Chapter 490 - 192: Sofa Throne, Love Letter in the Arena_3

This can’t be helped either.

But now Bai Xiaolong is already at fifth rank, his strength has skyrocketed, and in the arena battle, he is a Celestial God.

Yet last year, he was only fourth rank.

But this pighead... even if you aren’t bitten by insects, you’re still a pighead.

"At that time, I had already defeated Meng Yang. As long as I could defeat this God, West Martial would win the championship again.

"Could I let West Martial lose?

"Impossible!

"In the blink of an eye.

"I immediately pulled out a secret weapon against God from my chest."

Bai Xiaolong said resolutely and emphatically.

"What weapon?"

Su Yue frowned.

His heart started to pound uncontrollably.

"At that time, I analyzed that since the God controlled so many insects, her spiritual power would surely be very fatigued.

"Aiming at this flaw, I spent two nights in advance writing the world’s most mushy love letter.

"Then, I began to read the love letter in front of everyone.

"Sure enough, as God had never been in love before, combined with my handsome face, she was left defenseless. As Feng Jiajia’s Qi Blood began to go chaotic, the controlled insects also started to become disorganized, scattered without any strategy.

"At that moment, enduring the intensely itchy bites, I rushed forward..."

Bai Xiaolong proudly reenacted the scene.

"You rushed over, extended your pig hands, and assaulted... assaulted her chest?"

Su Yue gasped.

What kind of Immortal player is Bai Xiaolong?

For the sake of victory, he doesn’t care about face.

Tsk.

Su Yue despised this kind of stingy man who didn’t share his experiences sooner.

"Nonsense, I, Bai Xiaolong, am a gentleman. I just accidentally brushed my lips against her face, and then she fainted in anger.

"And then, I won."

Bai Xiaolong seemed a bit embarrassed.

It really wasn’t intentional.

"Advisor Bai, although you are shameless, this is also one way to deal with God.

"This year, our West Martial can still use love letters against her."

Su Yue thought for a moment and said.

Su Yue was absolutely impressed by Bai Xiaolong’s cheekiness.

Reading a love letter in the arena, what kind of dirty tricks can you not use? Going to any lengths for victory.

"Friend, this year West Martial’s main team is all-female."

Bai Xiaolong looked as if he were staring at an idiot.

"What if Feng Jiajia is into girls?"

Su Yue retorted.

"If she were into girls, could I have succeeded last year?"

Bai Xiaolong became even more skeptical, thinking Su Yue was definitely an idiot.

But why is this idiot so strong?

Heaven is unfair.

"That makes sense too.

"Didn’t God come after you after the match?"

Su Yue asked again.

"That’s another sad story, under God’s threat, no woman dares to accept Bai Xiaolong’s love confession.

"Senior year and still single, my pain is beyond your understanding."

Bai Xiaolong looked anguished.

"The story is sad, but somehow satisfying."

Su Yue nodded.

She glanced over at Dongqi’s Feng Jiajia.

At this moment, God’s cold gaze coincidentally met them.

Su Yue dared not meet it.

In truth, Su Yue couldn’t meet it either, for God’s gaze was directed at Bai Xiaolong.

Gulp!

Gulp!

Bai Xiaolong sipped his Coke, ignoring it.

It was evident that inside, he was terribly flustered.

"Why don’t you get yourself castrated, atone for your sins, and you could be good sisters, putting past grudges aside."

Su Yue kindly suggested.

"Do you believe I might kill you?"

Bai Xiaolong was about to lose it.

...

Dongqi rest area.

"Jiajia, you still haven’t forgotten that scoundrel, he confessed and then ran away, clearly an irresponsible jerk."

A girl from the Dongqi reserve team angrily said.

"Hmph, he’s lucky he avoided the arena this year, or else I’d castrate him."

Feng Jiajia gritted her teeth.

Ruined my innocence, an unforgivable sin.

"West Martial has others too, we can take our anger out on the West Martial Team."

Another person chimed in.

"Yo, yo, yo.

"Yo... the Dongqi team is the wildest, West Martial’s Xiaolong dares to claim as the strongest on earth, this year I will kick West Martial’s three Mei Yangyang into an oven to roast naan, and finally kick it to feed the wolves in the jungle.

"Yo yo... skr, skr."

Dongqi’s Liu Huanong improvised a freestyle rap.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

West Martial rest area.

The arena battles were going smoothly, and everyone was in good shape, but overall morale wasn’t high.

There’s no helping it.

Seeing several consecutive championships about to slip away, no one felt good inside.

Mu Cheng got annoyed seeing Su Yue and Bai Xiaolong chatting and laughing.

They even drank cola, as if West Martial’s results had nothing to do with them.

Du Jing’s Book sighed inwardly.

Brother Su is truly Brother Su, blending into the VIP area without shame.

As the VIP area was at the front, many people also saw Su Yue.

Zhou Yuncan and Liao Ji were so angry their livers hurt, feeling like the world was unfair, why Su Yue could mingle into the VIP area.

Other acquaintances waved greetings from afar to Su Yue.

Su Yue also cooperated with them, cheering support, today I am the most handsome cheerleader.

Unknowingly, it had reached sunset.

Today’s competition ended this way.

Tomorrow the eliminations continue, if nothing unexpected happens, by afternoon, the top eight teams will be selected.

...

Zhao Qi Corps.

"Liu Yizhou, how about what you’ve seen? Any leads?"

Lin Dongqi asked.

"No rush, tomorrow is the battle for the top eight, the excitement is in tomorrow."

Liu Yizhou shook his head.

He was just silently analyzing various data, looking very serious.

"I always feel, you’re treating young people’s lives like a joke."