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Chapter 464 Before the Finals
Wu Xiaoshan's words changed the expression of the beauty Punchi.

Coupled with the dishonest hand on her waist, she suddenly became angry.

"rogue!"

Breaking free abruptly, the beautiful woman Pengci turned around and raised her hand to slap Wu Xiaoshan on the face.

Wu Xiaoshan was prepared and grabbed her arm.

"I'm helping you, why are you beating someone?"

The beauty's cheeks were flushed, and she scolded angrily: "Bastard, count me as unlucky, get out of here!"

Cursing angrily, the beautiful woman Pangci shook her hand and ran away angrily.

Seeing the slim figure of the beautiful woman going away, Wu Xiaoshan sighed in disappointment.

Unexpectedly, she was still a fierce girl!
With a slander, Wu Xiaoshan immediately got into the car without thinking too much.

After a while, he came to a five-star hotel in Wancheng City.

This food festival is a very important event for Wancheng City.

Although there are still two hours before the start of the game, the place is already overcrowded.

Contestants from all walks of life are entering the venue in an orderly manner with their kitchen utensils.

The local media also arrived one after another and began to do pre-match interviews.

The TV station in Anhui City is even preparing to broadcast live directly.

In the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, the venue for the food festival finals is ready.

Rows of chairs are placed on both sides, and in the middle are tables that are juxtaposed, with signs on them that write the names of the contestants.

Soon, Wu Xiaoshan found the location of the Red Maple Leaf Restaurant and walked over immediately.

"Xiao Shan, didn't you say you have clothes, why are you wearing this?"

As soon as Yang Zishan saw Wu Xiaoshan, she angrily blamed him.

Before, she took Wu Xiaoshan to the city to buy clothes. She originally planned to buy a set for Wu Xiaoshan, but Wu Xiaoshan refused.

At that time, Wu Xiaoshan could say that he had other clothes, but who would have thought that Wu Xiaoshan would be dressed like this again today.

"I think it's pretty good, and I just rushed back from Jinling City, so I don't have time to change it."

Wu Xiaoshan smiled awkwardly and explained.

Yang Zishan frowned, and immediately pulled him out.

"On such an important occasion today, if you dress like this, you will be looked down upon."

Wu Xiaoshan hurriedly stopped Yang Zishan, he was really not in the mood to buy clothes now.

"Sister Shan, I've always dressed like this. This time we're here to participate in a food festival competition, not a beauty pageant. It's okay if they look down on us. Anyway, we'll just win the championship when the time comes."

Yang Zishan couldn't bear Wu Xiaoshan's reticent look.

"As the saying goes, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. If you dress like this, the judges will inevitably feel that you are disrespectful to the competition. What will happen if you deduct points?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoshan couldn't help being surprised and said, "Isn't this too dark? This is a food competition, not a model competition."

When Yang Zishan was about to persuade Wu Xiaoshan to buy a suit of clothes quickly, several staff members came to the middle of the arena carrying a box.

"Everyone, be quiet first."

After putting down the box, a staff member picked up the microphone and said something loudly.

Soon, the scene became quiet.

The staff member pointed to the box next to him and explained.

"There are many contestants this time. For the sake of fairness, the order of the competition will be determined by drawing lots. Everyone can come and draw lots now."

Yang Zishan immediately complained: "Look at what to do now, it's too late to go shopping for clothes, hurry up and draw lots."

All participating teams quickly gathered in the center of the arena, ready to draw lots.

As soon as Wu Xiaoshan came to the front, a strange voice sounded beside him.

"Is this the final scene of the Wancheng Food Festival? Why do I feel like I'm at the job fair for migrant workers?"

A few laughs sounded immediately.

Wu Xiaoshan frowned suddenly.

Your grandpa's, you're even playing finger-pointing and cursing at the young master.

Don't think about it, Wu Xiaoshan knows it too.

What he said just now was clearly aimed at himself.

Throughout the match, he was dressed poorly.

And during the two days of the agricultural and sideline products fair, his clothes were also dirty.

He rushed here before he had time to wash it. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a migrant worker.

But these words sounded a little harsh.

Wu Xiaoshan immediately looked back coldly.

A fat guy with big ears was looking at him with disdain.

"You are really right. This is the recruitment site for migrant workers. The main purpose is to recruit some pig farmers."

When the fat man heard this, the smile on his face stopped abruptly.

Wu Xiaoshan followed his words, but where did the pigs come from in this place?

Isn't this just talking about him, a fat man?

"Boy, you dare to call me a pig, are you looking for a beating?"

The fat man stretched out his chubby belly, and bumped into Wu Xiaoshan directly.

Seeing this, several people beside him hurriedly pulled him back.

"Brother Fat, you don't need to talk to him. We are here to participate in the food festival finals, so don't argue with these cats and dogs, so as not to delay the business."

The fat man, full of anger, snorted unceremoniously when he heard his companion's persuasion.

"That's right, it's more important to participate in the food festival finals. I am determined to win the championship this time."

Wu Xiaoshan immediately snorted disdainfully, and said with a sneer: "With your virtue, you still want to win the championship. At best, it's just a foil. You might as well go home as soon as possible."

Fatty held back his anger when he was stopped by his companions just now.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xiaoshan became arrogant instead, and began to mock him unabashedly.

"Boy, I think you really want to be beaten."

As he said that, the fat man started to move his hands, ready to clean up Wu Xiaoshan.

Naturally, Wu Xiaoshan wasn't used to him, so he clenched his fists tightly, waiting for the moment when he made a move, and knocked him down with a punch.

If it wasn't for the hard pull of his companion beside him, he would have passed out on the ground by now.

"Brother Fat, why are you arguing with him? Anyway, we can get the middle rank smoothly, and it won't be too late to settle accounts with him after the competition is over."

The furious fat man finally gave up the idea of ​​doing it.

Wu Xiaoshan didn't bother to talk to him anymore, but what these people said just now aroused his curiosity.

"Sister Shan, is there anything special about the order of the numbers?"

Yang Zishan obviously knew the way, and immediately explained it to Wu Xiaoshan.

"The food festival competition is different from those sports events. Whether you can win the championship depends on the scores of the judges. Generally speaking, the first one to play will definitely not have a high score. After all, the first score is ridiculously high, and the latter will not be good. Scored."

Only then did Wu Xiaoshan understand that there is still such knowledge in feelings.

If you look at it this way, there is something wrong with Fatty and the others.

The lottery has not yet started, how can they be sure to get the number in the middle?
Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoshan asked Yang Zishan another question.

"Sister Shan, what's the best number?"

Yang Zishan said without even thinking about it: "There are 24 teams participating this time, all of whom were selected from the previous split. Generally speaking, No.12 to No.16 are easier to score high."

Hearing this, Wu Xiaoshan nodded with a smile and said, "That's all right, let's choose No. 13."

When the fat man behind him heard this, he immediately laughed.

"This is a lottery. Do you think it's a lottery? You said that if you draw thirteen, you can get thirteen. Do you think you have clairvoyance?"

In this regard, Wu Xiaoshan was noncommittal.

But the fat man obviously didn't intend to stop there, and continued to sneer: "To tell you the truth, don't even think about No. 13, that's my name."

"Really?" Wu Xiaoshan smiled lightly, looked at the fat man contemptuously and said, "Then let's wait and see who will get No.13 in the end."

(End of this chapter)