Chapter 166 The Eight Tigers of the National Team

“Slurp... hah...”

In his sleep, Jiang Xiao faintly heard a strange sound.

He opened his sleepy eyes and saw the white wall in front of him.

What was strange to Jiang Xiao was that the white wall seemed to show Xing Yan's silent face.

Yesterday, after the match between Jiang Xiao and Xing Yan ended, with the help of the platinum Soothing Bell, Xing Yan completely calmed down. After weighing the pros and cons, he still followed Jiang Xiao back to his seat in the audience.

After that, Xing Yan was frighteningly silent, his state very similar to Xie Yan's after the battle.

Jiang Xiao would not deny that he had also been greatly affected.

Perhaps this was why the country strictly controlled the Forest of Tears.

This Tearful Rain Star Technique was truly too powerful. If the Forest of Tears was opened to the younger generation of children, and all Star Warriors possessed this Star Technique, it would not be good for the growth of any generation of Star Warriors.

Physical wounds could always heal, but mental trauma was really difficult to repair.

If this Star Technique appeared on a large scale, it would not only affect the new generation of growing children, but also cause huge and painful blows to adult Star Warriors.

In this life, the longer one lived and the more one experienced, who's life was easy?

The political activist Frederick Douglass once said:

"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."

This sentence could not be more appropriate when applied to the effect of Tearful Rain.

External pressure and blows might not crush a resolute adult, but everyone had pain in their hearts that they were unwilling to touch, especially for Chinese people who valued family. Problems with family and kinship were difficult for anyone to truly let go of.

Once such scenes and emotions were evoked, this kind of collapse from the depths of the heart would probably take a long time to calm down.

The Tearful Rain Star Technique in the Tear Spirit Star Bead was of gold quality. In this quality state, the country had already strictly controlled it.

Jiang Xiao's Tearful Rain Star Technique was of a higher platinum quality, far more terrifying than the gold quality.

Back then, in the Forest of Tears, Jiang Xiao was only experimenting with heavy rain, and Song Chunxi begged Jiang Xiao to stop, which showed how effective it was.

The Forest of Tears should indeed be strictly controlled by the authorities.

This kind of Star Technique should only appear in the army for special missions and battlefields, or to deal with foreign enemies and strike at enemies. It should not appear on a large scale in domestic competitions.

As a pioneer apprentice, Jiang Xiao benefited from the Pioneer Army and possessed this Star Technique.

Jiang Xiao did not want to say that he was sentimental, nor did he want to be a literary youth.

Since he had come to this strange and bizarre world, he only wanted to be mischievous and have fun.

To do some meaningful things in an interesting way and with the most relaxed attitude possible, would be worth coming to this world.

However, Xing Yan's words yesterday, "I'm already a senior," made Jiang Xiao feel a little sad.

These hard-working students, and those who had already been eliminated, whether they were juniors or seniors, perhaps this was their last chance.

But this was the arena.

Achieving victory was the meaning of Jiang Xiao stepping onto the green field, so he shouldn't have had pity for his opponents. Since he respected his opponents, he should do his best to defeat them. This was the correct concept.

However, Tearful Rain did have a great impact on Jiang Xiao. Even now, after a night's sleep, Jiang Xiao's mood and thoughts had returned to normal.

Of course, this also included the effect of the platinum Soothing Bell.

Jiang Xiao was very glad that he had done the right thing. He had used the Soothing Bell to stabilize Xing Yan's emotions time and time again.

Xing Yan was, after all, just an opponent, not a mortal enemy. Jiang Xiao only wanted to defeat him, not destroy him.

“Slurp... hah...”

The strange sound came again, awakening Jiang Xiao from his thoughts. He grabbed the quilt, turned around, and saw Zhao Da-ye sitting on the sofa, watching the silent television, with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

"Woke up?" Zhao Wenlong said.

"Ah, is it that hot?" Jiang Xiao abandoned his chaotic thoughts, restrained his emotions, propped himself up against the headboard, and said.

"Slurp... hah..." Zhao Wenlong took another sip of tea, picked up the remote control, and unmuted the television.

"The top eight list for the National Team Individual Competition has been officially released! Although the ten-person list has not yet been determined, the starting eight tigers list has been confirmed."

On the television screen, the list of the National Team's starting lineup was displayed.

Beijing Star Warrior: Hou Mingming, Zhao Wenlong, Jiang Xiaopi.

Central Plains Star Warrior: Xie Yan.

Great Tibet Star Warrior: Fan Ren.

Shanghai Star Warrior: Yu Jin.

East China Naval Medical Officer: Wu Xiaojing.

Southwest Star Warrior: Xin Ai'an.

The starting eight consisted of 5 combat types, 2 magic types, and 1 support.

This list was very much in line with the characteristics of the World Cup individual competition:

Combat types reigned supreme. Among the combat types, agile fighters were the most numerous, with as many as 4. There was only 1 shield fighter, Fan Ren, the ethnic minority player from Southwest Great Tibet Province.

