Chapter 133 Humility or Weakness?

As Jiang Xiao's opponent was confirmed, the barrage of comments on the Yang Ma online live broadcast platform became incredibly thick:

"My heart aches ~ So strong, so beautiful, and such a great figure. This world is so unfair."

"Don't be sad, the one in front. She'll soon be beaten black and blue by Pi Shen!"

"Black and blue isn't scary. Fighting always has its winners and losers. I'm just afraid that Jiu Xing Du Nai will heal the Angel sister to the point where she has no face to see anyone ~"

"My mood suddenly improved a lot, ?(′???`) Sending hearts ~"

"Alice tweeted! Go look, this Archangel has bad intentions!!!"

In fact, Alice was stunned the moment the match list appeared.

She sat in the small auditorium where her national team was gathered, holding her forehead with one hand, looking at the screen in front of her, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief...

Did she win the lottery!?

Out of a total of 514 participating students, she actually became 1513?

Her teammates cheered Alice on like crazy, and even the teacher leading the team gave her a shot in the arm.

A white young man shouted, "Damn it! Why wasn't I the one to draw him? Alice, your chance to become a god has come!"

A group of teammates also chimed in, "Beat him!"

"That's right, Alice, you've been simulating battles with him for two whole years, beat him!"

"Damn it, hell, I want to hit him!"

Alice's sweet face was a little stiff, barely squeezing out a smile, coldly watching the teammates around her.

When the opponent hadn't been determined, these people held their breath and didn't say a word. But when the opponent came out, this group of people suddenly "came alive," all so excited, all fighting to beat Jiu Xing Du Nai...

However, one thing was true. The students present who wanted to get good rankings, or even wanted to compete for the championship, had already regarded Jiang Xiao as their imaginary enemy since the last World Cup, and had been training hard for two years specifically against him.

Beside her, a black young man with glasses suddenly spoke. He sat far away, three seats away from Alice. When he saw the results of the match and Alice's unnatural expression, the curly-haired youth quietly spoke.

"Alice." The black youth pushed the glasses on his nose and looked at the big screen in front of him, speaking softly.

"Hmm?" Alice turned her head and saw Ao Xing·Black, the youth nicknamed "Big Hammer."

Black whispered, "Can I say something?"

As he spoke, Black had already gotten up and walked out from the other side, telling the leader that he was going to the restroom.

Alice pondered for a long time, then also got up, said hello to the leader, and walked out of the small auditorium.

At the entrance of the restroom, she saw the sturdy black youth, 195 cm tall, wearing a red No. 27 basketball jersey and frameless glasses.

Alice walked into the restroom and went to the sink, turning on the faucet.

While washing her hands, she looked through the mirror at Ao Xing·Black, who was leaning against the door behind her, observing the hallway.

Black whispered, "From childhood to adulthood, we have always been surrounded by well-intentioned lies. Our country, our society, everyone around us is constantly telling us that as long as we want, we can become anyone and do anything."

As he spoke, Black turned to look at Alice and continued, "Facts have proven that it is difficult for us to become anyone, and we cannot do everything."

Alice frowned slightly, and such an expression appeared on her beautiful and charming face, making people unable to resist reaching out to smooth the frown on her brow.

Black said, "I'm giving you this sentence."

Alice's brow furrowed even tighter.

Black pushed his glasses and whispered, "When we checked into the hotel before, the captain had a conflict with him. Last time, the battle between Jiang and George Star, I believe you've watched it countless times, so Jiang can't have any good feelings for our country's team members."

Alice was slightly stunned. Did he mean...?

Black: "Only by surviving can we have a future, especially under the current environment. Losing each and every one of you, especially a Star Warrior like you, is a huge loss for us.

Your opponent has been determined. Now, I suggest you adjust your goals, put victory aside for a moment, and focus on surviving first."

Alice's expression gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her face. Looking at Black in the mirror, she said, "You know, if you said these words to anyone else, they would kick you hard in the butt."

Black shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you really studied him for so long, you would know that that kid responds better to gentleness than to force. Don't let yourself pay the price for other people's actions."

