I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

【It’s so hard for me. 】

The playback stopped abruptly, and then an advertising voice like "Expert, it's the fragrance of hemostatic pills~" sounded, and the routine advertising time began.

The end of the show means that everything is settled.

No matter what, the organizers of the Shenzhou Cup cannot go back on their word, otherwise it will become a bigger scandal.

The disciples of Taiming Sect still had a feeling of unreality at this moment.

Junior sister...Best of the year?

Ten consecutive grand slams?

This is too strong!

On the main peak, Xihe Peak, amid the cheers from all over the world, Yuan Tiangang silently plucked a mushroom from the top of his head and put it into the basket, and two lines of noodles rolled down.

Junior sister, have you forgotten something?

However, Yuan Tiangang's sadness did not affect the overall atmosphere, and the atmosphere in the entire Taiming Mountain area became more and more warm.

It was the headmaster Yuan Shouyi who personally stepped forward to temporarily calm down the disciples' excitement.

"I understand everyone's feelings. Junior sister is very hardworking," Yuan Shouyi's old face was flushed, and it was obvious that he was so excited that his heart was trembling.

"But Junior Sister is so hardworking, we can't hold her back, right?" Yuan Shouyi said with a smile, "I know what you are thinking now. You all want to go to the scene in person to support Junior Sister... You can, but not now!"

"When is that?" Yuan Tiangang asked anxiously. He couldn't wait... in every sense of the word.

"I promise you," Yuan Tiangang said loudly, "If everyone's average score in this year's annual exam is above Grade B, then the entire sect will go to the scene to cheer for our little junior sister!"

"Junior sister is working hard to qualify for the semi-finals, so we can't slack off either, do you understand?"

"clear!!!"

There was a tsunami-like shout from the mountain. Yuan Shouyi swore that he had never seen these little bastards so enthusiastic in his life. Their motivation for cultivation was completely maxed out.

Qingyi, you are truly the lucky star of the entire Taiming Sect.

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Jiang Ke'er was the last to know about the ten consecutive Grand Slams and the annual best player award.

In order to make it to the semi-finals, the members of the Bagpipe Team hide in the wilderness every day for full training, and spend the rest of the time competing on stage. They have no time to watch TV.

It was not until Li Shimin, with an excited look on his face, ran over and shouted that he wanted to do an exclusive interview with the bagpipe band that Jiang Ke'er learned about this.

However, the visit was rejected by Si Lian.

"Let's talk about it after we win the championship." Si Lian didn't give the second son of the Li family any face.

"But, what if..." Li Shimin felt uncomfortable. He thought that he should take advantage of the current popularity of the Bagpipe Squad and seize the opportunity to hype it up to strengthen the racial honor of the demon clan.

"If we lose this year, we can wait until we win the championship." Si Lian waved her hand, "Save your strength and burst it out when the time comes."

"Well... okay," Li Shimin shook his head with a wry smile.

"If you had come earlier, you wouldn't have to wait until this year." Si Lian glanced at Li Shimin and ignored him.

Feeling unwelcome, Li Shimin had no choice but to leave.

After Li Shimin left, Si Lian frowned and began to think about the strangeness of this matter.

She knew very well the nature of those so-called enlightened ones. They had the title of enlightened ones, but in fact they were just puppets bought by the organizers of the Shenzhou Cup.

These guys would never give such a precious honor to the Bagpipe Squad.

But if it is a case of flattery or some conspiracy, the price would be too high. It is no exaggeration to say that it would hurt the enemy a hundred times and lose a million of your own money.

Can't figure it out.

Jiang Ke'er couldn't figure it out either.

However, she had been coveting the annual best award for a long time, and Little Fried Egg had been clamoring for a taste of the annual best prize.

Oh yes, the fried egg is no longer a fried egg.

Although her name is still Fried Egg, her body is now covered with soft bright yellow fur, and she even has gorgeous fiery red tail feathers growing on one side. She has become... a furry fried egg.

"You Jinwu..." Jiang Ke'er's mouth twitched, "Do you all develop hair first?"

"I don't know~" Little Fried Egg blinked, "But there is a voice in the bloodline inheritance that says - strength can be cultivated, but appearance is a lifelong thing."

That's the truth, but if you grow hair first and not bones, aren't you still a pile of cake? Are you sure that the aesthetics of the Jinwu clan are okay?

Jiang Keer didn't know how to correct Little Fried Egg's aesthetic taste, but it seemed that correction was useless because Little Fried Egg couldn't change his own developmental order.

I had no choice but to work hard to feed it, silently hoping that it would turn into a chick soon.

"Mom, I want to drink more~"

Nutrient-rich milk is still the daily ration for Little Fried Egg. When there are no other treasures to feed it, it fills its stomach with milk.

Jiang Keer handed Little Fried Egg a box of milk, opened one for herself, and inserted a straw.

The mother and daughter held the straws in their mouths in unison and sipped the fresh milk from the box in big gulps, with intoxicated expressions on their faces.

"Ha~"

They drank it all, then let out a long breath together.

"We must work hard to grow up!" the mother and daughter said in unison.

(2/2)

34. Holidays

It's the end of the year, which means the Lunar New Year is getting closer, but Si Lian has no intention of letting the bagpipe band prepare to celebrate the festival, nor is she going to give the little monsters a holiday to go home and visit their families.

Training, training, training.

Since joining the team, Jiang Keer's life has been reduced to a routine of training, competition and healing.

