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Chapter 439 Big Competition Results (25)

As Lu Xuan said, "Nan Shu will win."

The fierce battles took place one after another, and after half an hour, two people were successfully eliminated, leaving Nan Shu, Wang Minghao, and Wu Yi.

Half an hour is not long for the three of them, but the championship game takes a lot of effort. Half an hour after the game, both Wang Minghao and Wu Yi's faces were a little ugly, slightly pale, but Nan Shu's expression was normal, not red Out of breath.

"I think Nanshu should win."

"Not necessarily, it might be Wang Minghao."

"Wang Minghao is a third-year senior with rich experience, and he is still a boy. His stamina must be higher than that of Nan Shu."

There was a lot of discussion in the field.

Someone sneered, "Who cares about Wang Minghao and Nan Shu, as long as one of them wins, then Emperor Aussie wins."

Everyone who said this fell silent.

It really is.

Both Nan Shu and Wang Minghao belonged to Aushuang, as long as one of them wins, then Aushuang won.

In this way, Aushuang will have one more department champion.

The students can figure out the reason, and the principals sitting on the high platform can also figure it out. Kahe and Zhao Bohan are sitting upright, watching the game below, engrossed.

In contrast, Doyle and Ross are slightly more relaxed.

The competition is coming to an end, and the rankings are about to come out. No surprises, they will be No. [-] this year.

Wang Minghao and Nan Shu were also aware of this problem. They joined forces and besieged Wu Yi together. Wu Yi lost and was quickly defeated.

Zhao Bohan's complexion turned bad again, looking at Nan Shu and Wang Minghao who were besieging Wu Yi, he said sarcastically, "It's really a concerted effort."

Doyle answered, "Of course, we Aushuang people are not stupid."

Zhao Bohan was so angry that his heart ached and he pulled his face.

It's not that he can't hold back, but that the results of Yutang Academy this year are really bad. If Wu Yi wins the championship of the combat department, Yutang Academy will feel better about it, but who knows, they just met in the finals. If the two Aushuangs can win this time, it will be a hell of a life.

Sure enough, Wu Yi was unable to backhand due to the joint attack of the two, and was finally out.

The moment the referee declared Wu Yi out, Zhao Bohan's face turned dark.

Doyle and Rose laughed together.

The champion of the combat department belongs to Emperor Aussie.

Wu Yi was out, and only Nan Shu and Wang Minghao were left on the field.

Wang Minghao and Nan Shu had met each other during the assessment, and now they faced each other again, both of them were fighting.

Flying up, Wang Minghao's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, and he directly attacked Nan Shu with all his strength.

Nanshu greeted her brazenly.

The two fought together.

Huo Yi stood under the stage, looked at the two, and remembered the battle between himself and Nan Shu, his face darkened.

This is called a competition. The match between myself and Nan Shu was not happy at all, it was simply black history.

Huo Yi complained silently in his heart.

Wang Minghao's moves were fast, and Nan Shu was not slow either. The wind was blowing under his feet, bringing a chill, and releasing a few ice picks from time to time, which dazzled people.

Wang Minghao has watched Nanshu's games and is familiar with Nanshu's routines. Even if he is accidentally disturbed by Nanshu's endless tricks, he is still steady.

Five or ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the speed of both of them slowed down. Nan Shu sideways avoided Wang Minghao's sharp blade, raised her plain hand, and stabbed Wang Minghao with a cold ice cone.

Everywhere is dangerous.

Wang Minghao's gaze swept across Nan Shu's face, and a cold air suddenly gushed out from his face. Immediately afterwards, Wang Minghao felt his arms go numb, and the seams of his bones seemed to be penetrated by this cold air.

Immediately after getting the ice pick, there was a sharp sound of piercing through the air.

"呲-"

The icicle slashed across his arm, spattering a streak of blood.

The next second, the vine in Nan Shu's hand came.

Everything happened in an instant, and when everyone came back to their senses, they saw Wang Minghao clutching his arm and shouting at Nan Shu: "I lost."

Nan Shu nodded, "Accept."

Wang Minghao was convinced.

Xu Ying stood in the auditorium, tugging Jiang Wan's arm excitedly, "Jiang Wan!"

"I heard."

Wang Minghao said that he lost.

Doesn't Nanshu just win three championships? !

Bai Ming was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Looking at Nan Shu on the field, he finally sighed, "Sister Nan Shu is really cruel."

To win the championship of three departments in a row, what is it if it is not cruel?
Doyle was refreshed, especially after seeing Zhao Bohan's black face, he was in a happy mood.

Kahe was calmer than Zhao Bohan, stood up from his seat, and congratulated Doyle, "The Lingzhi department really has a lot of talents."

Doyle was proud, and the smile on his face was undisguised, "Of course."

He had said earlier that Nanshu was their weapon of spiritual planting.

Well now, three champions, well deserved.

On the field, the referee couldn't help being excited, walked between the two, and shouted loudly: "The champion of the fighting department in the college competition——Nan Shu!"

South Shu.

This sentence resounded through the field three times in one day.

Every time is an honor.

Some people joked, "Why is Nan Shu so tough? Is she still from the Lingzhi Department?"

The students of the Lingzhi Department are also very helpless. Nanshu is tough, but they are not tough. I just hope that no one will come to fight with them.

