Lunch time, the stadium is temporarily off.

Qi Leren pulled Ning Zhou to the seat of the special class and first helped him deal with the minor injuries left by the morning competition.

After processing, he handed Ning Zhou the lunch he brought to his classmates: "Here, I'll leave you a delicious sandwich. I bought it from Lanster. The black bread near the stadium is sold, so you can't eat this."

Ning Zhou took the sandwich and thanked Lance: "Thank you."

Lance touched his nose: "It's nothing, come on in the afternoon's game."

Ning Zhou nodded solemnly.

"Hey, I just thought that I hadn't prepared any gifts..." Lance said carelessly about Ning Zhou's birthday party in the evening, completely forgetting that Qi Le had asked him to keep it secret not long ago.

Qi Leren covered his mouth with his backhand and stepped on his shoes.

Ning Zhou, who is well chewing sandwiches:?

Chile: "Lance wants to say that he did not prepare a gift to celebrate your victory."

Lance, who was covered with his mouth: "Mmmmm."

Ning Zhou: "It doesn't matter, no gift is needed."

Qi Leren: "Look at how gentle, considerate and considerate Ning Zhou is. You can't find a boy better than him in the entire Holy See!"

Lance: Although...but... your filter is a bit thick? Where is Ning Zhou gentle?

"Some," said Ning Zhou.

The two were shocked: "Who?"

Especially Qi Leren, he looked at Ning Zhou angrily, wondering who was more gentle, considerate and understanding than Ning Zhou. This was impossible, Ning Zhou was an angel!

Ning Zhou said naturally: "It's fun."

This answer made Qi Leren stunned for a moment, and Lance, who was beside him, whispered: "You have only known him for a week."

Why do you even look at people with the same filter?

Ning Zhou looked at Qi Leren with a gaze. Qi Leren covered his face and couldn't hold it anymore. He was so blushing. Xiao Ning Zhou was so sweet when he got straight!

"Although I only knew each other for a week, he has become my best friend." Ning Zhou expressed his feelings nervously but bluntly. "If you hadn't encouraged me to participate in the competition, I would have left regrets. Now, no matter whether I can win the championship or not, I will not regret it, because I have given my all."

Unfortunately, this keyword touched Qi Leren, and he laughed: "It seems that I came to the Holy See this time in disguise, but it was a blessing in disguise."

Ning Zhou nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"But aren't you leaving soon? I heard that Priest Qi is going to serve his sentence at the border between the two realms, so you must go with him." Lance said.

Qi Leren looked at him resentfully: "Don't say such a lack of atmosphere at this time!"

"I really hope you can stay in the Holy See." Ning Zhou frowned, "It's better for me to go and the Pope..."

"No need." Qi Leren interrupted his thoughts. He knew that this was impossible. In this dream, he was just a passerby and could not stay here forever. "Hey, the referee is summoning the players. You hurry up and go, the afternoon game is about to begin."

Ning Zhou left.

When Qileren saw several Holy Seen Guards walking towards him at the entrance of the auditorium, he suddenly had a premonition: Could it be today, right?

Unfortunately, his lucky E still broke out accurately in his dreams, and the Holy See was indeed looking for him: "Get your luggage immediately. At 4:00 pm, you will go to the border between the two borders with your father to serve your sentence. The convoy will start in Serenity Square."

Lance wailed: "No, right? What should I do with Ning Zhou's birthday party that night?"

Qi Leren was very calm. He was probably used to being beaten by Lucky Value. He stood up and said, "I understand. At about four o'clock, I will be there on time."

The Holy See's guard left, and Lance asked nervously, "What should I do now?"

"What's the hurry? Keep watching the game." Qi Leren sat back calmly.

"You won't pack your luggage?"

"If you don't go, the game is important. I hope the game will end before four o'clock."

Lance looked him up and down for a while in shock: "If you don't show up immediately, your father will definitely be held accountable."

"I will arrive on time." Qi Leren smiled at him, "the kind that doesn't bring luggage."

Lance was immediately moved by his friendship that "even if he was about to set out to serve his sentence, he would insist on watching the game for his best friend."

"There are a few more things. I originally planned to come by myself, but now it seems that I can't attend the birthday party in the evening. I can only leave it to you. You can remember it carefully. I secretly prepared the birthday cake and hid it in..." Qi Leren explained as if he was arranging the funeral. Lance hurriedly took out the paper and pen to record it.

"Where is a birthday gift? Do I need to hand it over?" asked Lance, who remembered a long list of birthday party notes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Leren suddenly felt the penguin egg in his arms move, and a slight gurgling sound came from his clothes.

"Uh... It's a coincidence that the birthday gift hatched." Qi Leren laughed, "I originally prepared something else, but since it hatched on time, it's it."

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Ning Zhou was a little restless.

