Chapter 61 Personal Grievances

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June 4th, 6:30 AM, the cafeteria of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University was already packed.

Because Japan is one hour behind China, the competition draw ceremony at 8 o'clock would be held at 7 o'clock in China.

Since the individual and team competitions were completely staggered, the team competition today would start at 9 o'clock.

This time adjustment made it easier for the audience to watch the competition.

At this time, the buzzing sound of discussion in the Imperial Capital Star Warrior cafeteria was endless. Since today was the first team competition day, most of the students were discussing yesterday's singles matches.

"Did you all watch yesterday's matches?"

"Yeah, 5 wins and 2 losses. Alas... the more rounds in the competition, the stronger the opponents."

"The strong remain strong. Look at Hou Mingming, so steady, he ravaged the opponent so miserably, I couldn't even bear to watch."

"Xie Yan is also incredibly strong. I really can't figure out why Zhao Wenlong, who is clearly stronger than Xie Yan, was eliminated so early."

"That's how the World Cup is. A single match can determine the outcome, and anything can happen."

"The real steady old dog is Jiang Xiaopi! Damn, I'm really convinced, really, completely conquered by the Pi God."

"From the captain of Tianzhu to the captain of the British Empire! Before the World Cup started, people were most worried about Jiang Xiaopi. Now it seems, the more I watch him, the more relieved I am."

"That's right, I don't know why, I might be having delusions, but I think Jiu Xing Du Nai is even steadier than Hou Mingming..."

"That's Juliet Moore Lorrain! That's a true god!"

"Jiu Xing Du Nai's personality is really too deceptive. Who takes his bragging seriously every day?"

"Wu Xiaojing and Yu Jin were very lucky, Fan Ren and Xin Ai'an, on the other hand..."

Speaking of this, several students were suddenly silent.

After a few seconds, one student said, "The news was released last night. Xin Ai'an is fine. With the Star Warrior medical team here, she is not only fine, but also jumping around. I saw her being interviewed last night. She's just not in a good mood, which is understandable."

"I feel sorry for my Ai'an. She was beaten so badly and still had to be interviewed and apologize to the people of the country. Alas... I really don't know what to say. I was heartbroken when I heard her apologize yesterday, saying 'I didn't fight well' and 'I'm sorry everyone.'"

"I heard that the black woman was originally from the United States, and later became a citizen of Maple Leaf Country?"

"Yeah, many American Star Warrior players go to Maple Leaf Country to reduce competitive pressure. How does that saying go: Maple Leaf Country is the United States' back garden."

"It seems that this Anvol Nethanson is developing well. She even became a captain after going to Maple Leaf Country."

"Fighting is fine. Killing is fine too. That's how Star Warrior competitions are. If you're not as skilled, there's nothing to say, but why is she showing off her spoils after the whistle was blown? Damn, it pisses me off."

"She was judged to be in violation of the rules, and Maple Leaf Country was fined a lot of money. Because the reaction from China was very strong, it is said that the competition is still discussing it, and it seems that there will be follow-up penalties, possibly reducing the number of participants from Maple Leaf Country in the next World Cup."

"Only punish her team and country? Is there no punishment for her personally?"

"Yes, how could there not be, but it doesn't affect her participation..."

"She has always had problems with emotional management. When she gets passionate, she doesn't care about anything. When competing for the captaincy in the team, she almost beat a white teammate to death..."

"Passion my ass, why blame everything on passion? You tell me, what's going on here?" One student directly took out his phone and slammed it on the table.

Everyone gathered around and found that it was a photo posted by Anvol Nethanson, the captain of the Maple Leaf National Team, on her personal social media. The photo was exactly the one where she was carrying Xin Ai'an, and the translated English caption was: "A hearty victory! Keep moving forward."

The student who slammed the phone on the table turned green: "This is called passion causing mistakes? She's already finished the game, she should be stable enough, right? And she still posted this picture? She doesn't think she broke the rules at all! She doesn't think her behavior was wrong!"

"Eh? Why didn't I see this photo on her Twitter?"

"It was posted and deleted five minutes after it was posted yesterday. This is a picture taken by foreign media."

"Stop arguing, the draw is here!"

"I really hope Hou Mingming can draw her and beat her to death."

"Or... or maybe not, let's be safe, it's better to advance to the next round. That bitch is just a tank. She is indeed despicable, but her strength is really strong..."

A student suddenly shouted, "It's here! It's here! Hou Mingming!"

"Anvol! Anvol!" From the back of the cafeteria, a male voice suddenly came.

In the cafeteria, the students' expressions were different, and their reactions varied.

On the TV, Hou Mingming was still the same as before, waiting for the opponent on the right to be determined with an arrogant posture.

Ding!

The figure on the right was confirmed, and a flag with red and white stripes appeared. In the upper left corner of the flag was a blue square, with a moon and sun pattern in the square.

"What country is this?"

