"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Hundreds of fireworks soared into the sky, exploding into brilliant masses in the blue sky.

Accompanied by salutes, cheers, shouts, and screams, the candidates filed out and swam from the "narrow" indoors to the more "broad" world.

Area A, second row of the auditorium.

Chen Siwen, who was originally nervous, saw Chen Yu's figure, her nose felt sore, and tears rolled down her eyes: "Mom, it's Chen Yu. It's Xiaoyu! Mom! He's been promoted, he's been promoted!"

Naturally, Mother Chen also saw it. Her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the corners of her clothes. She just nodded, nodded, and nodded again...

In their front row.

Sister Qi crossed her legs, leaned back on the seat, elegantly lit a cigarette, and puffed lightly...

"call……"

As the mist rose, there were also her sexy lips...

…

"come on!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"come on!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"come on!"

"Dong dong..."

Under the rhythmic beating of dozens of big drums, more than 60,000 spectators shouted in unison, with overwhelming momentum.

In Chen Yu's memory, he was here when Chen Siwen took the college entrance examination two years ago.

But only from the perspective of a candidate, can we feel the "wave" rolling in from all directions.

Chen Yu reached out to pick out his ears and walked out of the door. He immediately looked at the auditorium in Area A.

He saw Chen Siwen waving her hands vigorously towards him, the makeup on her face was stained with tears.

Chen Yu grinned and was about to raise his hand to respond, but suddenly he glanced at Sister Qi "underneath" Chen Siwen.

"What the hell? Why are they sitting together?"

"hehe……"

Chen Yu seemed to hear the sneer from Sister Qi...

I also saw the other party’s middle finger slowly raised...

"emmmm...I'm done."

…

The large outdoor stadium has a total of six arenas.

The big arena in the middle.

and a small arena surrounding it.

The large arena will only be used in the official competition on July 8.

Today's arena competition only uses five small arenas around it.

There are five groups in each batch, competing at the same time, with a time limit of fifteen minutes.

Not to mention the fast pace, audiences from all regions can enjoy watching it.

It is worth mentioning that in order to avoid excessive casualties among candidates, the system will give priority to matching students from the same school...

Ten past one in the afternoon.

The mayor, directors of various departments and others entered the venue and visited the VIP seats.

1:15 p.m.

Scoring examiners drawn from all over the country entered the venue.

1:20 p.m....

"The arena competition is about to begin."

"The arena competition is about to begin."

"All candidates are asked to go to the waiting area!"

"Repeat, please all candidates go to the waiting area..."

The sound of the broadcast resounded throughout the stadium.

All the qualified candidates immediately ran to the waiting areas of their respective middle schools.

The waiting area is where candidates wait for the competition.

Except for the school leadership, massage staff, medical staff, and teachers are not allowed to enter.

Compared to the crowding in No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 middle schools.

The waiting area of ​​No. 7 Middle School where Chen Yu was located was deserted.

There are only a dozen or so students who can be considered for promotion...

"Are you all here?" The principal of No. 7 Middle School copied a list and ordered with a serious expression: "Quickly give the students a massage to loosen their muscles and bones."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the technicians swarmed forward, forced the candidates who were promoted into chairs, and began to knead and stretch them.

"Students, the matching rules of the arena competition are to give priority to those from our school." The principal held the list and spoke quickly: "We know the strength of our own people. Once the strength gap between the two sides is too large, the weaker side must immediately admit defeat to avoid

Internal friction casualties.”

"But..." One candidate hesitated: "The examiner said that if you don't show your strength, even if you win three times, you may not advance."

"Snapped!"

The principal rolled the list into a tube and slapped it directly on the head of the candidate: "Are you stupid? What do you mean by not necessarily advancing?"

The candidate who was beaten: "Huh?"

"We can't advance at all!" The principal waved his hand and said majestically: "I have been the principal of No. 7 Middle School for so many years, and not a single student has been promoted!"

Everyone: "..."

"This is my experience. There are hundreds of people, but only 12 are promoted. What do you get for promotion? Kind eyes?"

Everyone: "..."

"Don't think so much, win one game at a time, and avoid internal friction is the best way!" The principal gave the death order, and then expanded the list: "I will start the roll call now to see who is not here.**"

"arrive!"

"***."

"arrive."

"Chen Kaizi."

"exist."

"***"

"What about..."

After calling the names, the principal breathed a sigh of relief: "There are twelve people in total, and no one is left behind. Remember, don't wander around after the game, and come back as soon as possible to arrange tactics!"

"Understood."×13

"Now let's take a rest, conserve our energy, and wait for the game."

"Understood."×13

Nodding, the principal put away the list, turned around and looked for a chair to sit down, but found that the chairs were all occupied: "Huh? Is there no room for me to sit?"

"Principal, it's gone." The dean next to him brought over a box of mineral water and placed it on the ground: "How about you sit here?"

In the college entrance examination field, the top one is Tian, ​​the second one is the second one, and the third one is the candidate.

Even the principal is embarrassed to compete with candidates for seats.

"Isn't that right?" The principal frowned: "Isn't it a good idea? Twelve students were promoted, and we borrowed 13 chairs from the official, how could we not have mine?"

The dean turned around, took a glance, and scratched his head: "It's all full..."

"Something's wrong."

The principal walked to the far left, stretched out his chubby fingers, and checked one by one: "One, two, three, four... eleven, twelve, thirteen. Huh? Thirteen?!"

The leadership of No. 7 Middle School was shocked.
To be continued...