Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "Su Haitang translated a total of 16 foreign language versions within the specified time, without errors and omissions, and the results are valid!"

   Zhu Keyi announced loudly, triggering a frenzy of applause again!

  Su Haitang bowed and thanked her with a light smile on her face. She played the national anthem silently in her heart, imagining a five-star red flag rising behind her!

   "It's time for the next match! Tournament!"

   Lingyuan Keiko grabbed Autumn's microphone, gave the order without hesitation, and rushed off the stage to change clothes.

   "Come on Su Haitang!"

   There were constant calls from the audience, Su Haitang smiled brightly, and approached the microphone handed over by Autumn.

   "Please wait and see! Friendly reminder, friends who are not in good health, please be careful not to get too excited; parents with children should take their children out for a while."

   "Everyone come and go with fun, don't have any accidents."

   Su Haitang's words suddenly evoked screams and whistles like howling wild wolves!

   "We wish our players a great match, please give them time to prepare."

   In the fall, he took back the hosting baton and invited Bai Hui to the stage.

   "Blessed are the audience and friends who came to the scene today. Because next, we will invite Boss Bai to perform for us, and everyone applauds!"

   This is communicated in advance, and even the accompaniment tape is ready.

   The gongs and drums chimed together, and Bai Lin came on stage shaking his robes and sang in a prudent manner.

   "I was so frightened that I was sweating when I heard what he said, and it took fifteen years to tell the truth..." [1]

  Bai Lin plays two roles, perfectly digesting Yang Yanhui and Princess Tie Jing's completely different singing styles, perfectly connected, changing freely, and singing with a heart-warming and vivid voice!

   The audience was full of applause!

   "Pearl, we've already won a game anyway. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose this game, don't put too much pressure on you."

  Yan Fangqiong has a mother's heart and helps her daughter organize kung fu clothes.

   "Auntie is right. That little devil has already lost a match. He must be desperate in this match. If he doesn't do it, he will make some tricks. She proposed this contest, you must be careful!"

   Jian Ruyi brought water to her cousin to moisten her throat, and told her worriedly.

   "If you don't look right, you will take the initiative to admit defeat, jump out of the circle, don't be stupid enough to exchange injuries with her, she is not worthy!"

  Su Haitang can't laugh or cry, why doesn't anyone think she can win?

   "Don't worry, I know. Sister is a woman who wants to go abroad to dominate the world! A small Japanese princess is just a speck of dust on the soles of her shoes during her expedition. She can't even do it with her feet, so don't worry!"

   "Who are you sister?" Jian Ruyi glanced at her, inspired by her overwhelming confidence.

   "Don't be complacent, be careful, and pay attention to every opponent. As soon as I sign this waiver, my heart is always hanging."

   "Pearl, don't scare your mother, don't be brave, abstain if you should, don't be afraid of losing face."

   Yan Fangqiong urged while clutching her tight chest, her face pale.

   "This is not a cowardly evasion, but a strategy! Isn't there a third game? Pick your best player and beat her, no one will say anything."

  Su Haitang was worried about her physical condition, so she handed over the refilling water cup, and took the spring water to replenish her mother's energy.

   "Mom, don't go out for a while. I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the excitement. Sister, you're here with my mom, and I'll watch the replay later."

  Su Haitang settled the group of relatives and friends, tidied up neatly, and took the stage again.

  The circle with a diameter of two meters has been drawn, and the white lime powder is evenly sprinkled, which looks very complete and beautiful.

  Su Haitang stood on the right side of the circle and quietly looked at the stage entrance on the left.

   Lingyuan Keiko whispered something to a man with eyes beside him, the man nodded suddenly, like a habitual action when a neon man takes orders.

  Then the man lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away from the crowd.

   is not right.

  Su Haitang narrowed her eyes, a bad premonition arose in her heart.

   "Brother, follow the man in the dark gray woolen coat and the same color woolen hat. He should have a gun on him! Black trousers and shiny black lace-up shoes!"

   "You can play with peace of mind, leave it to me." Yan Yiji agreed, his eyes fixed on the target like a falcon, and he squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.