Chapter 123 - Eight Hundred Soldiers Run for the North (1/2)

“Sometimes, you do not compete against others but against yourself.”

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.