"Malaysia, the one in Southeast Asia. The number of Chinese people is extremely large, accounting for about one-fifth of the country's total population."

"I said why this opponent looks like a Chinese..."

"Nothing challenging..."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's already the third round, how can there be weaklings in the third round."

In any case, everyone felt relieved that Hou Mingming had encountered such an opponent.

After 40 seconds, everyone's hearts were raised again.

On the screen, Wu Xiaojing opened her beautiful eyes, ice and frost permeated in one hand, standing in the number one position, waiting for her opponent to appear.

Ding!

A red, white, and black flag appeared, with a golden eagle printed in the middle of the flag.

On the screen, a young white man appeared, wearing a pure red national team uniform, with black curly hair, and sparse hair on both sides of his forehead, as if there were signs of baldness.

"The Arab Republic of Egypt..."

"The Shah of Egypt, damn, how do we fight this?"

"Damn it, no... if Xiaojing leaves again, there will really be no mages in the team."

"This... this... it's really hanging."

Amid a sigh, the competition venue for the two sides has been finalized. No matter how dissatisfied the students are, the facts cannot be changed.

Two minutes later, another sigh came from the cafeteria.

In the number 1 position, a white, blue, and red flag fluttered high. An extremely burly man crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes like beasts, staring at the camera in front of him.

Russian Federation!

On the right picture, a red star flag hung in the upper right corner, Yu Jin played with a misty dagger in his hand, with a wanton smile on his face.

"Why are all the big countries drawn?"

"This competition... is not easy to fight."

"This draw is poisonous..."

"Eh? Xie Yan is here! Let's see how it goes?"

This time Xie Yan stood in the number one position, tearing off the black bandage from his mouth, the red flag with stars in the upper left corner shimmering.

Ding!

The figure on the right was confirmed.

Everyone in the cafeteria was relieved.

If another reckless man came, it would really be targeted. What level of people have these three rounds been encountering...

On the figure on the right, a red, yellow, and green striped flag flickered, and a black man clenched his fists, posing in a boxing stance.

The Central African Republic of Gabon. This iron-tower-like youth plays boxing, and he can fight with Xie Yan.

"This is no problem, let's wait for Pi God."

"That's right, they are no match for playing with fists and comparing skills."

Everyone felt a little relieved and waited for Jiang Xiao to appear.

The anxious wait lasted for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, the quiet cafeteria became faintly restless!

Because in the number one position, a face that people were quite familiar with appeared.

This is a black woman, the national captain from Maple Leaf Country: Anvol Nethanson!

On the picture of the figure on the left, in the red and white flag, a fiery red maple leaf hangs in the center.

Below, Anvol's skin is dark, wearing a red and white national team uniform, her short curly hair sticking to her scalp, and a sparkling diamond stud earring on her ear. Her lips are slightly raised, smiling at the camera lens.

"Match her with that madman from the United States."

"Really... seeing this face makes me angry."

"Yes, get a US player, let them have a civil war... Damn!?"

"This, this..."

A series of gasping sounds came, and the figure on the right was suddenly confirmed, the slightly flickering red flag with stars fluttering high, fixed in the upper right corner.

Below the flag, Jiu Xing Du Nai rubbed his head, with a shy smile on his face.

"Maple Leaf Country fights China in a row?"

"Five national captains in three rounds of matches!? Is this targeting our China?"

"Pi God alone contributed three times..."

"Damn it, is this a black box operation? This must be intentional!"

"What can we do? Xiao Pi, how can we fight this!?"

"Don't panic! Why are you all panicking? Seriously, is there anyone steadier than Xiao Pi?"

"Jiu Xing Du Nai has defeated two great gods in a row. Haven't you reversed your views on him by now?"

"That's right, even if you treat the captain of Tianzhu as dog shit, the strength of the captain of the British Empire is real, why do you still think Jiang Xiaopi is weak?"

"That's what I said, but... oh damn, I feel cold when I think of Xin Ai'an's miserable situation."

"Can we ask Hou Mingming and Jiu Xing Du Nai to switch opponents?"

"Beat her to death! Cao Ta Lai Lai, beat her to death! Drawing like this is right! Jiang Xiaopi must go!"

"Pi God is a technical player, dealing with this kind of pure power, high burst, high defense big shield..."

"Buzz..."

"Ding~"

"Dong dong dong~"

Suddenly, in the crowded cafeteria, the sound of mobile phones came one after another.

"Wow! Jiang Xiaopi posted on Weibo!"

"Really!"

Xia Yan held her phone, her face solemn. It seemed that many people in the cafeteria, like her, had set up special attention for Jiang Xiaopi.

Xia Yan clicked on the mobile phone notification bar and directly entered Jiang Xiao's Weibo.

The next moment, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, her breathing was a little rapid, looking at the words on Weibo:

"Jiang Xiao Pi Pi Bu Pi

Just from Fruit 7ps

Now, it's personal."