Shen Rui waved his hand in front of Zhang Mingyu's eyes: "What are you daydreaming about? What are you looking at?"
Yu Ya glanced in their direction.
Zhang Mingyu glanced at Cheng Anlang in the crowd and sighed helplessly: "It's nothing."
Once everyone has said what they need to say, the mutant beast competition will begin.
Actually, there used to be a mutated beast squad procession, but in the last one, one of the mutated beasts in the squad suddenly went berserk, causing chaos throughout the entire arena, so the mutated beast squad procession was canceled.
The host struck an ancient bell on the high platform with a heavy thud.
"Thump—"
The sound of the bell, accompanied by the host's voice, pierced through eardrums and resounded throughout the sky.
"The Mutant Beast Competition officially begins—"
Chapter 29, Scene 29
Cheng Anlang sat still and opened the match information he had just received.
Cheng Dahua leaned over and rested her head on Cheng Anlang's bent arm to watch together.
The preliminary round of the competition uses a points system, and the top ten players advance to the final round, which uses an elimination system. If you are lucky, you will be an extra person and directly advance to the next round.
The opponent information only displays the image and level of the mutated beast, and does not display other information such as skills.
Cheng Dahua's first opponent was Xia Qiming, and the mutated beast was a level two turtle named Mei Gui.
Although Cheng Anlang couldn't see the beauty in it at all.
Xia Qiming entered the school later than Cheng Anlang, but his mutated beast leveled up quite quickly.
Cheng Anlang's mind raced as he considered the possible skills of a level two turtle. Spraying water, fire, or wind was out of the question; that would require a level three mutated beast. At level two, all that would be usable was the shell.
Cheng Anlang had basically guessed how the first match would go. He directly asked Cheng Dahua, "Dahua, if such a big shell were to crash into your flowerpot, could you stop it...?"
Cheng Anlang stretched out his hands to show the size of the shell.
Cheng Dahua immediately took both of Cheng Anlang's hands, which were still gesturing, into her mouth.
Cheng Anlang: ...Alright, I understand what you mean.
Because the end time of each match varies and the match matching information is updated in real time, Cheng Anlang doesn't know who his next opponent will be.
Cheng Anlang pulled out his drool-covered hands, wiped them clean, checked the time, dug the golden flowerpot out of the substrate, and picked up Cheng Dahua.
"Let's go, it's time for the competition!"
"Awooooo!"
Then the substrate stuck to the outside of the flowerpot dripped all over Cheng Anlang's pants...
Cheng Anlang looked at the yellow, unidentified object on his lower body: "..."
"Wait, let me wipe your flowerpot clean first, then wipe my pants..."
There wasn't enough time to change my pants.
Cheng Anlang took out wet wipes from the mini storage compartment and wiped the flower pot and substrate on the ground clean. He then placed Cheng Dahua on the ground and began wiping the substrate off her pants.
"Huh?"
Cheng Dahua sat down next to Cheng Anlang's leg and watched him painstakingly wipe his pants. She thought for a moment.
"Aww!"
I should do something!
It immediately stuck out its tongue to lick the base of Cheng Anlang's pants, but just as the tip of its tongue touched Cheng Anlang's leg, Cheng Anlang pressed it down on its head.
"Huh?"
Cheng Dahua looked at him, puzzled.
Cheng Anlang pushed its head away: "Don't lick it like that..."
"Huh?"
Cheng Anlang didn't know how to explain it. Although Cheng Dahua drooled and licked his face every day, that was all she did. He couldn't explain the difference between licking his face and licking his legs. Anyway, licking his legs and licking his pants just felt weird.
While wiping his pants, Cheng Anlang said to him, "You can't lick other people's lower bodies anymore, you know, legs, um... if you bite them off, then never mind, got it?"
"Huh?"
"No reason needed, just remember this!"
"Aww..."
"Of course, don't bite off someone's leg randomly, we can't afford the medical expenses."
Cheng Anlang, despite his desperate efforts to clean himself up, went straight to the arranged battle arena in his filthy pants.
The scene was bustling with noise, and a flying camera rotated in mid-air, broadcasting the match live from this battle arena.
Cheng Anlang pointed to the flying camera: "See that? That's the camera. Your heroic figure will be shown to the whole world through that thing."
"Awooooo!"