He knew that there was no slight slack on the field, but the faint premonition in his heart always tormented him, making him pay frequent attention to Qi Leren in the audience.

Qi Leren smiled back every time, without any abnormality.

Why, he always has an ominous premonition in his heart?

Just when Ning Zhou was confused, the opponent's fierce sword moves on the field forced him to concentrate on dealing with it. The afternoon players were all people who made joining the Knights' Order their life goal, which was much harder to deal with than in the morning. Ning Zhou was in danger several times and almost lost.

After another victory, Ning Zhou walked off the field panting and sweating all over. In this snowy and snowy land, the sweat quickly frozen in his inner clothes. When he put on his outer clothes, he gradually melted and dried by his body temperature, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Ning Zhou didn't complain, he drank it with the water. It was the hot water prepared by Qi Leren for him.

The referee paid special attention to him and stepped forward and asked, "The next game is the final. Do you need a rest?"

"What time is it now?" Ning Zhou blurted out.

"Three:30." The referee asked in confusion, "What's wrong, are you in a hurry?"

"No, I..." Ning Zhou frowned and subconsciously turned around looking for Qi Leren's figure. He was still sitting there, waving to him happily, "It's okay."

"Since it's okay, why not take a break and restore your strength." The referee suggested kindly.

"Thank you, but I want to start the finals as soon as possible." Ning Zhou said.

"Okay. Come on, we're all looking forward to seeing your victory." The referee smiled and said something that didn't meet his neutrality requirements.

The tall and powerful opponent, Selo, snorted lightly, expressing his dissatisfaction with the referee's partiality.

"Okay, Selo, don't be jealous. You are three or four years older than Ning Zhou." The referee was also familiar with Selo and stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, too, don't underestimate Ning Zhou's ability because he is young."

"I dare not." Selo glanced at Ning Zhou, with a solemnity and a faint fear in his seemingly contemptuous look.

This guy is obviously just a child, why can he defeat opponents who are much older than him all the way? Sello has watched Ning Zhou's game seriously. His swordsmanship is indeed solid and has outstanding skills, but he is confident that he is a level opponent with him, and his strength and experience are richer than Ning Zhou.

But when Selo and Ning Zhou stood on the field together, when he looked at Ning Zhou, who was young and young in front of him, who was already determined to be fearless of life and death, he suddenly saw the possibility of his failure in his blue eyes full of desire for victory.

He didn't want to admit defeat, so Selo slowly drew his sword.

Come on, let him see if the Holy Nun's son is qualified to inherit her glory.

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Three forty.

"Ning Zhou!" Qi Leren exclaimed from the audience. When he saw Ning Zhou retreating step by step under the attack of Selo and avoiding the fierce sword move, he was hit by a sword in his arm and was bleeding.

He held the hatched penguin and ran from the audience to the front railing.

In the song "Dedicated to Marias", Ning Zhou seemed to hear his voice. He got up from the field and shook his head at Qi Leren.

The game is not over yet, and he has not yet surrendered.

Qi Leren was extremely nervous. The little penguin was even more nervous than him. It was squirming tenaciously in his clothes, trying to stretch out its small head. Qi Leren reached into the clothes and held it. It immediately poked its head out of the collar and looked around curiously.

On the fierce competition, Ning Zhou glanced at this scene from the corner of his eyes, and he looked at the little penguin in shock.

Qi Leren smiled and said loudly: "Come on, you have to bring a champion to your child!"

Selo almost slipped: "Do you even have a child?"

Ning Zhou gave him a sword: "Just born."

Selo: "???"

If it weren't for the game, he would have really wanted to ask clearly. But soon, the situation would not allow him to distract himself from thinking about this issue. Ning Zhou seemed to be stimulated by something, and he was more fierce than the other, forcing him to turn from offense to defense, which completely fell into Ning Zhou's trap.

Only then did Selo realize that he had made a mistake. When watching the game before, he discovered that once Ning Zhou's opponent turned into the defensive, he would quickly lose. This child has a sharp attack like a god, and he could easily find his opponent's flaws. He neither hesitated nor hesitated. Once he saw the weakness, the offensive would be suppressed like a mountain.

The sword was knocked away and swirled in the air and fell on the ice outside the field.

"I lost." Selo admitted the reality in frustration.

Ning Zhou did not respond politely, but immediately turned around and looked at the audience - Qi Leren jumped up and waved his arms excitedly, as if he wanted to give him a hug from the air.

The little penguin could not stand his excitement and quietly turned back into his clothes. Qi Leren untied his scarf, wrapped the little penguin, and raised it high, as if he was holding up a trophy for victory.

At this moment, Ning Zhou felt the reality of victory. Great joy melted in his heart, like a whole glacier melting into the sea.

Amid the deafening cheers of the audience, he smiled in a daze.

Did he do it?

He did it!
To be continued...