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Chapter 413 You are crazy

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    During the whole process of the third contestant's answer, Lu Xiong's heart was tightly held, hoping that the judges would give more points, but also worried that doing so would be in vain.

    Soon, after the third contestant finished his statement, the judges announced the score.

    Not surprisingly, the first boy only got thirty points.

    Before He Ziming¡¯s score was announced, everyone held their breath, their eyes fell in the direction of the judges¡¯ bench, and they were indescribably nervous.

    "He Ziming of Xijiang University, after removing the highest score of 82 points and the lowest score of 72 points, the average score is 79 points!"

    As soon as the scores came out, the whole venue became noisy.

    Lu Xiong was stunned for a few seconds, the corners of his eyes turned red, and he was too excited to speak.

    He Ziming was also excited and his eyes were filled with mist. He jumped up on the spot and waved his fist in the direction of Xijiang University.

    The entire Western University students went crazy, standing up and shouting that Western University must win: "Western University must win! Western University must win!!"

    Unable to wait to hear the score of the last person, He Ziming ran back to the seat of Western University and hugged Gu Mingzhu: "I did it! I did it!!"

    He Ziming had an out-of-control temperament, but now his whole body felt like he had been injected with blood.

    Yes, the score of 79 is not actually very high for all the players in the field.

    However, for a player who is not proficient in the corresponding language, he has already achieved the highest score in the game.

    Gu Mingzhu thought that if He Ziming's performance was simply looked at, he would probably get around 84. The current average score was 79. This showed that the judges had deducted points for He Ziming's failure to answer in Arabic when scoring. However,  She believed that He Ziming must have scored higher in on-the-spot adaptability.

    Yes, this should be the original intention and significance of this round of competition.

    This method will not only widen the gap between the teams, but it will also be enough to allow the gap to be closed without losing the qualification to continue the competition due to lack of understanding of certain languages.

    Seeing He Ziming pick up Gu Mingzhu, Song Jinmo frowned and subconsciously thought about what Brother Jincheng should do.

    He raised his head and looked down the stage, and happened to see the man sitting in the first row. His eyes were dark, and his narrow phoenix eyes were looking directly at He Ziming's hands, revealing an unspeakable evil spirit.

    Song Jinmo shuddered for no reason, frowned and pulled He Ziming's arm to ask her to let go of Gu Mingzhu: "You're crazy."

    He Ziming was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he had just done. He scratched his hair and looked at Gu Mingzhu with some embarrassment: "Yes I'm sorry, captain, I I'm so excited! I took seventy-nine  point!"

    He Ziming¡¯s original intention was to apologize, but as he spoke, he got involved in his performance just now.

    Gu Mingzhu smiled and was about to speak when she noticed a piercing gaze falling on her, a deep and cold light.

    Gu Mingzhu raised her eyes, but didn't want to meet the man's long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes.

    Gu Mingzhu swallowed, the smile suddenly froze on her face, and her calves began to feel a little weak.

    How could she forget about this bitch?

    She just forgets about it after using it. Isn¡¯t she also a bit of a dog?

    Gu Mingzhu cleared her throat, pretending to be serious, and stretched out her small white hand from the equipment in front of her, pinched her thumb and index finger together, and secretly made a heart sign to Yan Jingcheng.

    Yan Jingcheng's eyes were dark and deep, and his eyes swept over the pink and innocent little face. Leng Yi's face had no expression, and every cell was filled with coldness.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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