bestfiction Chapter 545 Let's have a thrilling wrestling match?
Chapter 545 Let's have a thrilling wrestling match?
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……
The one-hour advertising slot was completely filled by MiHoYo, and not a single ad was repeated.
The viewers in the live stream gradually warmed up, finally recovering from the Siberian cold wave brought by Sino.
Fortunately, when the competition resumed, the walking refrigeration machine, Sino, had already been forcibly "asked" to take a break off the stage by the production team under the pretext of "protecting rare species".
On stage, the contestants for the second round of the intellectual competition are already in place.
Ling Sha from the Firefly team, Estella from the Aglia team, Bronya from the White Evil team, and Toppa from the Flying Sky team.
Without Sino's deadly pun attack, the temperature at the scene finally returned to normal.
In the backstage dressing room, Su Chen held a cup of hot water, took a small sip, and felt the warm liquid slide down his throat, dispelling the chill.
"It feels like I've really come back to life."
"Yes." Wan Di was still wearing the military overcoat borrowed from the props department, and holding a large enamel bowl with peony patterns on it, filled with freshly brewed hot tea.
"I need a hot drink to warm up my body."
"Has the details of the next match been released yet?" Hanabi asked curiously, rubbing her hands together.
Su Chen took out his phone and checked it. "Not yet."
His gaze fell on the little black tower beside him.
She was wrapped in three thick blankets, looking like a dumpling. She hadn't said a word since returning from the competition; she just sat there quietly.
Su Chen walked over and lowered his voice: "It's okay, it's just a game, winning or losing is normal."
Upon hearing this, Little Black Tower lifted his head from under the blanket, his eyes showing no sign of frustration. "I don't care about winning or losing."
She held up a finger and traced it in the air, muttering to herself, "Based on the data model from March 7th... if the next round is a team competition, our advantage won't be so obvious, but if it's an individual elimination round..."
Su Chen and Wan Di exchanged a glance.
Well, I worried for nothing.
She didn't care about winning or losing at all; she was just treating the competition as a large-scale experiment to collect data and analyze models.
Just then, a burst of enthusiastic cheers came from the direction of the stage.
In the end, Ling Sha from the Firefly team, with her sharp eloquence and impeccable logic, broke through the encirclement of the shut-up brain teasers and won the second group victory.
The leaderboard on the big screen at the venue was refreshed again.
With their stunning victory on March 7th, the Xia Die team is tied for first place with seven points.
The Boss Team, the Big Black Tower Team, the Firefly Team, and the White Calamity Team followed closely behind with six points, tied for second place.
The close score instantly heightened the tension in the arena, with everyone holding their breath, waiting for the next game that could change the course of the match.
Just then, everyone's phones vibrated simultaneously; the details of the next round of the competition had finally been released.
When the line of text on the screen was clearly seen, the entire backstage area fell silent.
Su Chen's water glass wobbled, and the hot water almost spilled. Wan Di choked on the sip of tea he had just taken, coughing until his face turned red. Hanabi's eyes, on the other hand, lit up with an alarming light in an instant.
Competition Event – Philosophical Sport: Wrestling♂!
【What does the symbol after "falling...falling" mean? Is it what I understand it to mean?】
[Wow, that's an exaggeration! The production team really knows what we want to see!]
[Roar! Something within me is about to awaken!]
[Just got back from Siberia, and now you're heading straight into a sauna? This experience of contrasting hot and cold is absolutely amazing!]
On stage, the host, Jimi, wrapped in a down jacket, walked up shivering, his voice still carrying a heavy nasal tone.
"Ladies and gentlemen! To dispel the chill and ignite the passion, we now present the most... most exciting part of this competition! The wrestling match!"
"The competition will be divided into two brackets, upper and lower, and will be a single-elimination tournament! Winners will advance, and losers will be eliminated!"
As soon as the project was announced, Wan Di jumped to his feet, his military overcoat falling to the ground with a thud.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and his eyes burned with a fierce fire as he stared intently at Su Chen.
His voice was deep and powerful, "Let me take the field this time!"