Magic types were second, with only Xin Ai'an and Wu Xiaojing.

Of course, there seemed to be something incredible mixed in the list: a lost little poison nanny...

Jiang Xiao picked up his phone casually and listened to the broadcast on television, saying, "The Eight Tigers of the Starting Lineup?"

Zhao Wenlong: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiao curled his lips: "I've heard of the Five Tigers, the Seven Heroes, but I've never heard of the Eight Tigers."

Zhao Wenlong: "Principal Yang called yesterday to express his condolences."

Jiang Xiao flipped through Weibo: "Oh?"

Zhao Wenlong: "Teacher Fang took me and Hou Mingming to chat with Principal Yang for a while. You were asleep, so we didn't disturb you."

Jiang Xiao: "Oh."

Zhao Wenlong: "After the selection competition is over, Principal Yang said that he would send people to give us some Star Bead rewards."

Jiang Xiao turned his head to look at Zhao Da-ye, who was drinking tea, and said, "That's a good thing, but my Star Slots are full."

Zhao Wenlong shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

"By the way, the school is preparing to have the three of us shoot a promotional video together, but that's all after the selection competition." Zhao Wenlong continued.

"Shoot it then, we don't have the right to resist, just be obedient." Jiang Xiao said casually, also considered it, the finger sliding on the phone screen slightly stopped.

Jiang Xiao hadn't posted on Weibo for a long time. Due to the discipline of the competition and the preparations, the last Weibo was before the Beijing trio went to the competition, a group photo in the coffee shop.

And now that Weibo

"Jiang! Xiaopi! Did you come into this world to strike us down?"

"Brother Xiaopi, I miss you so much, sob sob sob ~ please post a Weibo."

"Pi-god, go! Milk that group of foreigners to death!"

"Cow Xiaopi, Jiang Bi!"

"Top eight! National Team starting lineup! Support! Medical Star Warrior!"

"Crazy, crazy, is that a knife that humans can play with..."

"Damn you, Jiang Xiaopi! The price of the White Ghost Witch Star Bead has doubled! Are you even human!?"

Jiang Xiao's finger was frozen on this reply: "Uh..."

Zhao Wenlong turned his head and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Jiang Xiao said quickly, looking at his Weibo, this staff was really fast.

In Jiang Xiao's official certification, after "National High School League Champion" and "Most Valuable Student of the Finals", he added "Star Warrior World Cup National Team Member".

Jiang Xiao thought for a while and said: "The news has been broadcast, it's okay for me to post a Weibo, right?"

Zhao Wenlong thought for a while and said, "The less you say, the fewer mistakes you make, it's better not to say anything."

Jiang Xiao "hmph"ed, not letting my poison milk king speak, then my toxicity would be reduced by half, right?

A blessing can only be directed at one person on the field, but a Weibo can target hundreds of thousands of people!

This range of damage...

Jiang Xiao slightly worded it and posted a Weibo:

Jiang Xiaopi Pi Bu Pi (Jiang Xiaopi Doesn't Want to Be Mischievous)

Just now from Fruit 7ps

Someone asked me when I feel the loneliest?

I said, that was in the spring of 2017, when I was selected for the National Team and participated in the World Cup.

And my peers were still doing problems in high school classrooms.

......

Jiang Xiao, who hadn't been mischievous for a long time, finally spoke out, instantly detonating Weibo comments.

It should be known that the strange rain at the Xudou People's Stadium had already topped the hot search list.

And Jiang Xiao, as a support, was selected for the National Team, this news had also been on the list, even ranking before the National Team's starting lineup.

This had already revealed a problem, whether it was the individual competition or the team competition, as long as it was related to the National Team selection competition, it was now a hot topic.

So Jiang Xiao's Weibo...

"Little poison milk, dare to scold me? Are you getting cocky?"

"???"

Zhu Wu: "Brother, that hits deep."

"I... I really want to beat him, but I can't beat him, cry cry (*′д`*)"

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha! You're killing me, scolding a group with one sentence! Milking a whole area!"

Chinese Citizen Elena: "I'm not asking you to be human, can you act like one?"

"National-level public execution site!"

"Everyone's playing with their phones in early morning classes, everyone's been blown up!"

Jiang Xiao closed his eyes and sighed deeply, the haze of yesterday swept away.

Comfortable!

I don't want to be literary! I don't want to be sad!

Tomorrow's competition, the top four are still beckoning me!

I want to be mischievous! I want to have fun! Let's get hyped!

Jiang Xiao put down his phone, the comments really couldn't be seen anymore, it seemed that high school students across the country had received 10,000 points of damage.

And there seemed to be a "splash effect", many high school teachers had also participated...

"Hoo~ Hoo~" Zhao Wenlong held the teacup, brought it to his mouth, and gently blew on it twice.

Zhao Wenlong saw Jiang Xiao comfortably closing his eyes, looking refreshed.

Zhao Wenlong shook his head helplessly, not knowing what was going on with this little poison milk, he picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth: "Slurp... hah..."