"Aunt Si Lian, the New Year is almost here," Jie Shui reminded quietly, with a hint of anticipation on his face.

"Jie Shui, I found a martial arts book that is very suitable for you at the auction house yesterday. You should practice hard and try to master it within a month," Si Lian said without responding to the topic.

"Oh," Jie Shui nodded disappointedly.

Si Lian held the notebook, frowning as he thought, still writing and drawing on it seriously. He only looked up from time to time to see how the little monsters were training, and if anyone was slacking off, he would reprimand them.

"The places for the semi-finals are based on a points system. With our current points, we should have no problem entering the semi-finals," Si Lian turned to the first page of the notebook, which recorded the detailed battle record of the Bagpipe Team.

"Since we have secured entry into the semi-finals, and the semi-finals won't start until February next year, should we prepare for the Spring Festival..." Jie Shui said weakly.

Si Lian still ignored him and continued, "Although your points are enough to enter the semi-finals, your strength will decline if you become rusty in training for a day, so you must continue to train and insist on fighting in the ring every week."

"...Devil!" Jie Shui screamed.

Jiang Ke'er didn't care and she obeyed the arrangements.

Anyway, even if the team had a holiday, she would have nowhere to go.

Jiang Ke'er smiled indifferently, closed her eyes, and continued to enter the system space.

If calculated according to the time in the system space, she has been practicing in it for nearly six years.

Six years allowed her to guess the opponent's subsequent moves just by the enemy raising his hand.

Except for the system dummies.

When the other party realized that his computing ability was comparable to hers, her behavior began to be full of unreasonable randomness.

big head.

What a hateful guy.

In the evening, Jie Shui, who was soaked in sweat, roared as he held on to the gravity stone, gritting his teeth and trying his best to hold on.

When the gravity stone fell down with a loud bang, a new record of "Grade B" appeared on the performance screen next to him.

“Finally did it!”

Jie Shui roared to the sky in ecstasy.

"Not bad," Si Lian also showed a rare look of joy, "You have been very diligent in the past six months. You have actually caught up with the strength level of the first echelon. You deserve praise."

“Then what do you think about the Spring Festival…” Jie Shui rubbed his palms.

"keep it up."

Si Lian ignored him for the third time.

The water is dejected.

However, given his stubborn personality, he will not give up until he gets an answer.

As expected, just after returning to the inn, Jie Shui mentioned it again: "Aunt Si Lian, I want to go home to visit my family during the Spring Festival. My mother wrote to me saying that she missed me."

"There will be a boxing match tomorrow, so you should prepare well tonight." Si Lian said, and went back to her room and closed the door.

Jie Shui was angry, but he was not discouraged.

Even though Gan Ruanruan and Lin Gang both advised him not to ask any more questions, he insisted on asking.

The next morning, before stepping onto the stage, Jie Shui reminded again, "Aunt Si Lian! It's almost Chinese New Year!"

Si Lian still ignored him.

Soon, the ring match ended.

Jie Shui didn't even wait for the referee to announce the victory. He ran down with his broken leg grinning. With two black eyes and half of his face burned by fire, he looked at Si Lian seriously: "Auntie, it's almost the New Year. You knew about this, right?"

But even so, Si Lian remained unmoved.

It seems that there is really no chance of taking a holiday.

Anyone with a normal brain would understand that Si Lian did not want to answer this question, and the answer to this question was already very obvious.

But Jie Shui's brain is not normal, he is not even a human being.

In the following training, Jie Shui would ask Si Lian five or six times every day, but Si Lian never answered him.

As the New Year draws closer, Jie Shui becomes more and more anxious.

Until the night three days before the Spring Festival.

"Jie Shui, go home."

Jie Shui's heart skipped a beat. Although he was a thick-skinned man, he knew that his behavior in the past few days had been a bit excessive.

Is he going to be fired?

"Don't think too much," Si Lian stroked his messy hair and smiled, "There's no reason not to have a holiday during the Spring Festival. I didn't respond to you a few days ago because I didn't want your mentality to be affected and affect your training."

Si Lian's answer was beyond the expectations of all the little monsters.

Apparently, she wasn't such an understanding coach.

She only has the Shenzhou Cup in her eyes, and for this, she can sacrifice everything, not just a festival.

"You should cherish the time you can spend with your family," Si Lian said softly, "From today on, we are on holiday. You can all leave. Remember to come back here and gather on the third day of the new year."

"Long live!"

Jie Shui cheered immediately.

The little monsters were very excited to get permission to take a holiday. After all, this was the most difficult and tiring six months in their lives, and they had long been longing for a free and unrestrained holiday.

Except Jiang Keer.

She said goodbye to Jie Shuilin.

A Miao said he was going to meet up with some friends, so he left too.

Finally, Gan Ruanruan said that she wanted to go back to those bars to have a look. After all, she had been taken care of by many bar owners in the past. So Jiang Keer sent Gan Ruanruan away again.

After seeing off the four teammates, Jiang Keer yawned sleepily and walked towards her room bored.

She planned to enter the system space and sleep until dawn, and then continue to be abused until the third year of junior high school.

Si Lian looked at Jiang Ke'er's unusual behavior in surprise and wanted to ask something, but in the end she just shook her head and returned to her room.

The next day, the inn became busy. The owner came out personally and pasted new Spring Festival couplets with simple paste, and hung bright red lanterns at the door of the store.

Si Lian leaned on the railing on the second floor of the lobby, stared blankly for a while, then took a sip of wine and returned to her room.