Su Chen looked at his expression, as if he wanted nothing more than to rush onto the stage and tear the person to pieces, then glanced at the "wrestling" icon on his phone with a special symbol, and couldn't help but smile. "Oh? So confident?"
"This time, I will absolutely not lose!" Wan Di said, enunciating each word clearly. "I will personally earn back the face I lost before!"
Su Chen nodded.
It's not that he wanted to see a thrilling wrestling match between two tough guys.
He simply wanted Wan Di to get his revenge.
"Okay, go ahead. Don't let me down."
Then Jimi announced the match schedule and group results.
Upper bracket: Bai'e vs. Wan'di; Feixiao vs. Huangquan.
Bottom half: Firefly vs. Ripples; Heather vs. Huo Huo.
When Hanabi saw the matchup chart, she laughed even harder. "Wow! Mighty guy, your opponent is still Bai E. Old grudges and new scores, you can settle them all at once now."
Wan Di glanced at the group assignments, then at Bai E not far away, his fighting spirit growing even stronger.
"Now, let's welcome the first group of players from the upper bracket to the stage!"
Amidst thunderous cheers, Wan Di ripped off his T-shirt, revealing his rock-hard muscles that gleamed bronze under the blazing lights, and strode confidently onto the ring.
On the other side, Bai E calmly walked onto the stage.
He gently took off his shirt, revealing equally muscular physique.
The two stood in the center of the ring; one was muscular and imposing, the other tall and serene.
The strong contrast instantly maximizes the tension of the entire image.
[It's here! I've already taken my pants off, this is what I've been waiting for!]
[Wan Di's figure... hiss... my nose is bleeding...]
[Oh dear! Husband! I can't take it anymore! Even though I'm a man.]
With the referee's order, the game officially started.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wan Di roared and exerted force with his feet, charging towards Bai E like a tiger descending a mountain.
He wants to use the most direct force to repay the humiliation he suffered in the "Who is the Spy" segment tenfold!
However, Bai Er's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.
Faced with the overwhelming force of Wan Di's charge, he did not confront it head-on. Instead, he slightly shifted his body to the side and slid his foot, like a fish swimming in water, deftly avoiding Wan Di's sharp edge.
At the same time, his arm moved like a snake emerging from its hole, smoothly landing on Wan Di's back. With a twist of his waist, his entire body pressed tightly against Wan Di's.
"Oh!"
The collision of muscles produced a dull thud, and two powerful bodies became entangled.
Bai E's movements seemed slow, even somewhat elegant, yet he always anticipated his intentions and used an extremely subtle technique to neutralize his attacks.
He was like an indelible plaster, clinging tightly to Wan Di's body curves. Every breath, every exertion, every skin-to-skin friction was filled with a primal, wild beauty.
Wan Di snorted angrily, forcefully twisting his waist, trying to break free of the restraints with brute force. The veins on his arms bulged, and sweat evaporated under the scorching light, turning into white mist.
No matter how hard he tried, Bai E always managed to entwine around him like vines, causing him to let out a low growl of resentment.
The two rolled and wrestled on the ring, hot sweat dripping from their foreheads onto the mat with a soft "sizzle".
"Hmph!" "Uh!" "Ah!" "Hmm!" "Ha!"
"..."
The philosophical voice was calm and resonant!
Holy crap! This isn't wrestling anymore, this is art! It's body art!
[That swaying waist, those taut muscles, that scalding sweat… Director! Give her a bonus! Zoom in! I want to see the details!]
I declare this a true intellectual contest! It's a dialogue between bodies, a collision of souls!
So why aren't they married yet?
Backstage, Su Chen silently finished the last sip of water in his cup, feeling as if the blood he had lost from being frozen earlier had been completely replenished.
His eyes were fixed on the two intertwined figures on the screen, watching the smooth muscle lines and explosive movements.
That power, that skill... it's truly... a feast for the eyes.
Wait, what am I thinking?
Su Chen shook his head, trying to shake off those strange thoughts, but found that he couldn't take his eyes off them.
It's even a little intoxicating.