I want to find Nan Shu.

Nan Shu returned to the table.

On the high platform, the unwilling Xiong Feng came to Doyle again, "Director Doyle."

"You said."

"Nan Shu is amazing."

"Well, but it's also from our Lingzhi department."

Xiong Feng understood Doyle's implication, and swallowed, "However, the all-round development of students is the criterion of our Oshuang's teaching. Nanshu is a good seed for the Combat Department. .”

Doyle immediately retorted, "Don't develop in an all-round way. Nanshu has a lot of specializations. After going to your combat department, what should I do when I come back to find someone from other departments?"

The dean of the literature department who is about to come over to meet Doyle's dignitaries: "..."

Xiong Feng scratched his head, still unwilling to give up, "Director Daoyer, think about it, the new semester is about to start, let Nanshu change to a new environment, and improve in other majors, wouldn't it be good?"

Xiong Feng's mouth was stupid, but looking at Doyle's face, he continued, "Besides, Nanshu can be this good without systematic training, so wouldn't she be even better after training?"

Doyle touched his chin, thinking carefully.

For Nanshu, there is no doubt that the spirit planting system is suitable, but if she switches to the combat system...

In fact, it is also beneficial.

He said he was reluctant, but he would definitely consider Nan Shu.

After thinking about it, Doyle said, "Okay, then I'll ask Nan Shu for you. If she agrees, she can change her major next semester, or learn another subject, whatever."

Xiong Feng was overjoyed.

The head of the literature department also stepped forward, "Director Doyle..."

I had already given up hope, but who knew Doyle would give it up.

Doyle looked at Ke Jie, "Nan Shu can't go to your literature department."

Ke Jie frowned, "Why? Nan Shu is the champion."

Speaking of the championship, Doyle has two points of brilliance on his face. A student of the Lingzhi Department won the championship of other departments. As the head of the Lingzhi Department, it is a very honorable thing.

His face softened, and Doyle said: "Nan Shu is a master of culture, what does it look like to go to your literature department, besides, Nan Shu doesn't know anything about the literature department."

He also saw it during the competition, but Nan Shu answered several questions blindly.

Ke Jie suddenly laughed, "Director Doyle, you misunderstood."

Doyle looked at him, "What did you misunderstand? Didn't you want Nan Shu to go to your literature department?"

"No." Ke Jie denied, "I want Nan Shu to be a tutor in our literature department, not a student."

Doyle was taken aback.

Xiong Feng, who had not had time to leave, was also stunned.

"What mentor?"

Ke Jie said: "The tutor of Chinese culture."

He was going to apply with the Ministry of Education to add an additional systematic course to the Department of Literature of the Austrian Emperor.

Xiong Feng scratched his head, the words of being a tutor sounded strange at first, but when he thought about it carefully, there was really no problem, just one thing, he always felt weird.

Nan Shu is a good student of the Lingzhi Department. First, he will go to their Combat Department, and then he will go to the Literature Department as a tutor. This is really...
See you for the first time.

Doyle sighed, "That's fine, then you finish the application first, and then I'll ask Nan Shu for your opinion."

"Okay." Ke Jie smiled.

Nan Shu, who had already returned to Aushuang, had no idea that the three directors had already made plans for her stay or stay.

The three of them were fascinated by the chat, Ross stood up and coughed lightly, "Okay, the results will be announced later."

The college competition has been held for two months, and the ending is not easy.

It is very complicated to announce the results of each department in turn, and then the results of each university.

Incorporate the sorted data into the smart brain, and transfer it to the light screen through the smart brain.

Representatives from the Education Department began announcing each grade.

"Finance competitions, Aushuang won 39 games, and Wang Ze won 21 games."

"In the literature competition, Aushuang won 33 games, and Wang Ze won 31 games."

Nan Shu couldn't help but sigh with emotion after reporting each item of data.

Every victory is the hard work of everyone in Aushuang, and all of them are hard-won.

The more I think about Ross, the more happy he looks on his face, and Oshuang is indeed outstanding this year.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

For example Zhao Bohan.

The students of Yutang Academy were also in a low mood. In this year's college competition, they did not perform very well. With the dean on top, his complexion was almost as black as coal.

After reporting the data of each department, you will be the champion of each department.

"Champion of the Finance Department, Li Han from Wangze College."

"Champion of the mech department, Oshuang Boling."

···
The man was still reading the grades aloud, and at the end, he didn't know whether it was a coincidence or what, and read: "Competition of the Department of Literature, Oshuang Nanshu."

"Spiritual planting competition, Oshuang Nanshu."

"Combat competitions, Oshuang Nanshu."

It is absolutely impossible to have three identical names in a row in previous college competitions.

But Nan Shu just did it.

This is the honor of Nan Shu, and also the honor of Emperor Oss.

Nanshu's name was pronounced three times, and Aushuang's name was also pronounced three times.

In the end, all the results will be summed up, and the university rankings will be announced soon.

Doyle and Ross stood solemnly with the same expressions.

Several other deans stood up together, looked at the light screen, their faces were calm, but their hearts were slightly nervous.

"I declare that No.5 in the college competition is—"

"Relais Academy!"

The audience was silent and no one spoke.

Then came the next thick voice.

"I declare that No.4 in the college competition is—"

"Yutang Academy!"

(End of this chapter)