Chapter 7 Victory

Jiang Xiao looked at the referee, and the referee looked back at Jiang Xiao, the scene seeming a little awkward.

In the silent stands, people were holding their breaths, waiting for the answer to be revealed.

The referee was under great pressure and hurriedly looked at Kim Pyung-chang, who was slumped on the ground. It had been half a day, why hadn't he used any auxiliary star techniques? Why wasn't he using them? What was he waiting for?

The Huaxia player was about to retreat to midfield...

Jiang Xiao's expression was a little strange. He actually thought he could get up? He should ask if my platinum Silence agreed.

The referee seemed to finally come to his senses. He had to blow the whistle!

Kim Pyung-chang was still twitching; soon, he would be completely still!

"Doo! Huaxia! Number Four wins!" The referee's whistle sounded urgently, and Jiang Xiao's retreating footsteps paused slightly.

A team of medical star warriors rushed forward...

The 30,000-seat audience fell silent, as if in deathly stillness.

Jiang Xiao made a familiar move. He grabbed his collar with his right hand and tugged it to the right, revealing the red star flag on the left side of his chest. He stood in the center of the green field, slowly turning around, surveying the entire arena.

This action instantly ignited the few Huaxia people in the arena. In the direction illuminated by Jiang Xiao's chest flag, dozens of Huaxia people cheered and celebrated loudly.

A spark of fire ignited amidst a sea of Bagua Taiji flags!

As Jiang Xiao slowly turned a circle, the Huaxia people, submerged in the audience, were presented to the world, cheering loudly and waving their flags.

"Well done!"

"2 minutes and 22 seconds, that's too fast, isn't it?"

"Thanks to the international friend! After going through numerous hardships to enter the seventh round, he only came to see Pi God off! (#?Д?)"

"Spreading hands ~ retreating ~ tilting head to look at the referee. Oh my god! These little actions... I'm blown away by my little poison milk! My heart is melting..."

As the referee's whistle sounded, the barrage of comments streamed across the screen, an army passing through, no one could see the live broadcast clearly anymore.

Ye Xunyang excitedly shouted, "Won! 2 minutes and 22 seconds, Jiang Xiaopi lived up to expectations! He won the match!"

Ma Ke's voice was even more excited. Clearly, he had already prepared a speech: "Top Six! Creating history! Forging a legend!

Now, Jiang Xiaopi is the undisputed number one support in the World Cup!

He broke the 41-year-old record for the best result for a support player in the World Cup. The last time a support star warrior entered the top eight was in 1977! It was Fooke Lake, a medical star warrior from the Empire of the Rising Sun! He ranked eighth in that individual competition!"

Ye Xunyang hurriedly interjected, "Whether from the number of rounds or the strength of the opponents, Jiang Xiaopi's advancement was more difficult than Fooke Lake's, much, much more difficult!"

Ma Ke shouted loudly, "Securing sixth and aiming for the top three! Unprecedented! And unlikely to be repeated!"

These exciting words were transmitted to thousands of households through television and the internet, and the country was in an uproar.

This little seedling, carrying everyone's expectations, continued to move forward!

Jiang Xiao walked out of the iron cage, and Yang Yang, the reporter, was right in front of him.

Listening to Yang Yang's congratulatory voice, Jiang Xiao nodded repeatedly. In fact, Jiang Xiao's first six rounds were quite valuable. It was just that this seventh match, compared to the others, the opponent's strength was a little lacking.

However, if this classmate Kim Pyung-chang worked harder, even if he won a match in the losers' bracket, he should be able to enter the top ten of the World Cup individual competition, which would be a pretty good result.

"Xiaopi? Xiaopi?"

"Ah?" Jiang Xiao came back to his senses and hurriedly looked at Yang Yang.

Yang Yang repeated, "You broke the long-standing World Cup record. Is there anything you want to say to everyone?"

Jiang Xiao scratched his head, saw Fang Xingyun behind the camera, and remembered his agreement with Teacher Fang. He said, "I will continue to work hard."

Yang Yang's face was originally full of expectation, but after hearing these words, he was clearly stunned.

