder.

Bai Ming slapped his thigh fiercely, "Let me just say, Nanshu has nothing to do with being low-key at all!"

Xu Ying nodded vigorously: "Nan Shu also said that she wanted to keep a low profile, but now it's all over. Everyone in the three competitions knows that Nan Shu will compete in two departments at the same time."

"But Nan Shu's luck is no one else."

How low is the probability of this happening?

First of all, you have to apply for two departments, and secondly, these two departments have to be selected by the system at the same time, and the competition will be held at the same time.

Then, you have to be drawn by two departments successively.

Such a coincidence, if it weren't for the organizer of this competition being Oshuang, they would have suspected that someone was going to punish Nan Shu.

"Hahaha." Doyle laughed loudly, swept away the depression just now, and directed at Ling Qiu, very proudly: "Director Ling, you are laughing at me, our top students in Aushuang have always been like this, simple and rude. It's too hard, don't mind."

Ling Qiu's face turned red and then pale.

"Hey, it's Nanshu's fault. She should have made a transition. How could she have acted now, and it only took a second. It scared Director Ling. It really shouldn't be."

"Yeah, our Aushuang students are still inferior to Kang Xia in this regard. After all, we didn't work hard and won in one go. Unlike Kang Xia's students, who worked hard for a long time alone, Ling Zhi didn't move. .”

"That can't be the same, Nanshu is the killer weapon of our spiritual planting department."

Dao Er and Sheng Fu, you have successfully made Ling Qiu black with your words.

"Okay, let's watch the game." Ross stepped forward.

In the audience, Ling Feifei pestered the referee, "Why did you announce the result before the game time?"

"Because the result of the game is already obvious." The referee said coldly.

"But it's not the end, how do you know if I'll fight back?" Ling Feifei scratched her neck.

She knew in her heart that with Nan Shu's strength, she would never be able to fight back, but she was just upset.

Originally, Nanshu was definitely going to lose in the combat department match, but now it is good, because the referee announced in advance that Nanshu rushed to the combat department, why?
Why give Nan Shu this chance.

The referee was already suffocating, but his expression turned even colder when he heard the words, "I'm the one who announced the result after the points have been drawn. Don't mess around, get out of the game as soon as possible, and don't delay my next game."

"I don't care!" Ling Feifei couldn't help being angry.

"I can still win, why do you want to announce that Nan Shu wins? Are you partial to Nan Shu?"

The referee instantly lowered his face, staring at Ling Feifei with dark eyes, "Favourit? Good!"

The referee pointed to the juvenile Huolingzhi in front of Ling Feifei, "I'll give you a chance, if you can now grow this Huolingzhi to the size of this tree, I will ask them to retract my judgment just now , You are judged to win. Not only that, Nanshu's qualification for combat competitions is also invalidated."

The referee's voice was loud, and the entire auditorium heard every word clearly.

Ross stood up, his smiling face disappeared, "That's right, if student Ling can successfully grow Huo Lingzhi into a tree as big as this, then Nan Shu's qualification for the competition will be invalidated, and he will lose both competitions!"

Ling Feifei choked.

The two eyes kept turning in their sockets.

That's what she said.

The entire auditorium was quiet, except for the auditorium of Emperor Aosi's Lingzhi Department which was very noisy.

"Dean, I agree!"

"The competition requires fairness. As long as Ling Feifei can do it, Nanshu will lose!"

Ross nodded, and his eyes fell on Ling Feifei: "Student Ling, let's start giving birth."

Ling Feifei panicked now, her face turned red and she was in a dilemma.

Ling Qiu sighed, suppressed the boredom in his heart, and put on a smile on his face: "Principal Luosi was joking, of course our students in Kang Xia can both compete and lose, depending on the strength of Nanshu students, the result of the competition Unmistakable."

Ling Feifei lowered her head and curled her lips.

"That's good." Rose said, "Nan Shu won the game by her own strength, and the result of the game is correct. If you have any questions, you can ask them, and don't talk about people behind their backs."

Ling Qiu secretly bit the tip of his tongue, feeling sullen.

This is the end of a farce.

Ling Feifei stepped off the stage with displeasure written all over her face.

