Nine Star Burden

Chapter 521: Snorkeling

The next morning, in the hotel, in the room.

“Suck and sneak... ha...”

In his sleep, Jiang Xiaoyin heard strange sounds.

He opened his sleeping eyes and saw the white wall in front of him.

What made Jiang Xiao strange was that the white wall appeared as if the silent face of the criminal rock.

Yesterday, after the game between Jiang Xiaohe and the criminal rock, with the help of Platinum's steady bell, the criminal rock came down completely calm. After weighing the pros and cons, he followed Jiang Xiao back to the audience.

And after that, there was some horror in the silence of the criminal rock, and it was like a post-battle Cheyenne.

Jiang Xiao will not deny that he has also been greatly affected.

Perhaps that is why the State strictly controls the forest of tears and rain.

This teardrop star technique is really too powerful. If you open the teardrop forest to younger generations of children, and the star warriors have this technique, it will not be good for any generation of star warriors to grow up.

Physical wounds are always healing, but mental trauma is really hard to repair.

If this occurs on a large scale, it will not only affect the growth of a new generation of children, but will also cause a huge and painful blow to adult star warriors.

The longer you live, the more you experience. Whose life is easy?

Political activist Frederick Douglas once said:

“It is much easier to raise a strong child than to repair a broken adult. ”

The phrase is placed on the effect of tears, and I'm afraid it's perfect.

Pressure and blows from outside may not defeat a resolute adult, but everyone has the pain they don't want to touch, especially for Huaxia, where the family is the most important, affection and family problems are difficult for anyone to truly forgive.

Once this image and emotion have been hooked out, it may take a long time to calm down due to a deep breakdown in the heart.

Tear star technique in tear star beads is gold quality, in which case the state has strict control.

Jiang Xiao's tear star technique is higher grade platinum quality, which is far more terrifying than gold quality.

At first, in the forest of tears and rain, Jiang Xiao was just experimenting with heavy rain. Song Chunxi begged Jiang Xiao to stop, and the effect was visible.

The forest of tears and rain should indeed be strictly controlled by the authorities.

It is true that this kind of stellar technique also occurs only in the military, for special missions and battlefields, or to deal with foreign enemies and strike enemies, rather than on the domestic playing field on a large scale.

As a desert apprentice, Jiang Xiao was exposed to the light of the desert army to possess this star technique.

Jiang Xiao did not want to say how sentimental he was, nor did he want to be a literary youth.

Now that he's in this strange land away world, he just wants skin, he just wants waves.

Do something meaningful in an interesting way, as easy as you can, and don't come to the world unjustly.

But yesterday's sentence of "I'm already a senior” gave Jiang Xiao some heartache.

These struggling cadets, as well as those who have already been eliminated, may be their last chance at senior year or senior year.

But this is the arena.

Winning is what Jiang Xiao meant when he stepped on the green field, so he shouldn't have had pity on his opponent. It is the right idea to do everything in your power to defeat an opponent if you respect him.

But tears do have a great impact on Jiang Xiao. Until now, after a night of sleep, Jiang Xiao's mood and thoughts have returned to normal.

Of course, this also has the effect of platinum bells.

Jiang Xiao was glad he did the right thing, he used the bell to stabilize the mood of the criminal rock at once.

After all, the rocks are only opponents, not enemies of life and death. Jiang Xiao was just trying to beat him, not destroy him.

“Suck and sneak... ha...”

Weird voice came again, awakened the contemplating Jiang Xiao, he dragged the quilt, turned around, but saw Master Zhao sitting on the couch, watching silent TV, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

“Wake up?” Zhao Wenlong spoke.

“Ah, so hot?” Jiang Xiao set aside his messy thoughts, converging his emotions, and stood up against the bed and said.

“Suck and sneak... ha...” Zhao Wenlong sipped another cup of tea, picked up the remote control and cancelled the silence mode of the TV.

“The National Team Individual Top 8 list is officially out! Although the list of the top 10 has not yet been determined, the list of the first eight tigers has been determined, please read the detailed report below..."

On the TV screen, a list of national team initiators is presented.

Didu Xingwu: Post-Ming, Zhao Wenlong, Jiang Xiaopi.

Xingwu Zhongyuan: Xie Xiao.

Da Tibetan Xingwu: Fan Ren.

Devil's Star Martial Arts: The Remainder.

East China Naval Doctor: Wu Xiaojing.

Southwest Xingwu: Xin Aian.

Initially, there were eight people, five in the war department, two in the law system and one assistant.

This list fits very well with the membership characteristics of the World Cup Individual Competition:

The War Faculty is called the King. In the war department, there are four of the most intense fighters. There was only one shield fighter, the young man from Southwest Tibet Province.

Secondly, there are only 2 people who believe in Ai 'an and Wu Xiaojing.