What's wrong with Little Poisonous Milk?

Did he change his personality?

You should be mischievous! You should be unrestrained!

"Uh..." Yang Yang hesitated and continued, "Just now, on the field, player Kim Pyung-chang used a unique star technique to transform into your teammates Xia Yan and your sister Han Jiangxue. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Jiang Xiao grinned and said, "I studied his star techniques before the match and expected this. The appearance of their images didn't cause me much trouble."

Yang Yang really didn't believe it. You're not going to answer this kind of question with some flippancy?

Yang Yang pressed, "Player Kim Pyung-chang had never used disguise star techniques in the past few rounds, but you had already anticipated it before the match?"

Jiang Xiao nodded, his expression serious: "I have a very strong support team. My team leader, Teacher Fang Xingyun, was a fourth-place finisher in the World Cup individual competition and is battle-hardened. My national team's accompanying analysts and coaching staff are all top-notch!"

This flattery,

Once started, there's no stopping it...

Jiang Xiao looked at the camera and continued, "This isn't just my victory, nor is it just my record!

This victory belongs to the national team beside me, to the hundreds of millions of compatriots who support me!"

What the heck?

Yang Yang looked at Jiang Xiao dumbfounded, and in his astonishment, took a step back involuntarily...

Behind the camera, Fang Xingyun had a look of relief. His boy had finally grown up! He was finally listening!

Yang Yang shook his head, seemingly trying to clear his head, and hurriedly continued to ask, "Your dagger skills have never been shown before, but you suddenly used them today, which is really astonishing. Are you the legendary treasure boy?"

Yang Yang thought to himself, "I've already handed the words to your mouth. If you don't boast, I'll turn around and leave!"

Jiang Xiao raised his right fist and said loudly to the camera, "Keep working hard! Create more brilliance!"

Yang Yang: "..."

Jiang Xiao suddenly took two steps forward, bent his finger and tapped the camera lens: "Can you see me? I am the future you. One day, you will stand on the highest stage in the world like me!"

He grabbed the camera lens frame with both hands, and his burning eyes looked straight through the screen to thousands of households: "What are you waiting for? Stop watching TV! Do what you should do!"

Fang Xingyun hurriedly stepped forward, it was over, his boy was too deeply immersed in the role. A calm response and an official answer would have been enough, why did he start pouring out chicken soup?

The little buzz-cut clenched his fists, his expression super fierce, cheering for the people behind the camera, and let out a battle cry: "Rua!"

Fang Xingyun immediately arrived, pushing and shoving, and took Jiang Xiao away.

Far away in Edo City, at the national team's hotel, in a small auditorium.

A group of national team members had been arranged here early to watch the match together.

Wu Xiaojing slammed her phone on the table with a "pa" sound, looked at the big screen in front of her, and put her hands on her hips angrily: "What's this, watching a match and getting lectured, how annoying."

Xing Yan suddenly stood up, waved his hand and shouted, "I'm not watching, I'm not watching, it's so annoying."

The teacher on the podium, as an analyst of the national team, was feeling great after being praised by Jiang Xiao, but when he saw Xing Yan acting up, he slammed his hand on the table and said angrily, "Sit down! Class isn't over yet!"

Xing Yan looked sullen and slumped back into his chair.

Xin Ai'an hurriedly lowered his head and covered his mouth, giggling.

Hou Mingming propped his chin with one hand, his eyes burning, looking at Jiang Xiaopi's back in the screen.

Xie Yan lowered his head and fiddled with his wristbands, silent and like an autistic child.

Zhao Wenlong crossed his legs, leisurely looking out the window, alas, time... is so beautiful...

......

Jiang Xiao was dragged back to the locker room, Fang Xingyun pressed him into a seat, gently patted Jiang Xiao's shoulder, and said, "Wake up, wake up."

Jiang Xiao scratched his head: "Uh?"

Fang Xingyun smiled gently: "You performed well, your answers were also appropriate, but the later acting was a bit too much, too much force, correct it next time."

Jiang Xiao: "......"

