Chapter 492 - 150: Striking It Rich (4)
There happen to be ten thousand teams left.
The power ranking now has Su Xiaocai exploding earlier, Vegetable Farmers ranked second, still behind Yun Ji.
Even if their skills are really good, professional analysts generally believe Vegetable Farmers are too young, with an average age of about eighteen, without as much experience as Yun Ji.
Fans were not convinced, the two sides even got into an argument.
But the matter didn’t escalate, both sides were aware Su Xiaocai doesn’t like circles doing extreme things, nor blackening each other, so they mostly just bragged about their own team’s achievements.
Xing Miao sat on a chair in the dining hall, continuously regulating his breathing; four hours represented four days of fighting in the New World, a full four days and nights.
Su Xiaocai presented an Insect Man scenario, requiring them to escape with just one spacecraft, isolated and helpless, relying on a team of ten.
Wu Qingqing, as a combat member, was very tired, Xing Miao even more so.
In the end, they were still badly defeated, four days in the New World brought their body and mind to an inhuman level of torment.
They resisted to the end, still ended up killed in despair.
"So bitter." Feng Wansha took a sip of black coffee, tonight she would review with Xing Miao and Li Leilei, analyze with them early tomorrow.
Chef Li served the food, seeing their spirit was very low, and told them the finals location had been released, suggesting they go take a look.
"So soon?" Not to the finals yet.
Xing Miao went online to check. The gist was their finals would be held on the frontline, along a route occupied by Insect Men.
The exact planet for the competition location was still undecided.
Many citizens were opposed to it, holding the finals there surely involved sacrifices, right?
No matter how skilled the players were, they haven’t undergone real combat, why compete in such a dangerous place?
Hadn’t lessons from last time been learned?
Xing Miao frowned too.
While they were each reading the notice, Su Xiaocai appeared holding Huahua’s hand, Xiao Wanzi following behind.
She casually said, "Looking at the finals location?"
"Yeah, Caicai, what do you think?"
"Not much to see, guessing your hundred thousand people will join military training, no school next semester. Didn’t you notice? Finals date not set. The military wouldn’t rush you to the battlefield, probably will adapt for one or two months before starting the competition."
"Huh? So then... no school, enlisted right away?"
"About that, semi-enlisted status, if someone can’t adapt, they’re allowed to quit. Just go when the finals come."
Hu Ping liked the feeling of being famous; suddenly enlisting, isolated, wouldn’t that hinder his peacock moment?
"What’s the point in that, having to wait one or two months to watch the finals, the audience’s enthusiasm is lost."
"Lost is lost, the military doesn’t care, it’s the committee that’s anxious. I’ve set up regular competitions in the New World, giving those who want to play mechas a venue. Conducting seasonal competitive matches." Su Xiaocai could already imagine the joyful sensation of money constantly flowing into the account.
No longer worried about empty pockets, buy what she wanted, upgrade her own mecha massively.
Blissful, I’m truly brilliant.
The New World had grown with many entertainment projects, compatible with numerous games, some people already buying land and playing construction inside.
Some even thought of building a big house, living there on a daily basis.
Su Xiaocai was glad she had anticipated these people’s crazy moves, set up anti-addiction measures from the start, otherwise, some could really buy a cheap simulation pod and settle down online.