Black-bellied little crazy concubine: Xie Zun, come to the live broadcast!

Chapter 147

The next day.

Mo Jiaqi's game is divided into morning games.

When the time was almost up, the eight talents marched to the arena in a mighty manner.

The students along the way saw them and occasionally pointed out a few words in a low voice, but they didn't say anything too much.

When they came to the arena, there were already many students waiting to watch.

The mentor who presided over the competition stood on the stage and read the names of the two parties.

"Li Yingxian from Class A vs. Mo Jiaqi from Class D."

As soon as the tutor finished speaking, the students in the audience burst into laughter, and many people's eyes fell on the eight of them, discussing a lot.

"People in class D are looking for abuse against people in class A."

"Haha, maybe it's because they have fantasies, thinking that they can meet people from Class C, and maybe have the ability to fight. Who knows, they met Class A at the beginning..."

"Even if we meet our Class C class, so what, just finish torturing the trash of Class D class!"

"Tsk tsk, there is really no suspense in this kind of game."

Mo Jiaqi's face was also a little ugly, and she pursed her lower lip. She didn't expect her luck to be so bad, and she met the first-level class in the first stage of the competition.

Luo Huoqin held her nervous sweating palm, and looked at her firmly: "Don't panic, you have to believe in yourself, you are not weaker than the people in Class A. As for what those people say, you just treat them like them." It's a pack of dogs barking, don't listen! I've been teaching you for so many days, you won't forget it all?"

When Mo Jiaqi heard her voice, his eyes slammed into the depths of her pupils.

Those eyes, as bright as the starry sky, were full of encouragement, telling her not to give up.

That's right, Huoqin taught her so much, and it wasn't for nothing.

She hasn't tried, she hasn't worked hard, how can she give up so easily, if that's the case, how can she be worthy of Huoqin and her partners...

With a smile on his lips, his eyes were firm at that moment, and he clenched his fists: "Well, I will work hard!"

"come on! Come on!"

"We all trust you."

"You will not be worse than others, believe that you are the best!"

Everyone cheered Mo Jiaqi up, raised their fists together, and bumped into each other.

The students next to them saw their movements and couldn't help but cut.

"What a bunch of delusional trash."

"That's it."

Mo Jiaqi didn't care about the voices from around, and climbed up to the high platform with a calm face.

Seeing her actions, the audience burst into laughter again.

Li Yingxian jumped onto the stage handsomely, which was in stark contrast to Mo Jiaqi's climbing movements.

Everyone applauded and clamored for Mo Jiaqi to get off the stage and stop being embarrassing on the stage.

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: Hehe, laughing so happily now, I will quietly watch you get slapped in the face later!
Mo Mo of Lin Lin's family: These people always speak so badly, every mouthful of rubbish, hum, I hope Mo Jiaqi will give some strength, and their faces will be swollen!

Cute little fairy: Come on Jiaqi, let these people see who is the real trash!

Mo Jiaqi thought about what Luo Huoqin ordered just now, and automatically ignored what the people in the audience said, and looked firmly at Li Yingxian who was standing opposite her.

Seeing that the two had stood still, the instructor announced the start of the competition.

"You still have time to go now, otherwise the battle will start later, it will be ugly if you lose, and I won't have much glory on my face when I win." Li Yingxian folded her arms around her chest, eyes full of disdain, and sneered: "A trash, It’s okay to come to a game.”

(End of this chapter)