Huaguo Water Curtain Group.
Jiang Xiaoche was working overtime again today, because it was almost time to get off work.
Old Man Sun had summoned Jiang Xiaoche.
There were all kinds of snacks and different flavors of popcorn on the old man's table, and he had even hired a dessert chef to make desserts on the spot.
Jiang Xiaoche felt that this scene was a little familiar.
He subconsciously glanced at the time, puzzled by Old Man Sun's behavior.
This wasn't the time for the World Cup.
It wasn't the time for League of Valor's S99 global finals.
And it wasn't the time for Old Man Sun's favorite TV series or variety shows.
Recently, the popular variety show "Big Brothers Who Stir Up Trouble" was Old Man Sun's favorite.
Old Man Sun was a fashionable old man. In order to catch up with young people and gain a better understanding of their market, he never resisted learning about new things.
But this scene in front of him wasn't common.
"Xiaoche, come and sit down. I was just worried that no one would watch the competition with me," Old Man Sun called out.
Old Man Sun fiddled with the magic ball on the table, and a three-dimensional holographic image immediately appeared in the air.
"This is …" Jiang Xiaoche looked at this scene hesitantly.
Because the scene in front of him instantly made him notice a familiar person.
It was that pretty boy called Wang Ling …
"This is the live broadcast of Classmate Wang Ling's exchange student competition on Sun Island," Old Man Sun said.
Jiang Xiaoche was a little confused. "But I remember that Classmate Wang Ling participated in a closed door competition …"
Because of his connection with Sun Island's business, Jiang Xiaoche actually had a certain level of understanding of Sun Island.
It was Lotus Sun who had found him and asked him to sign the two billion yuan deal with Sakai Toyonian's family.
"So this old man also paid a certain price," Old Man Sun said.
"Price?"
"Isn't the organizer the Sun Island Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools? This old man agreed to be the title sponsor for their follow-up large-scale competition, which was how I managed to get this video."
"…"
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoche's heart inexplicably ached a little.
"But Master, I still don't know why you called me here …"
"No buts. Chatting with me is part of your duty as secretary general. "
"Master, I have to be with my girlfriend today …"
"Don't give me that. You still want to pretend that you have a girlfriend in front of me? You might have many female companions, but even now, you are still a lonely old man. Don't think I don't know. "
"…"
These words were like a whip that deeply lashed at Jiang Xiaoche's heart, causing him to be immediately stunned on the spot.
Old Man Sun said, "Sit down. I'm looking for you this time because I want to watch the game with you and then have a casual chat. I think you've always misunderstood Student Wang Ling. "
"…"
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoche was instantly stunned.
He thought that no one would know what he had done.
However, he never thought that he could not escape the old man's eyes in the end.
Old Man Sun in front of him was the one who hid the most.
"Have a seat, Little Che." Old Man Sun smiled kindly.
"Alright …"
The amiable light in those eyes was like a spring breeze caressing one's face. Jiang Xiaoche could not refuse, and at the same time, he felt ashamed.
He didn't dare to look Old Man Sun in the eye.
He could only sit by the side.
As he watched, Jiang Xiaoche realized that this match seemed a little different from what he had imagined.
Why did that Sun Island native student keep slapping his own face …?
…
Meanwhile, the battle between Wang Ling and Micura Weimei was still going on.
To be honest, Micura Weimei had been against the idea of a rigged match at first.
But the conditions that Ueki Kuniyama had offered him were too good.
It had always been his dream to study abroad. His grades at Kuwata High School were excellent, and he had received a lot of scholarships every year. But it was unrealistic to rely on these meager scholarships to study abroad.
The most important thing was that the school could only recommend a few students to study abroad each year; you could count them on your fingers.
It was said that the students with the best grades would be selected.
But in practice, these places were destined to be reserved for those who had the connections.
Micura Weimei had no background or power, and secondly, he had no money. It would be a fool's dream for him to get a recommendation.
Thus, Micura Weimei had already made plans the next day.
He clearly knew that a rigged match … was in fact a very shameful thing to do, but he was still willing to do it.
Because right now, he was nothing.
The only thing he could do was endure for the time being and become someone else's pawn.
As long as he could get through this and officially breathe the air of freedom in Mixiu nation, everything would be worth it.
What he had to do was to endure it silently.
A rigged match had to be rigged …
Watching Micura Weimei slap himself again and again, Wang Ling's thoughts were inexplicably complicated.
The Wang family, for example, were actually just ordinary commoners. But under the influence of Father and Mother Wang's education since young, Wang Ling knew better than anyone else how to be content with what he had.
