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Chapter 123: Eight Hundred Soldiers Run for the North

Da Fei tossed out his chicken soup for the soul, realizing he was not a player that was good at demonstrating love. Instead, he tried to analyze the squid’s plays in hopes of giving him some help.

“During the last qualifiers, you had a good score. According to your pace, you could have scored the ticket into the city level competition. But during the second round, you just had to look at Yang San Shou in your group. His score was only a little bit better than yours, but you were so triggered you collapsed in the third round. Today was the same. You were 100% able to make top 3, but you had to challenge a god before breaking down all over again.”

“You should be able to tell, 758 isn’t even his cap. Let me put it this way. I know this god; 800 is not even his limit. His potential is limitless! So if you can focus on your own game…”

“Fei bro, stop talking, my brain hurts!” The squid looked bitter. “I know you want to comfort me, but you’re really not suitable for this task.”

“Who says I don’t know how to comfort people!” Da Fei was unhappy when he heard that. Although he wasn’t familiar with chicken soup for the soul, he still thought he was a comforting figure. “Isn’t your condition now much better than before? Isn’t this the result of my comforting? What’s this called again… Oh right, break down therapy!”

“Fei bro, just now I collapsed from shooting, but now my soul wants to break down.”

Da Fei smiled awkwardly. It made sense. When he saw the worried look plastered over the squid’s face, he hurried over to console him. Who knew that the other party just collapsed from shooting and not mentally? It seemed he had blown things out of proportion.

Of course, Da Fei still felt gratified even after confirming his excessive actions.

“Fei bro, you just said that this iron master doesn’t even cap at 800 points; is that true?” The squid asked him curiously. 750 was the score of a god already while 800 could be considered in the range of a true god. With that score, he could secure the top three in the provincial qualifiers and maybe even make it into national qualifiers.

Da Fei nodded. “I’ve seen him score 800.”

“Then I guess we won’t be seeing that today? After all, 750 is already crushing enough.”

“Maybe not.”

Soon, the third round of the finals began, concluding the event for the day.

Usually the finale was the most exciting event to watch, but now, it seemed the championship was already locked down.

The third round was a round-robin. Meng Fan, who was relaxing a little bit knowing they had earned the qualifier tickets, had two players go before him. Their final scores were pretty good. They were all better than their previous round.

“BuddAY!”

Meng Fan got into position when Da Fei suddenly bellowed out. “Let’s see an eight hundred!”

He was speaking in mandarin now, and everyone understood.

“Eight hundred! Eight hundred! Eight hundred!”

Da Fei started to clap, leading the rhythm as everyone chimed.

This wasn’t the first time a slogan had appeared at this venue, and everyone had gotten used to it by now. After understanding what it roughly meant, they eventually began to chant along.

“Eight hundred! Eight hundred! Eight hundred!”

“Eight hundred! Eight hundred! Eight hundred!”

Meng Fan paused for a moment. He slightly turned his body toward Da Fei. “Eight hundred soldiers run for the north, but the gunmen didn’t run toward the north?”

“Are you insane!”

Da Fei was defeated. “Where the f*ck are you from that you don’t have a clue? Who asked you to recite tongue twisters!”

“Of course, unless you want me to sing it?” Meng Fan joked.

Unexpectedly, as the words left his mouth, a voice suddenly piped in. “I can do that!”

The person was Pao, holding a cell phone in his hands. It was playing music, and soon he was singing along to the famous curry song “Aankhein-Khuli”. “Eight hundred soldiers run for the north, but the gunmen didn’t run toward the north. The gunmen were scared of touching the soldiers while the soldiers were afraid to touch the gunmen’s guns. Red squid green squid and the donkey were….”

Everyone was dumbstruck.

‘Who am I? Where am I? Why am I at some gay championships for a high school tongue twister competition?’

“The sixty-six-year-old Mr Liu lassoed sixty six bulls…”

The pink hat guy strongly resisted the urge to break into a dance along the divine song. He headed over to Pao and forcibly covered his mouth, dragging him back.

Pao bro’s bad habit of showing off his tongue twister skills in front of Da Fei couldn’t be dulled so easily. He had completely let himself go as there was an extra Wenzhou person present today!

After a curry-flavored tune, the competition continued. Meng Fan gave everyone the face, accelerating his speed to 85% of his maximum and scoring exactly 800 points.

When the dust fell, the applause sounded.

After the championship was announced, a ding sounded off in his mind.

“Ding! Decision successfully made. You’ve received 1 champion honor point.”

This time around, the preliminaries for Hangzhou city-level competition counted as below provincial level, so the reward had to undergo assessment. But with the two previous championships to “pad” his chances, he finally succeeded this time around.

Meng Fan immediately looked at the progress bar for [I am a Champion]. His experience had increased by 1 point, reaching 1/100.

[I am A Champion] only had one task process, and what made it unique was that with each +1 point he attained, he would immediately be rewarded with “full attribute +0.5%”.

This reward was a permanent buff, which would always be beneficial to Meng Fan.

What did it mean to be permanent? Simply put, no matter how many attributes Meng Fan gained in the future, the buff would empower the current attributes and increase the stats based on the same ratios.

Of course, the attributes here referred to the attributes rewarded to him by the system and not his existing attributes.

For example, the precision attribute he earned was +13. Meng Fan probably had some precision before beginning the task, maybe 0.1? Therefore, his current attribute score for precision should be around 13.1.

The buff was effective on the “13 points”, so Meng Fan’s existing “0.1 points” did not count for anything.

Another example, if the system rewarded Meng Fan an attribute in the future, it would also receive a “0.5% increase”. At the same time, even if Meng Fan’s existing throwing precision was at 100 points, he would not receive the effects of the buff.

Another thing to note was that the system would reward Meng Fan with new attributes in the future. When he triggered the new task [Old Fellow, My Heart is Broken], he would receive +10 length as a reward. The new attribute would then receive the buff.

Meng Fan was only so diligent about completing this task because of the permanent buff this reward gave him. Even if it was just 1 champion honor point worth only 0.5% buff, he was reluctant to let it go.

A 0.5% buff gain could be applied to his accuracy score; that meant an increase of 0.065 in accuracy!

For now, this buff gain was basically nothing.

But once they accumulate, it would be different. His total gains could go up exponentially!

“Congratulations!”

The organizers gave Meng Fan and the other two contestants their award. In addition to the symbolic flowers and trophies, there was also a more substantial reward. A 3000 video game recharge card at the arcade and a SPALDING basketball.

It involved several group photos, registration for the Hangzhou competition, as well as receiving the game schedule…

The procedures were finished.

“Today’s stream will end here. Oh, I’ve sent out all the purchases from the art sale. Bee should have sent all the recipients the courier number. If you don’t receive anything, please contact Bee. Oh oh oh, there’s more …”

As he spoke, Meng Fan reached out and covered the phone camera with his fingers. Laughing, he logged off the stream.

Qu Jing Jing was once again baffled. Was this the operation where he covered the camera mid-sentence?

“Come on, I’ll treat you guys to some food.”