Chapter 111: Place the Bet (1)
My Sassy 'Crown Princess'
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Chapter 111: Place the Bet (1)
âZheng Xuan is on the stage.â Yan Chen said excitedly, clenching his fists.
Mo Fei immediately opened his eyes wide, said with an affirmative tone, âI will keep my eyes wide open and see through this guyâs weakness.â
Yan Chen cast a glance at Mo Fei, but ignored his words, âFighting!â
Zheng Xuanâs opponent looked quite awful, even his legs shivering when walking onto the stage.
Mo Feiâs face darkened, and he said blandly, âZheng Xuanâs opponent is lame! Before they fight, his legs are already shaking like hell. Is it possible he has knee osteoarthritis? But given his age, he shouldnât have gotten such a disease.â
Yan Chen said with a pitiful tone, âPoor guy! He encounters Zheng Xuan in the first round. He must have stepped on some dogshit the way here.â
Mo Fei nodded approvingly, âYeah, you are right. Zheng Xuan is a lump of dogshit.â
Yan Chen, â...â That was not he was trying to say.
Zheng Xuan sent her opponent down with a ball of fire.
Mo Feiâs face darkened. Wasnât Zheng Xuanâs opponent too weak? The fight was already over before he saw it clearly, âWho is that guy? Why didnât he fight back? Is he here to make a show of himself?â
Yan Chen shrugged his shoulders helplessly, âLevel three VS level five. Itâs not necessary for him to fight back.â
Mo Fei said disapprovingly, âI donât think so. Yiyi dares to fight back.â
Yan Chen got a little dumbfounded, âYiyi is not a mortal.â
âZheng Xuan, Zheng Xuan...â The audience called his name enthusiastically, while Zheng Xuan walked down the stage unflappably.
Mo Fei grinded his teeth and said, âLook at Zheng Xuanâs face. With one more glance, you would have a spur to throw a punch on it!â
Yan Chen blinked and said, âReally? Actually, I find Zheng Xuan kind of cute!â
Mo Fei then snorted lightly, âHum, I hate people who are more handsome than me.â
âPrince Yu is going on the arena!â Yan Chen shouted with a cheerful tone.
Once Prince Yu stepped onto the arena, the audience gave him unprecedented applause, âPrince Yu...Prince Yu...â
Yan Chen looked at Lou Yu, with only envy written on his face, âMo Fei, Prince Yu is so so handsome!â
Mo Fei said disapprovingly, âJust an Adonis!â
Yan Chen nodded, then said, âSpeaking of that, Prince Yuâs skin has become much smoother like silk. I wonder what kind of skin care product he is using now. Mo Fei, you ask him for me.â
Mo Fei forced a smile and said, âSure, I will.â
Yan Chen grabbed Mo Feiâs hand and said with a very serious tone, eyes wide open, âMo Fei, donât you forget about it!â
Mo Fei hung his head and thought to himself: If I really ask him for you, Lou Yu will definitely give me a good beat.
Lou Yuâs opponent was also pretty vulnerable. Only one round and he already got thrown off the arena.
âHow impressive!â Mutter Mo Fei to himself.
Yan Chen nodded and said, âYes! A lot of people say that he has the potential to win the championship.â
âHmm? Why is there even a level two magician?â Looking at the contestant, Mo Fei asked.
Yan Chen blinked and said, âThere are many geniuses in the Imperial College, and there are dozens of third-level stars. However, for those colleges in remote areas, level three star magician are already very rare. Some even donât have level three star magicians.â
Mo Fei nodded and said, âNow I see.â
The preliminary competition was held on ten arenas at the time, so it only needed three days. And finally half of the contestants would be eliminated. Mo Fei surprisingly found Su Rong was also among them. Su Rong was not so lucky. His opponent was a level three star magician. They were horse and horse. After a whole hour Su Rong exchanged his win with injuries all over.
Three seconds after his opponent fell, Su Rong also fell down.
The students standby then carried Su Rong to the medical room using a stretcher.
Yan Chen frowned, âSu Rong has really bad luck. Though he won this match, he got severely injured. Iâm afraid he wonât be able to go on with the next round.â
Mo Fei shook his head, swearing in his heart, âSu Rong is such an idiot! Why does he always get injured all over?â
Yan Chen looked over to Mo Fei, âMo Fei, havenât you participated in the gambling!â
âGambling? What do you mean?â asked Mo Fei curiously.
Yan Chen blinked his eyes and said, âMany casinos have placed best on who would win the championship? Donât you know?â
Mo Fei gritted his teeth and said, âWhat? If I had known it earlier, I should have placed all my money for the bet. What a pity! What a pity! What super big pity!â
Yan Chen blinked his eyes, âMo Fei, you are really confident in your Yiyi.â
Mo Fei nodded hard, âOf course.â
Yan Chen touched his chin and said blandly, âYiyiâs capability is known to all, so the odds on him wouldnât be high. If I place 100 million on Yiyi, I can only earn more than 10 million at most.â
Mo Fei stared at Yan Chen with starry eyes, âMore than 10 million?â
Yan Chen nodded, âYeah, just trying to win some pocket money. I thought Su Rong is not bad, I can place a bet on him. But seen from now, Iâm afraid he is gonna lose for sure in the next round.â
Mo Fei raised his eyebrows. âMaybe.â Mo Fei squinted and fell in his thoughts.
âSince Su Rong got so badly injure, now the odds on him must be very high.â Yan Chen grumbled.
Mo Fei nodded, and suddenly a good idea popped out of his head, âThat sounds quite reasonable.
Mo Yi looked at the message on his comlink Mo Fei had sent him, then got up silently.
âMo Yi, where you going? Wonât you keep watching the game?â the classmate sitting next to Mo Yi asked.
âNo, Iâm done.â Mo Yi then stood up and walked to the medical room.