Wang Ling had never thought about studying abroad.
Because the moon was the same everywhere in the world, even if he went abroad, the moon might not necessarily be rounder.
But just because he thought this way didn't mean that other people thought the same.
Micura Weimei wanted to "rise" and obtain better resources, and use his own efforts to give his family a better life.
There was nothing wrong with this in itself.
"Why is that person hitting himself?" In front of the TV, Zhou Ziyi was puzzled.
"He probably made an agreement with someone to drag my disciple down with him through a rigged match." Odd Zhuo picked up a pepper and salt pork chop and put it in Jiumiya Ryoko's bowl.
This scene lifted Jiumiya Ryoko's mood a little, but then she saw Odd Zhuo pick up another chop and put it in Zhou Ziyi's bowl.
Jiumiya Ryoko: "…"
"The way Sun Island judges a rigged match is very simple. First, it's based on basic combat strength, and second, it's based on overall combat strength. As long as the side with the higher combat strength is suspected of going easy, it's very easy to judge it as a rigged match. Then, both sides will be disqualified. "
"Then isn't Classmate Wang Ling in danger?" Zhou Ziyi stared fixedly at the screen.
To be honest, if he had been in this situation, he definitely wouldn't have known what to do.
He wanted to see how Wang Ling would deal with it.
Wang Ling watched as Micura Weimei slapped himself again and again, leaving crisscrossed handprints on his originally thin little face.
He was as heavy-handed as Kazuya Sakai from before.
These slaps on the face were in fact infused with inner strength; Micura Weimei was deliberately giving himself internal injuries.
But Wang Ling could see that.
Micura Weimei didn't want to do that.
As he slapped himself, he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks.
They were silent tears.
It wasn't because of the pain.
The moment he faced Micura Weimei, Wang Ling had already known everything.
Ueki Kuniyama's request for Micura Weimei was for him to injure him as much as possible, then fall to the ground and play dead … to deliberately let Wang Ling win, and thus judge it as a rigged match.
That was to say, there were many ways to judge a rigged match.
But Micura Weimei had chosen one.
A way that wouldn't hurt anyone.
Because the final result would be the same; he just needed to achieve his goal of rigging the match.
Although he knew that choosing to study abroad in this way was extremely unfair to Wang Ling.
Even if he didn't hurt Wang Ling, he would still have a bad reputation for rigging the match.
Micura Weimei couldn't think of any way to make up for it …
Thus, he could only use this method.
After so many years …
He had endured it all.
Powerless and powerless, he had drifted with the tide on this small cultivation island just so that his family could live a better life.
At the same time, he slapped himself.
Shame, resistance, and the intense loneliness of struggling alone suddenly welled up in his heart.
Tears fell uncontrollably from Micura Weimei's eyes.
At that moment, he saw Wang Ling slowly approach him with his hands in his trouser pockets.
"No … don't come near me! Long-san! "
Micura Weimei's face was already so swollen that he couldn't speak.
He was roaring in his heart.
He thought that no one could understand his helplessness and loneliness.
But the truth was that when Wang Ling gradually approached him and looked him in the eye, Wang Ling's expression changed.
In a split second, Micura Weimei suddenly felt his mind go blank, and he actually fell into a trance.
"What … what is this …"
At that moment, an empty universe appeared in Micura Weimei's mind.
In the boundless universe, there wasn't even a single star. He saw the lonely figure of the King Ling.
Micura Weimei's heart was instantly moved.
He couldn't imagine the scene in his mind.
He had thought that he was already the loneliest person in the world.
But he had never expected that the loneliness in the heart of the youngster standing in front of him would be far greater than his …
That feeling of helplessness, desolation, and solitude crept over him like a crawling worm, and Micura Weimei's mind instantly went blank.
Bystanders couldn't tell what was happening at all …
Micura Weimei's body went limp and he fell forward.
Wang Ling carefully caught his body and slowly laid him flat on the ground.
That move just now was called the "Great Loneliness Spell."
It was also one of the gentler spells among Wang Ling's current Heavenly Dao spells.
There weren't any side effects.
The victim would feel one-billionth of Wang Ling's loneliness … and would gradually stop thinking under the impact of this loneliness.
Thus, Micura Weimei closed his eyes just like that, as expected.
Wang Ling stared at the youngster on the ground without the slightest ripple of emotion on his face.
Before he left, he cast a spirit light on Micura Weimei's face.
The swollen face that Micura Weimei had slapped almost deformed instantly returned to normal.
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