Alice's smile widened, "I know your hidden identity, and I also know why you entered the national team. You've been picking out your favorite team members, right? But the assessment is mutual. You know, after you've said these words to me, will it be a bonus or a deduction in my heart?"

Black: "You are different from them. I like your humility, which is a very rare quality in the entire team. I also like team members who have a long-term vision, have wisdom, and can recognize the situation."

After he finished speaking, Black turned and left.

Alice silently turned off the faucet, casually reached for the wall, pulled out a few tissues from the tissue box, and wiped her hands.

A dozen seconds later, she took out her phone from her pocket and sent a tweet: "This is the biggest crisis and the most difficult challenge I have ever encountered in my life. God bless me."

At the same time, in the small auditorium, Ao Xing·Black looked at the tweet on his phone and nodded with satisfaction.

Since it was a mutual assessment, then Alice's approach could also be regarded as affirmation of him.

And when Black saw the content of Alice's tweet, his smile became even more obvious.

He thought she would send the words he had just given her, but he didn't expect Alice's words to be more subtle. But that didn't matter, as long as it worked.

Unsurprisingly, below the tweet was a group of "@JiangXiaoPiPiBuPi" people.

This kind of information should be able to get out. Of course, even if it didn't get out, it didn't matter. There were also pre-match interviews and trash-talking sessions during the competition. The most important thing was that Black needed Alice to correct her thinking and recognize the situation.

He had been observing this Archangel who could transform stars into martial power at the peak of the Star River stage for a long time, and had always longed to bring her under his command.

There was no doubt that in a few years, this would be a Star Sea Overlord.

......

The individual competition match list was released one after another, but in the small auditorium of the China team, people did not leave, but continued to watch the drawing ceremony for the team competition.

This was the main event. Everyone did not leave immediately, partly to pay attention to the situation of the team members of the neighboring countries, and on the other hand, among the team members in the individual competition, there was also a participating student in the team competition.

Participating in two events in one World Cup, Jiang Xiao could be regarded as a precedent.

Not only was there no one before him, there might not even be anyone after him, after all... people said, this was the Doomsday World Cup.

"Here it comes! Who took this group photo? So cool?"

"I went, this Gu Shi'an, with his neck crooked, did he have a stiff neck?"

A burst of discussion sounded, and Jiang Xiao couldn't help but smile.

In the team competition's character map, Gu Shi'an debuted in the center, standing at the front, with his head tilted and a gangster-like smile on his face. He matched Zheng Xi You here, only missing a straw in his mouth.

Jiang Xiao was very sure that if allowed, Gu Shi'an would want to hold a cigarette...

Behind Gu Shi'an, and also above him, Jiang Xiao and Xia Yan stood on the left and right.

In the team's group photo, in order to match the team's temperament, Jiang Xiao did not smile like a sunny and silly child. He and Xia Yan, smiled with pursed lips, and even felt a bit like a match.

In the last row, and also at the top, Han Jiangxue stood with her hands behind her back. The national team uniform in gold, red and white added a lot of warm colors to her cold temperament.

"The! Rus! Sian! Fed! Eration!" Liu Yang slapped Jiang Xiao on the shoulder, looking uncomfortable, as if he was more annoyed than Jiang Xiao himself, "Did you not check the almanac before you went out? You encounter the US Archangel in the individual competition, and face the iron army of the Russian Federation in the team competition?"

Jiang Xiao grinned, shook off the palm on his shoulder, and looked at Liu Yang with a look of disgust, "What is the almanac? I think this kind of match is very normal, don't you believe it? Why don't you go and look through my previous World Cup match list?"

Liu Yang: "Uh..."

For a time, people remembered Jiang Xiao's terrible opponents in the previous World Cup, all kinds of captains and gods!

Nine rounds against nine opponents, only one host sent warmth once, and Jiang Xiao was trembling when he received "warmth"...

Jiang Xiao can be said to have taken one step at a time in the entire World Cup.

The Miao ethnic lad from Cai Nan, Piao Miao of the Ni Huo clan, said, "I think the Russian Federation should be more annoyed. They met the seeded team in the first round."