Someone around her coaxed her, "By the way, Nanshu is fighting against Dong Zhiyi this time, so he must lose."

"That's right, even if Nan Shu is qualified for the competition, she will still lose if she catches up. Don't be angry, Feifei."

One mouthful of "lose" made Ling Feifei upset and waved her hands irritably, "Okay, okay, I understand."

Combat match point.

From time to time, someone cast their eyes on the empty and wide open door.

There are still 10 minutes. If Nan Shu runs fast, she can catch up.

Nan Shu arrived really fast, with the blessing of spiritual power, the wind was blowing under her feet, and when she arrived, there were only 15 minutes left in 3 minutes.

"Look! Nan Shu is here."

"Catch up, it's not easy."

The empty gate came out to meet the light, Nan Shu slowed down her pace, her breath was steady, her eyes scanned the gymnasium, approaching the most central field.

Because it is a combat game, the ground is paved with thick star stones, the hard surface is slightly rough, and the friction is relatively high.

The surrounding area is even wider, more than ten meters long. At the junction of the central competition field and the auditorium, a protective cover is specially raised to protect the audience from the impact of the competition.

Nan Shu approached the competition field in the center, and saw her opponent, Dong Zhiyi, in the center of the field.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved school uniform, his arms were exposed, his muscles were clearly defined, his strong and powerful figure was blocked by the black school uniform, and only the rest of his white skin could be seen.

From the neck up, there is a clear and handsome face.

His eyebrows are picturesque, his nose is straight, and the corners of his lips are naturally curved. When he is not smiling, his breath is peaceful and far away, and he does not look like a "battle madman" at all.

Nanshu was slightly startled, stood opposite Dong Zhiyi, and turned her eyes to the referee, "Australian Emperor Lingzhi is Nanshu, here we come."

The referee called Wu Bandit and looked at Nan Shu, "Well, the qualifications for the competition are still the same."

"Nan Shu."

Suddenly a person came down from the auditorium.

Fair and beautiful, with slightly flustered hair, half curled, with her chin raised high, she walked up to Nan Shu: "Nan Shu, do you still remember the agreement you made with us?"

"remember."

"That's good." Ye Yan sneered, "If you lose, you and Jiang Wan will apologize to me in public."

"Win or lose?" Dong Zhiyi said suddenly.

The voice is light and gentle.

Ye Yanliang immediately turned her head to look at Dong Zhiyi, her arrogant posture changed instantly, and her voice was soft and soft: "Senior Dong, this is the private agreement between me and Nan Shu."

Dong Zhiyi was puzzled.

"We agreed that if Nan Shu and you met in a combat competition and you won, Nan Shu and Jiang Wan would have to apologize to us in public."

"If we don't win, Ye Yanliang will have to apologize to us." Nan Shu added.

Everyone was stunned.

It turns out that Nan Shu and Ye Yanliang still have this agreement.

Dong Zhiyi's lips were straightened, and his complexion paled.

It's really not happy to be regarded as a part of the game without a chance.

Ye Yanliang tugged at the hem of her skirt, saw Dong Zhiyi's face, felt a little uneasy in her heart, and leaned forward: "Senior Dong, I really didn't think of this, but Nanshu and the others are too much, saying that they will definitely beat you , I couldn't be more angry, so I bet with them."

"At the beginning, it was just words of encouragement from my friend. If classmate Ye could get angry like this, then I can only say, classmate Ye, you are too serious."

Nan Shu said lightly.

Dong Zhiyi's indifferent eyes fell on Nan Shu.

He is a student of Wangze. He was an exchange student in his sophomore year, went to the Empire, and just returned to the Federation not long ago.

He had also heard about Nanshu in the empire, and he had heard a lot about it when he came back these days, but he never expected that the first time they met would be in the college competition.

Not to mention that it was indirectly involved in the gambling contract.

Ye Yanliang rolled her eyes, "I didn't take it seriously."

The referee looked at the time, "Okay, don't disturb the progress of the game, the game is a game, let's talk about private matters in private."

Ye Yanliang closed her mouth, looked at Nan Shu, and added: "Just remember the bet. When the pizza is over, I'll wait for you and Jiang Wan to apologize."

