Reborn in StarCraft, God sent me a husband

"By the way, Senior Hu, aren't you feeling uncomfortable? Teacher Zhang said there are seniors from the healing department who will treat us, and you still have a few individual competitions to go."

Hu Yuan shook his head and deliberately widened his eyes to appear more energetic.

"I'm fine. I'll go after I finish watching my classmate's game."

It’s only 10 minutes anyway. If he doesn’t watch Chu Yu’s game live, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

"Okay then. I'll be right next to you. If you feel uncomfortable, just call me."

Zhao Wenjue did not try to persuade him either. Firstly, he saw that he was still full of energy, and secondly, he had some inside information.

The healing teacher sent by the Empire is Agana.

He felt as if he had taken a magic needle to stabilize the sea.

The tenth-level healing system means that they can commit suicide at will, and as long as they have a breath left, they can be saved.

Ahem… Of course, try not to get hurt, that woman is known for her bad temper.

Even when the late emperor came to see her, she dared to turn her head away.

And... Zhao Wenjue touched his face.

If I go to her for treatment, I have to dress up ugly.

Otherwise, what would you do if someone noticed you?

Fortunately, Senior Hu...

Hu Yuan felt a burning gaze falling on him.

"Brother Zhao, what's up?"

"No no!"

The man chuckled: "I just feel that Senior Hu looks heroic and righteous, and he looks very safe."

Hu Yuan felt embarrassed by the compliment, and a barely noticeable blush appeared on his honey-colored skin.

"No, no, Zhao Xuedi, please be low-key and don't let anyone hear you."

It would be better to say this to him in private.

Director Zhang sat in the back row and carefully observed the reactions of each student.

The students this time were too disobedient, gambling and visiting prostitutes. Fortunately, Principal Qing did not come.

Otherwise, how will he manage students in the future if he is scolded at his old age?

He has to keep a close eye on these kids and not let them gamble.

"Director Zhang..."

A trainee teacher tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

"Teacher Wong."

The two nodded to each other as a greeting, and Teacher Wang came over mysteriously, holding the laptop.

"Director Zhang, do you think Chu can win?"

"of course!"

As a school teacher, he must show great confidence.

"I can rest assured that."

Mr. Wang bet 50 without hesitation.

It's a pity that he lives paycheck to paycheck, and the 50 yuan was just a small fee given to him by his parents when he first started working.

Director Zhang: "..."

"Go, go, go, don't let the students see you."

"Oh, yes, yes, sorry, Director Zhang."

Teacher Wang reacted and quickly left with the computer.

Director Zhang looked straight ahead with a serious expression.

After a while, seeing Chu Yu and Sun Yu both on stage, he couldn't help but take out his light computer and open the betting app.

The opening screen pushes the battle between the two people, and there are still 30 seconds left before the betting deadline.

The finger hovering over the screen moved.

How much did Zhao Wenjue earn last time?

Does he want to give a little support to Chu Yu?

After hesitating for a long time, Director Zhang moved his fingers and bet 100 million in the last few seconds.

(For novels only. Gambling is harmful. Do not participate in any form of gambling, except playing mahjong with friends.)

……

[The 10th match: First Military Academy Chu Yu VS Angel Military Academy Sun Yu]

Chu Yu stared into the other person's dark pupils, his expression even colder than his.

The aura of divine power on Sun Yu is stronger than that on anyone else.

Kenster really saved the strongest one for himself.

Maybe, they want the other party to win the Grand Slam.

【3, 2, 1,——The game begins! 】

As soon as the words fell, a black aura that only Chu Yu could see came over. Chu Yu curled her lips, and her wrists fluttered like butterflies, as gracefully as if she was dancing.

"really."

This kind of thing would be a waste if it didn't have any evil spirit.

The seal was formed, the black air was purified by spiritual power, and Chu Yu's eyes revealed excitement.

For so many days, she and Fu Xiu had not detected any evil spirit in these people, and they really wanted to catch them immediately and study them carefully.

"What is this for?"

"A new form of provocation?"

"That doesn't seem like it. Shouldn't provocation be expressed by giving the middle finger?"

……

The audience began to murmur, and even the teacher was confused.

Are they too out of touch? This is what the world has become.

Chu Yu didn't move at all, and his spiritual power blew towards the other side like a spring breeze.

The evil energy in the man's body was limited and was quickly purified.

She keenly captured the moment when the murderous aura dissipated and a look of confusion flashed across the man's face.

It's like saying: The evil energy has been used up, what to do next?

But this feeling of confusion soon disappeared, and then Sun Yu moved his body, and the air around him began to flow rapidly. The wind almost condensed into substance, forming a tornado hundreds of meters high on the stage.

Wind power!

The audience stood up.

All superpowers other than the five elements are rare superpowers. Generally, those who have rare superpowers have at least dual powers.

For example, Marshal Fu Xiu's are of the Thunder and Fire elements.

Sure enough, after the tornado formed, the stage was covered with yellow sand.

The earth element summoned by Sun Yu was strengthened by the wind, and grains of sand and dust were accelerated faster than bullets. If they hit a person, they would really become a fine sieve.

The organizers probably didn't expect this situation. The live broadcast equipment couldn't withstand the dense impact of sand particles at a speed of 400 to 500 seconds, so they could only shoot at the edge of the battle stage. Fortunately, the equipment can capture high-speed moving objects, and the two people can still be seen clearly on the big screen.

Chu Yu was soon surrounded by mad sand, but the sand could not touch her body. The space within a two-meter radius centered on her was spotless.

The people at the First Military Academy breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that he couldn't hurt her at all, Sun Yu took a deep breath and increased his output, and a mental attack followed.

The spiritual power blessed by divine power is indeed different. Chu Yu feels like a balloon that was put into the water, and the huge pressure seems to want to squeeze her to burst.

She became a little more serious, and her mental power emitted an intense white light from her right hand.

White light quickly took shape in her hand, first a thin handle, then a huge fan, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a slight concave in the middle like a girl's slender waist, and a long tassel at each end.

The ancient Earth has preserved many precious film and television resources, including "Journey to the West".

Many people at the scene had seen the TV show with crude picture quality but exquisite costumes and props, and they recognized at a glance that the shape of this thing resembled the palm-leaf fan of Princess Iron Fan.

"Have you had enough fun?" She said as she raised her fan. The continuous output of mental power made the fan expand continuously, and soon it was at the same height as the tornado.

"Enough of the fun, let's go down!"

After saying that, she gently fanned the tornado.

The tornado immediately changed direction, and the yellow sand rushed towards Sun Yu first.

The picture on the stage was suddenly cut into three parts.

Life was peaceful and quiet on Chuyu's side. The tornado in the middle was devastating but extremely clear. Then on the far right, the yellow sand almost formed a wall, wrapping Sun Yu completely in it.

However, this segmentation show did not last long.

The first rain only blew once, so the tornado rushed towards Sun Yu and sucked the yellow sand and Sun Yu into the vortex.

The man was swept to a height of hundreds of meters without any resistance, and then blown off the stage with the tornado. When he was close to the protective shield, the tornado dissipated, and the man fell along with the yellow sand, forming a tall triangular bag on the ground.