Fang Xingyun said as a reward: "I'll get you some snacks to eat, you go wash up first, we'll set off back to Edo City in a while."

......

That night, Jiang Xiao followed the national team staff back to the hotel in Edo City and received a very warm welcome.

On one hand, it was because of Jiang Xiao's achievements, and on the other hand, it was because of what Jiang Xiao said in the post-match interview.

His little mouth was as sweet as if he had eaten honey, flattering the national team staff until they felt light as air.

Jiang Xiao entered the top six of the World Cup, and the outside world had completely exploded, but to be honest, after Jiang Xiao achieved this, he didn't feel anything special. Maybe it was because his opponent wasn't strong enough, but if it had been George Star, the Seabury King, or Juliet, maybe Jiang Xiao would have been more excited.

The seventh round was a relatively easy one in Jiang Xiao's World Cup journey.

However... if you want gold content, the upcoming eighth round will definitely be well-arranged.

And there was no need for arrangement at all. Any of the remaining five people would make for a sensational battle.

After eating dinner, Jiang Xiao returned to his room, happily took a bath, and lay on the bed, browsing the news.

"The seventh round of the World Cup individual competition has ended. Our country's player Jiang Xiaopi defeated Kim Pyung-chang of the Kimchi Republic, broke the 41-year-old record of the World Cup, and won a precious top-six spot..."

Jiang Xiao dragged the progress bar and looked at the later reports.

The Thunder God Captain from the Northland Kingdom, the European Shield from the Will Republic, the Lancy Flower from the Lancy Republic, the Neon Knife God from Neon, the legendary support from Huaxia, and the Ice Queen, who had a bye in the last round, entered the eighth round.

Looking around, three agility fighters, one shield warrior, one magic user, and one support.

After entering the final circle, the strong professions of the individual competition were still reflected, this was still the world of warriors.

Moreover, after entering the final circle, there were only two Asian countries, and the remaining four were European countries. As expected of a place where experts gather, the nationality of the finalists once again highlighted this fact.

Eh?

This picture is not bad?

Jiang Xiao's sliding finger paused and saw an interesting picture in the comments section.

In the picture,

Jiang Xiao had only a small back view, dragging a giant blade in his hand, looking up at the overwhelming audience in front of him, which was a sea of Taiji Bagua flags waving.

In an instant, Jiang Xiao thought of those Kimchi Republic viewers who booed at him, made disparaging gestures, had excitedly flushed faces, and shouted loudly.

Jiang Xiao pulled down the picture and opened his Weibo. Yo-ho... more than 12 million followers, up 6 million in one month of the World Cup?

Edited the text and picture, here you go~

Jiang Xiaopi Pi Bu Pi

Just now from Huawei p10ps

If today, I had said what should be said...

(Picture)

As soon as the Weibo was sent out, a wave of emoticons flooded in.

These emoticons were all of Jiang Xiao turning his head, clenching his fist, and cheering at the camera during the post-match interview. Below the emoticons, they were all printed with "rua!"

A large number of comments also poured into the comments:

"Xiaopi Xiaopi, why does your Weibo text have sound?"

"If that day, I had said what should be said?"

"Should the understanding not be persistent?"

"If that day I ~"

"Not provoked by emotions ~"

"Hahahaha! You guys are enough, you're killing me, hahahahahaha!"

"Little Jin lost miserably, why don't the citizens speak properly? The Poison Milk King was sprayed out of emotion, haha."

"Little Poison Milk, are you floating? Oh, right, you've been in the sky all the time and never came down..."

"Little brother-in-law, those are Yan God and Xue God, you really dared to attack! This broadsword swing, tsk tsk..."

"Kim's beauty's disguise has no soul, Little Poison Milk's dagger has no emotion."

"41 years! Record-breaking! Top six in the World Cup! Pi God! Too cool!!! ヽ(｀Д′)?︵┻━┻"

In this sea of comments, one comment was highly praised.

Yang Yang, a reporter from CCTV: "@Jiang Xiaopi Pi Bu Pi, may I ask, do you have time now? Can you accept my interview again in your current state?"