Zhang Bo looked glad that he was "very dangerous, very dangerous", but then he smiled bitterly, "Although the result is no difference."

...

"Who said that?"

Zhuge Yun rolled his eyes, "You will be embarrassed if you really run out."

...

"The opponent's player is out."

"This looks pretty strong."

Zhao Lu was looking at the tall but quite capable boy, a little uncertain.

They had made a mistake before.

The strongest of the three of them was defeated and sank.

...

Of course, it is also possible that that boy is indeed the weakest among the opponent's contestants.

But, it's still better than them.

...

If so, they are really in danger.

...

I thought they only needed to win one game, but I felt relaxed.

Sure enough... they thought it was too simple.

Nothing is comparable to the experience, technology, and tacit understanding between horses.

The only thing they can count on is the flaws exposed by the other party under contempt.

It is difficult to defeat the strong with the weak, but it is not impossible.

The most important thing is that this heart that wants to win cannot retreat.

...

The boy seemed to notice Zhao Luzheng's gaze, turned his head and smiled at him, raised his eyebrows high, and showed provocation.

...

Zhao Luzheng silently turned to look at Xiao Xiao and the others, "I'll get this game."

...

Xiao Xiao glanced at the tall and thin boy. The other party was joking with his companion, and he showed some contempt because he was sure to win.

Compared with the slightly fat boy in front, this person may be stronger, but he is more likely to slack off because of contempt.

And this is Zhao Luzheng's opportunity.

...

"Youngest, come on."

"Leave it to you."

Zhuge Yun and Zhang Bo clenched their fists and knocked them gently with Zhao Luzheng.

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"Third brother."

......

Xiao Xiao smiled and clenched his fist, gently touched Zhao Luzheng's fist that was stretched over, "Come on."

"That person, maybe it's an opportunity."

...

Zhao Luzheng was stunned, then nodded heavily, "Yes."

...

"preparation-"

"Bang!"

...

A black figure rushed out first.

The tall and thin man immediately curled his lips and glanced at Zhao Luzheng with his spare time. Then he looked forward and flew over Zhao Luzheng like a wind.

...

After the initial nervousness faded, Zhao Luzheng pursed his lips, and the wind whistled in his ears, and there was a hustle and bustle.

His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to capture the figure ahead.

"Go~Go~"

...

"It seems that the one with the plaid shirt is going to lose."

"Yes, it was widened from the beginning, and the distance was not very long, so it was difficult to recover from it later."

"unless-"

...

Zhao Luzheng was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt today.
Chapter completed!