After finishing speaking, he cast his gentle eyes on Dong Zhiyi, and said in a shy voice, "Senior, come on, I believe in you."

After finishing speaking, he trotted off the field.

The referee withdrew his gaze, took a step back, and raised his voice: "The sixth match, Nanshu vs. Dongzhiyi, the match begins!"

After speaking, retreat to the corner.

Only Nan Shu and Dong Zhiyi were left in the middle of the field.

The women are beautiful and the men are handsome, Dong Zhiyi is taller, his breath is calm and light, his face is like a crown jade, like a painting.

Nan Shu stood opposite him, tall and slender, her back was as straight as a pine, and she was graceful and graceful, not at all inferior.

One is the famous man of Aushuang, and the other is the genius of Wang Ze. The two stood together, thinking of Ye Yanliang's bet just now, everyone didn't know what to say.

"Students from the Lingzhi department face off against students from the Combat department. It's clear at a glance who wins and who loses."

"How could Nanshu agree to such a bet? It's possible that she was so stimulated that she agreed."

"That's right, who doesn't know that students from the Lingzhi department are generally weak in combat effectiveness, not to mention Dong Zhiyi is still a fighting maniac."

On the high platform, Zhao Ning, the head of Wangze's Combat Department, sat steadily, with a well-thought-out plan.

He doesn't care about the betting, he knows that Nanshu will definitely lose against Shangdong Zhiyi.

In the Lingzhi competition field, Ling Qiu saw the fighting competition from a distance.

Most of the depression in my heart dissipated, "Student Nanshu is really lucky."

Even Dong Zhiyi could be bumped into by her.

Doyle shook his toes, "Nanshu has always been very lucky."

"Yes, it depends on whether Nan Shu can crush her this time."

Ling Qiu bit the word "crushing".

After finishing speaking, Ling Qiu brought the topic to the dean of Wangze College, Ka He.

"Dean Kahe, it seems that there is no suspense in this game."

You Wangze Academy will win.

Wang Ze and Huang Aosi did not deal with each other, but Kahe was always superficial and shook his head, "Where, Huang Aosi's students are always good."

Ling Qiu smiled, and waited for the next game with a smile on his face.

Nan Shu just stole the limelight, but it won't be so in the future.

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Combat competitions gathered the eyes of the three arenas.

At the beginning of the match, Dong Zhiyi's gaze on Nan Shu was instantly sharp, and his calm and light breath retreated inch by inch. He really looked like an attacking beast, exuding a strong sense of aggression all over his body.

The appearance of a fighting madman first appeared.

The atmosphere on the field was tense instantly.

Bo Ling sat on the stage, his eyes tightened slightly.

Dong Zhiyi moved.

Quickly rushing towards Nanshu, galloping in a strong wind, clenched his fist with his right hand, gathering a lingering force in mid-air, the wind of the fist was blatant, and the breath was terrifying.

With her fists straight at the door, Nan Shu didn't panic, she raised her hand, and her bare hands gathered strength to meet Dong Zhiyi.

Palm to fist!

"drink--"

The audience gasped and broke into a cold sweat for Nan Shu.

Nan Shu dared to receive Dong Zhiyi's fist.

The smile on Ling Qiu's face widened.

Others don't know, but Dong Zhiyi understands that Nan Shu's sharp palm seems soft and gentle, but in fact it is as thick as water, thick and natural, and its power is not inferior to his own.

"boom!"

Punch and palm collided in the air.

"Puff puff!"

Like a hand-to-hand combat, the air exploded, and the originally calm air was forcibly torn out into a stream of air.

Each took two steps back, and both sides were safe and sound.

Evenly matched!

The scene shocked the eyeballs.

As long as Dong Zhiyi is fine, how can Nan Shu be fine?
Could it be that Dong Zhiyi didn't try his best?
"Come again!"

Dong Zhiyi's muscles bulged, and a look of excitement flashed across Qing Juan's face. With a loud shout, he went straight to Nan Shu.

The speed is twice as fast as before!
"it is good!"

The woman's clear voice.

The spiritual power gathered under his feet, and the weak and boneless hands burst out with powerful strength at this moment, with two fingers bent, they approached Dong Zhiyi's throat.

