This assistant is serious

"Ladies and gentlemen, our annual high school league is about to begin."

"You know, this is also our high school league, and there will be more than 200 teams representing the best high schools in our various urban areas."

"In particular, the most interesting are Quancheng No. 1 Middle School and Qingyu No. 1 Middle School, two veteran rivals who bring us the most wonderful performances every year."

"Yes, of course, there are many schools that cannot be underestimated, Bencheng No. 2 Middle School, Qufu No. 3 Middle School, and our Quanzhou University Affiliated High School, Qingyu No. 9 Middle School, etc., they are all strong competitors for each session of the top eight."

On the explanation platform on one side, a long-haired and cold girl in a cheongsam and a middle-aged uncle with a medium-sized hair style talked.

Pepe and Dongsheng.

The two are professional commentators, and they are also TV station editors in Quanzhou, and many battles are explained by them.

Including the broadcast explanation of the Quanzhou Tai Capture the Flag League, the continental stage of the college league qualifiers, and the high school league.

"As always, I will conduct virtual battles, in fact, to tell you the truth, some of our areas have not fully realized the popularity of virtual warehouses, for them, there will be some discomfort." Uncle Dongsheng of the middle point has something to say.

The inequality of educational resources is indeed a fact.

"That's right, but everyone knows that there is not much difference between virtual storage and real battles, and the virtual warehouse of the league will have a beginner guide program to help our students adapt quickly."

Pepe's face is cold, but her voice is very gentle, and her long black hair makes many people worship as a popular goddess.

There were many people whistling and cheering at the scene.

"In the next match, we will also broadcast it live to present the enthusiastic aura of our Quanzhou teenager to all the audience."

"Let our cadets enter now!"

The words fell, and outside the first martial arts arena, countless fireworks and cannons sounded, resounding throughout the entire area.

Even if the sky is blue and bright, the fireworks are still dazzling.

The bursting elemental brilliance formed a grand scene of carp jumping over the dragon gate in the air.

The high aura and vigorous vitality of countless carp swimming against the current, desperately jumping towards the dragon gate, just implies the meaning of this high school league event to show themselves and strive for the top.

The varsity team dressed in various school uniforms appeared one by one under the instructions of the martial arts arena.

In the advance written entrance speech, the audience cheered.

Su Naiwen stood behind Que Zong and approached the martial arts arena step by step.

Not to mention that Quancheng belongs to Quanzhou Prefecture.

This martial arts arena, at a glance, is a little dizzy, as if you can't see the edge.

On the audience stage, which can accommodate 100,000 people, the deafening cheers made people feel excited as soon as they entered.

If you catch up with a mentally weaker one, just this cheer is enough to frighten your legs and feet.

Standing in the designated place, Su Naiwen looked around curiously, and around the martial arts arena, there were silver special recliners.

It's a bit like the massage chair that Su Naiwen saw in his previous life, except that there is a lifted glass shield on the back of the chair.

This should be the virtual warehouse.

Wow~

"Quancheng No. 1 Middle School! Who fights with the front! A godsend! Like a dragon!

Suddenly, the cheers in the field were more violent than the "perfunctory" shouts.

The piercing roar resounded even more in this cloud.

Su Naiwen heard the sound and saw that in the audience stage, a group of trainees wearing black bars and white bars held conspicuous support banners and shouted loudly.

The content on that banner is the same as the support word that was just shouted.

A field of 100,000 people, carefully looking for a group of people who can still see this conspicuous group, the scale can be said to be not small.

Su Naiwen's embarrassing problem for others was committed again, and his toes were almost rolled into fists in his shoes.

Turned his head to look at the team that had just entered.

Standing in the front row is a young man with broken hair and a white and capable face.

The black and white striped school uniform was worn at a glance, and even the ziplock was closed.

But still can't stop the other party's aura.

A pair of starry eyes, lips tightly closed, thin face, still indifferent in the face of this embarrassing response, but the pride from the inside out is difficult to hide.

The group of people who followed behind heard the support with different expressions, some snickering, some embarrassed.

Su Naiwen noticed a Sven boy holding ten brackets, rimless glasses, a soft face, and a gentle expression that seemed to be smiling.

This is...... The breath of the same kind.

Noticing that the other party was looking over, Su Naiwen immediately withdrew his gaze.

Quancheng No. 1 Middle School is basically recognized as the champion of this high school league.

Moreover, it is still a home battle, and the home field advantage is particularly obvious.

This cheer that did not stop for a long time surfaced everything.

I can't look at that Qingyu No. 1 Middle School, and when I walked into the venue, there were some spectators who secretly booed.

More than 200 varsity teams, standing on the field, various colors of school uniforms, can also be regarded as a strip painting.

After a buzz~

sound, a ray of light was projected on the instruments like searchlights around the martial arts arena, and the image began to weave in the air.

Out of thin air, sixteen huge screens were formed.

Interestingly, no matter which direction they are sitting, the audience around can see these sixteen projection screens.

This involves the technique of light and shadow projection.

On the sixteen screens, the mental outlook of some varsity members on the field was displayed.

In the audience seat, Subei looked startled, he just seemed to see a relatively familiar figure.

However

It should be an illusion.

Looking at Su Cheng and Su Lingling on the side, both did not react, thinking that they were really wrong.

"Next, according to the lots we had drawn yesterday, there will be a competition, with thirty-two teams and sixteen games as a group, the first group of the first game, Quancheng No. 1 Middle School vs. Changlan No. 9 Middle School, the second game, Fengyuan Affiliated Middle School vs. Taiyang High School..." The

professional host took the stage, explained the rules, and promulgated the battlefield times.

The students whose names were called were all led by etiquette to the established position.

Cao Nong's Taiyang High School became one of the thirty-six teams in the first group to fight.

Su Naiwen was standing behind Que Zong, in the second row.

When Cao Nong passed by the Lingyang No. 3 Middle School team, he saw Su Naiwen and winked at him.

Looking at the other party's relaxed appearance, I think the opponent's strength should not be very strong.

"Ask the other teams to come to the spectator seats at the venue."

In the front row of the audience seat, a small viewing platform is raised, and a small screen projection instrument is also equipped to see the battle scene of the battle team more closely.

Sit down in the designated position and the first group battle has just begun.

"Please invite the first group of participants to enter the virtual warehouse!"

"After the three-minute guide, the battle begins."

"Young people, show your pride and glory, this is your stage!"