Zheng Xi You covered her mouth and smiled, "Pi Shen, come on! Give our guests from afar a big gift, a one-round trip to the end of the world ~"

Jiang Xiao: "......"

The chief leader, Gong Ju Ren, went to the stage and said, "Dismissed, return to your respective rooms within ten minutes to wait. We will assign coaches to go to your rooms for special guidance and study this round of opponents with you. Now! Return to your respective rooms immediately!"

Everyone said hello and left the small auditorium.

When they dispersed, Yi Qingchen's small voice sounded behind Jiang Xiao: "Come on, Pi Pi."

Jiang Xiao: ???

Is this familiar with me? A few days ago, she called me Pi Shen? I've been demoted?

Jiang Xiao grinned and felt that he should be more majestic, at least pretend to be more impressive, so that he wouldn't look like a younger brother wherever he went in the future.

Back in his room, Jiang Xiao contacted his teammates in the team competition, and then patiently waited for the arrival of the coaching staff. As a result, half an hour passed and no one came. Jiang Xiao felt that he seemed to have been abandoned...

There were less than 20 members of the coaching staff, and they were assigned to provide specialized guidance. Of course, there was a front and a back. Jiang Xiao felt that his face should be enough, so...

So these coaches are particularly relieved about me? Don't need guidance?

Bored, Jiang Xiao flipped through Weibo, ignoring the large number of @s. As the World Cup started, the popularity continued to increase. Jiang Xiao was being crazily @ed every day. Even without the World Cup, Jiang Xiao's popularity was here, and it was like this every day.

However, in the list of special concerns, Ye Xunyang asked Jiang Xiao a question. Jiang Xiao also clicked in.

This special attention was also something that Ye Xunyang had painstakingly sought through various channels last night.

She made it clear that she would broadcast every game Jiang Xiao played in the World Cup, whether it was an individual competition or a team competition, she would accompany him through this journey.

Ye Xunyang also stated: Jiang Xiao could choose not to answer her questions, but if he was interested, he could consider replying with a few words.

Jiang Xiao didn't hesitate too much. For this Yang Ma's first sister, Jiang Xiao felt that he should maintain a good relationship.

Ye Xunyang was no longer a "newly promoted" first sister. In the past two or three years, she had firmly established her position.

As a media person with great influence and the official face, if she could say a few good words for Jiang Xiao, it would be of great benefit to him.

In addition, Ye Xunyang had been broadcasting Jiang Xiao's games since high school, following him all the way to university and the World Cup, and had even done a one-on-one interview with Jiang Xiao. They chatted well in private, so Jiang Xiao agreed to her request.

In Ye Xunyang's question, Jiang Xiao finally saw Alice's tweeted words that were relayed by Ye Xunyang. It seemed to be a new tweet Alice sent after the match results came out?

Ye Xunyang: "Humility or weakness?

Alice asked God to bless her, as if she had placed her fate in God's hands?

@JiangXiaoPiPiBuPi, what are your thoughts on this? In the upcoming competition, do you think God will favor Alice?"

Jiang Xiao pondered for a moment, scratched his head, and gently tapped on the phone screen:

"I don't know if God will favor him, that's their faith. We Chinese people are unwilling to entrust our fate to fate.

Our concepts are not the same.

In their faith and mythology system, the fire seems to have been stolen from the gods. In our myths and stories, we obtained it by striking stones and drilling wood.

Not only is fire like this, but so are other things.

If the world is chaotic, we split it open with an axe.

If there are too many suns, we shoot them down with arrows.

If the mountains are in the way, we move the mountains away, and if the sea is in the way, we fill the sea.

Compared to waiting for favor and pity, we are more willing to believe in ourselves and are more willing to take our destiny into our own hands. See you on the field."

Below this reply, the comments were rising madly at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"As expected of a top student from the Imperial Capital Star Martial University! These words are so damn comfortable!"

"Pi! God! Mighty!"

"Stop praising him, this kid skipped from the first year of high school straight to the third year, and didn't take the college entrance examination in the third year, but was directly recommended to the Imperial Capital Star Martial University. He hasn't even read books for a few years, and he's just a junior high school graduate at most."

Flipping to this comment, Jiang Xiao's face stiffened: ???