Dong Zhiyi met Nan Shu in midair, leaned back, and bent 180 degrees. After avoiding Nan Shu's blow, he jumped up, bent his elbow, and stabbed Nan Shu.

Nan Shu dodged a backflip and attacked again.

The battle is in full swing!

You come and go, punch and palm, pick and stab, all using the most primitive power of the flesh.

Dongzhi Yiyue fought more and more fiercely, his breath was violent, his bulging muscles pushed up the short sleeves of his school uniform, and his whole body was like a wild beast defending the territory.

Nan Shu is not weaker, against Shang Dong Zhiyi, force against force, fist against palm, Dong Zhiyi is ruthless, Nan Shu is more ruthless than him, not at all inferior.

The sharp and fast moves dazzled the eyes.

Someone was stunned, "Nan Shu is taking the initiative."

Don't avoid, just go straight!
People from the five major colleges were all there. Seeing this scene, they couldn't close their mouths in shock, and cursed: "Damn! Who told me that the people in the Lingzhi department are weak!"

Nan Shu is weak?
Aren't they scumbags then? !

Not only the students in the Combat Department collapsed, but also the students in the Lingzhi Department.

A classmate of Aushuang Lingzhi Department cried: "Let Nan Shu go to the Combat Department, the force value of our Spiritual Plant Department is really not high."

It would be a disaster if people from the fighting department would only fight with people from their spiritual planting department in the future.

They're not Nan Shu, they can't compete with others in the combat department.

Intense on the field, intense off the field.

Doyle laughed again, very proud, "Oh, I didn't crush this time, but it's evenly matched, and Director Ling will be disappointed."

Ling Qiu's stiff face was almost distorted by Doyle's anger.

Nanshu is good at controlling Lingzhi, but she didn't expect her strength to be so high.

···
No one noticed that a man quietly walked in at the entrance of the gymnasium.

Wearing casual clothes, white shirt and black trousers, handsome features, dark eyes, eyes fell on the field, and there were ripples in the bottom of the eyes.

He turned a corner, walked around to the auditorium, found a hidden position, stood upright on the spot, and looked at the two people fighting on the field.

Dong Zhiyi's title of fighting madman is not for nothing, and he hasn't used supernatural powers yet, but his body's various functions are excellent, with quick response and strong adaptability.

Fisting with wind, looking at Nanshu's eyes is like looking at a fierce beast, excited, with a strong desire to fight and fight.

Nan Shu's face was reddish, her clear eyes were not calm, and they were stained with a sharp look. The long-lost desire to fight was aroused from the bottom of her heart, and she completely forgot about the outside world. She only had Dong Zhiyi as her opponent in her eyes.

"Bang bang bang."

"puff"

"Click"

The sound of air blasting, the muffled sound of bodies colliding, and the sharp sound of breath, accompanied by the most primitive physical fighting and the most fierce and brash movements, perfectly presented a visual feast.

This is the game, this is the real master's tricks!

There is nothing to say except strong.

Behind the auditorium, beside the hidden position, Lu Xuan smiled.

The war has lasted for a long time, and a new round of competition in the Department of Literature has begun.

Looking at the fighting system, the game is still going on.

Nan Shu and Dong Zhiyi were evenly matched, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

But compared to the fierceness at the beginning, the speed of the two was a little slower, Nan Shu was panting slightly, and her wrists felt sore.

Spiritual power focuses on strength, not body, and it's okay to fight with Dong Zhiyi for a while, but if she fights for a long time, she will lose.

And, she also has a literature department competition.

Nan Shu's thoughts changed sharply. On the opposite side, Dong Zhiyi's iron fist struck again. Nan Shu turned sideways, her eyes inadvertently glanced off the field, and suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the person standing in the corner of the auditorium.

The facial features are sharp and handsome, and the figure is tall and straight.

It's Lu Xuan.

Nan Shu shook her head.

Why did Lu Xuan come here?

In the next second, an iron fist strikes like the wind.

Lu Xuan's eyebrows sank for a moment.

Nan Shu came back to her senses, stepped back quickly, and quickly avoided by relying on her perception of danger.