Of course, there seems to be something else on the list: a lost little poison milk...

Jiang Xiao picked up his phone at random and listened to the TV broadcast. “Eight tigers first? ”

Zhao Wenlong: “What's wrong? ”

Jiang Xiao spat: “I've heard of Wuhu and Qixiang and so on, but I haven't heard of Ba Hu. ”

Zhao Wenlong: "Yesterday Principal Yang called to offer his condolences. ”

Jiang Xiao turned to Weibo: "Oh? ”

Zhao Wenlong: “Teacher Fang took me and Xiaoming to talk to Principal Yang for a while. You fell asleep and didn't bother you. ”

Jiang Xiao: “Oh. ”

Zhao Wenlong: “After the selection, Principal Yang said he would send someone to give us some star beads. ”

Jiang Xiao turned his head and looked at Master Zhao, who was drinking tea. “It's a good thing, but my star groove is full. ”

Zhao Wenlong shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

“By the way, the school is going to let the three of us do a promotional film together, but this is going to be after the pageant.” Zhao Wenlong continued.

“Take a picture, you don't deserve to resist, just do as you're told.” Jiang Xiao said casually and looked away, but the fingers sliding on the screen of the phone stopped slightly.

Jiang Xiao hasn't tweeted for a long time. Due to discipline of the competitors, and preparation for battle, he was last tweeted, or photographed in a cafe before Teito's trio recruited the battlefield.

And now below that tweet, there are over 300,000 reviews...

“Jiang! Pee, are you here to fight us? ”

“Brother Pi, I missed you so much, how about a tweet? ”

“Leather God, come on! You motherfuckers! ”

“Niu Xiao Pei Jiang! ”

“Top 8! The National Team has begun! Medical Star Warrior! ”

“Crazy, crazy, is that a knife a man can play with...”

“Fuck your grandfather Jiang Xiaopi! The price of white ghost witch beads has fucking doubled! You're still a person!? ”

Jiang Xiao's finger is rated on this reply: “Uh..."

Zhao Wenlong turned his head and wondered, “What's wrong? ”

“No, it's okay.” Jiang Xiao hurriedly said, looking at his tweet, the staff was really quick.

In Jiang Xiao's official certification, after “National High School League Champions” and “Most Valuable Participants in the Finals”, an additional "Starbucks World Cup National Team Member” was added.

Jiang Xiao thought about it and said: “It's all over the news. Is everything okay with me sending a tweet? ”

Zhao Wenlong thought about it and said: "Don't say anything wrong, don't say anything good. ”

Jiang Xiao “hummed” and refused to let me speak to the King of Poison Milk, so I could reduce the toxicity by half?

A blessing can only be one person on the field, a tweet can be millions of people!

This damage range...

Jiang Xiao worded a little and sent a tweet:

Jiang Xiao Pei Pei no Pei

Just from Fruit 7 Plus.

When was the loneliest time I was asked?

I said, it was the spring of 2017, and I was selected as a national team to participate in the World Cup.

And my peers, they're also in high school classes.

......

Jiang Xiao, who had not wavered for a long time, finally provoked Weibo comments.

You know, Xu Metropolitan People's Stadium, that strange heavy rain, has been on the hot search list.

Jiang Xiao, as an assistant, was named to the national team, and the news has been on the list, even before the national team's first big list.

This has revealed a problem, both individually and as a team, which is now a huge hotspot as long as it is tied to the national team selection.

So Jiang Xiao's Weibo...

“Poisonous milk, dare you? Did you float? ”

“ ”

Zhu Wu: “Brother, take heart. ”

“I fucking want to hit him, but I can't. Cry (* 'D` *)”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! ”

“Ha-ha-ha! You're laughing at me. A bunch of them! Milk by milk! ”

Warsaw Citizen Elena: "I don't ask you to be a person, can you be like a person? ”

“Nationwide public execution scene! ”

“It's all morning classes and cell phones. It's all fucking blown up! ”

Jiang Xiao closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Yesterday's haze swept away.

Comfortable!

I don't want art! Don't be sad!

Tomorrow's game, the top four are still waving at me!

I want skin, I want waves! Hey, get up!

Jiang Xiao dropped his phone and the comments were really out of sight. All the high school students in the country seemed to have suffered 10,000 injuries.

And there seems to be a "splash effect", with many high school teachers involved...

“Hu ~ hu ~” Zhao Wenlong held the teacup and sent it to his mouth, gently blowing two bites.

Zhao Wenlong saw Jiang Xiao comfortably closed his eyes and looked refreshed.

Zhao Wenlong shook his head helplessly and didn't know what was wrong with this little poison milk. He picked up the teacup and sent it to his mouth: “Suck and sneak... ha...”

......

Keep it up tomorrow.