1959 Holy Sh*t...

Qiao Mu waved her hand. The man from yesterday was yielding to her again out of courtesy, but she didn't need that. It didn't matter to her whether she was first.

Qiao Mu walked up and drew a bamboo stick. Afterwards, she puttered away to stand on the side.

Humph!

Whoever wanted to line up last to get a bye could do as they liked. In any case, Qiaoqiao didn't want to come up to draw lots again tomorrow!

Everybody finished drawing lots.

The elder gave a nod before looking at the stupefied student who was the last person in line.

This blockhead was probably confused as to why he still had to draw a lot when he had already fought for the last spot in line.

Shouldn't it be a free pass?

"Is everybody also puzzled as to why the last person also has a bamboo stick?"

A bad premonition crossed everybody's minds.

Ha ha, Shenghua Battle Arena really is expert at playing these mind games!

"Like yesterday, find the person with the same number and stand in pairs." The elder stroked his beard and chuckled, "Don't look, number zero. Come out and stand beside this old man."

Everybody looked at each other in dismay. Only then did they realize that this time's free pass was number zero!

Everybody quickly found the person with their matching number. Some were delighted while others were worried. Those who saw that their opponents were weaker naturally beamed, while those who saw that their opponents were more than just a tad big stronger immediately drooped their hands dejectedly.

Miss Qiao gripped her bamboo stick and gave it a weird stare. Afterwards, she shuffled over slowly to the elder with the speed of a turtle.

The elder was watching everybody while stroking his beard. When he sensed someone come over, he turned around and said, "Lucky little fellow, you drew a free pass, right. Uh? How is it you again!"

Qiao Mu looked weirdly at the elder with an indescribable expression.

The several hundred student representatives from the other academies who were on stage all whipped their heads toward her. They all stared daggers at Qiao Mu with a swish.

One time was luck, but the second time was due to the ancestors' blessing, right!?

How come this little lady could draw so much aggro?

"Mentor, I suggest that we cannot allow this miss to draw lots the next time!"

"Right, have their academy switch representatives!"

Below the stage, Mentor Zhou's mad laughter could be heard again. "Old Mister! You should start recording! As before hahaha, Apex Academy!"

The elder looked speechlessly at the group of incensed representatives. He coughed lightly and beckoned to Qiao Mu. "Little lady, come follow me to record your academy."

"Don't worry. There won't be a free pass tomorrow." The elder hastily placated everyone's moods.

"F*ck, don't let this girl come draw lots with us together."

"Right, right, we request a switch!"

"Switch representatives!"

Qiao Mu looked at everyone innocently before turning around and hopping off the battle stage. She made a beeline for her seat.

Because too many teams were participating in the first round of the semifinals, it took two full days of matches.

However, as teams got eliminated, the strength of opposing teams in the subsequent matches would also become more pronounced. The matches in the following days would not be too easy.

The second round of the semifinals would probably take at least two days of matches too.

In other words, Apex Academy had hit the jackpot to be loafing for four days straight…