But still a step behind.

The ribs were rubbed by the iron fist, and the severe pain instantly spread throughout the whole body. Nan Shu's face changed slightly, and her ruddy face instantly turned white.

Lu Xuan's heart twitched in an instant, and a dark and deep breath surged in her black eyes.

The two wrestling finally separated.

The people in the auditorium finally took a breath. The battle was too intense. They had been tense just now, afraid that they might miss it.

The violent aura on Dong Zhiyi's body hadn't dissipated yet, he stared at Nan Shu's pale face, and said coldly, "You're distracted."

Rubbing her ribs, the pain hadn't gone away, Nan Shu twitched the corners of her mouth, with her usual expression, she shouted, "Come again!"

After the words fell, Dong Zhiyi jumped up again, and with the wind under his feet, he rushed towards Nan Shu.

Nan Shu opened her arms, channeled her spiritual power, stepped back instead of advancing, and continued to retreat.

"Nanshu changed her tactics, so she didn't face her head-on."

"Yes, Nan Shu is a girl. Compared with Dong Zhiyi, there is a huge gap in physical strength."

"I guess the entanglement won't last long. Although Nan Shu is strong, she will still lose."

"drink--"

Nanshu dodged Dong Zhiyi's attack, gave a clear drink, and raised her hand, the pure and powerful spiritual power instantly condensed into an invisible white practice, and the storm broke out!
Through the protective cover, everyone can feel the violently fluctuating air.

Dong Zhiyi, who was about to attack Nanshu, stopped instantly. Seeing the dangerous aura heading straight to the door, without thinking about it, he raised his palm, and a hot flame shot out, like tongues of fire, to meet Nanshu spiritual power.

This is also the first time Nanshu has seen Dong Zhiyi's supernatural ability.

The fire was raging and boiling hot.

It completely fits the image of Dong Zhiyi as a fighting madman.

The spiritual power is invisible, but the flame is tangible. When the two collided violently in mid-air, there was a "boom", and the fireworks scattered half of the sky.

The flames lingered in mid-air and descended one after another.

"Wow--"

The audience was slightly startled.

In the next second, Nan Shu shot again, her body was in the air, facing the flames behind her, her flying hands brought out afterimages, and she made a volley in the air, her movements were so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

Success!
Accompanied by the shadow of the sword, the cold light flew towards Zhiyi in the east.

Dong Zhiyi frowned, only to feel that the surrounding venues were changing in an instant. In an instant, it was a gymnasium paved with raw star stones, and in an instant, it was like sea water pouring in. The water shadow changed, and there was a biting chill in the cold.

The extremely threatening aura came, Dong Zhiyi stood firmly on the spot, his skin was cold, he raised his hand, the fire ability was forced out, the icy aura immediately subsided, but what followed was a frenzied riot spiritual power!

Dong Zhiyi shot very quickly, and the flames merged into a fire dragon, scurrying around the surroundings filled with cold light and water shadows.

The scene is strange and magnificent.

No one thought that Nan Shu was not weak at all compared to supernatural powers!

Most of the spiritual power in Nan Shu's body was emptied, and she fell back to the ground. Soon, a green and flexible vine condensed from the palm of her hand, stabbing towards Dong Zhiyi.

The vines were like the wind, and Dong Zhiyi relied on his years of perception to dodge quickly, his arms were scratched by spiritual power, and blood spattered.

Beads of blood splashed onto the ground and began to spatter violently.

Suddenly dead silence.

Staring at the blood flower on the ground, someone stammered, "Nan Shu let Dong Zhiyi see the blood."

What kind of devil is Nanshu!
Dong Zhiyi, known as a fighting maniac, Dong Zhiyi, who had beaten Wangze's invincible hands all over, was injured by Nan Shu.

Everyone looked at Nan Shu with horror.

Nan Shu is so tough!
Served.

In the future, whoever says that the fighting power of the spiritual plant system is weak, they will be the first to not believe it!
On the stage, the head of the Combat Department suddenly wanted to open his brain and send a message to Doyle.

Let Nanshu come to their combat department.

They need it for combat!
　Doyle: Why do people always grab Nanshu from me (╯^╰)?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)