Team villains except me

Sunday, the weather is fine.

Pastry master Mary Wilder arrived at Abbotsig College promptly at eight o'clock in the morning.

She is in a good mood.

Her painstaking competition is in great shape this year, with fifteen teams signing up for the competition.

It is simply a historic peak.

Moreover, the audience at the scene was much more than she imagined.

"Oh, are there any famous people in this year's participating teams?"

Mary sat on the judging table, talking to herself.

But she didn't pay much attention.

She greeted the other judges with a smile.

Out of the corner of my eye, a team walked in, and the dense crowd of students automatically moved out of the way.

Kind of interesting.

Mary Wilder looked away meaningfully, continuing to chat with her friend about her latest career breakthrough.

An unprecedented expectation had already begun to explode in her heart.

Desserts must be paired with the most extreme battle, accompanied by the blood flowing out and the tearing of the two sides, so that they appear so soft, so...delicious.

Mary's smile became more and more enthusiastic.

-

When Norvia joined her teammates at 1206, Teacher Abel was already waiting outside the door.

The dangerous teacher came so early for the first time and was more anxious than they were.

Norvia felt nothing.

She has already done everything she can do, and the rest is only the eagerness hidden in her heart.

This is the first time for her to participate in this kind of group competition.

In the first grade, although she also teamed up with Huan Fan to complete the task, it was all competitions within the School of Magic.

Now, she has to meet all kinds of opponents.

It wasn't until Elliott brought Yalinxiu to 1206 that all members of the "Send You Home Team" gathered.

The game is played inside Absco, in the sparsely populated southern region.

Norvia, who had patrolled there in first grade, knew exactly where the game was.

So Novia was at the front, leading her teammates towards that side.

On the road, there were endless glances, and Elliot blew a kiss from time to time, causing screams from around.

Yalinxiu couldn't stand Elliott, and threw herself into the arms of the spider.

Norvia found that her teammates acted very differently on the outside.

Fianna was domineering, and the spider was as cold as ice.

Ellit and Irene both put on fake smiles, and Dooku fell into a sullen silence.

Huett — Huett is beyond words.

He seemed more illusory and less visible.

Norvia blinked, but still walked in the front.

She saw Huan Fan on the road.

The son of the high priest simply took a taco and ate it with milk, and saw a familiar classmate say hello.

"Good morning Riley, where are you going?"

Norvia also greeted as usual.

"Morning, my game is today. This is my teammates."

Huan let out a sigh, and saw Norvia who didn't feel anything, and the men and women behind her who didn't look like good people.

He swallowed.

"wish you success."

"Thanks, you too."

Norvia's footsteps were like the wind, and she walked a long way in a while.

Huan Fan tilted his head slightly.

The rumors are unbelievable, but classmate Riley... is more powerful than he imagined.

-

When Norvia walked to the game site, she found that there were more spectators than in previous years.

And as soon as she walked in, the bustling audience spontaneously gave way.

Norvia: "..."

You don't have to.

Like a gangster, Norvia led her teammates to the waiting area to sign in.

Each team in the waiting area was divided into one side, and Norvia met some of her classmates, and also saw the three teams analyzed yesterday.

Their eyes stared at them brightly.

As the vice-captain, Norvia stepped forward to say hello, and the harmonious atmosphere was full of dark waves.

Norvia had a friendly attitude towards every team that came to say hello, but the teammates behind her, whose notoriety resounded throughout the Abbotsig Academy, all had bad expressions.

Finally, when the teams were about to be revealed, all the teams assembled again.

Finally, there was no one around Norvia.

Elliot complained.

"What are you doing with them?"

Norvia yawned and rubbed her eyes with the communicator.

"There's no need to be on the opposite side of all the teams, right? If you become a public enemy of the entire academy, what will happen to the future cooperative competition?"

There was a moment of silence.

Norvia looked back in doubt, and saw Huette's half-smiling eyes.

His Royal Highness, who hadn't fallen ill for a long time, raised his eyebrows.

"Is there a possibility that we are already public enemies of the academy?"

Norvia remained silent, and tied a high ponytail with a hair tie.

"maybe."

The host of the dessert contest has already begun to explain the process.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to this cute and invincible-Mary Dessert Master election contest, are you getting excited?"

The man with the feathered crown was dressed like a clown, but his voice was passionate.

"First of all, let's applaud the creator of the competition, the legendary pastry master, Ms. Mary Wilder!"

The applause was warm, and the audience below were very supportive.

But Norvia is very clear that there have never been so many spectators in previous games.

A large part of it is to see their jokes.

Who doesn't want to watch the villains get deflated?

The host enthusiastically introduced the three judges, but the applause was lower and lower each time.

Sensing the sluggish atmosphere, the host quickly accelerated the progress.

"This game is the preliminary round, and there are fifteen teams participating. According to the rules of one-on-one competition, so... clang clang clang! There will be a team that has a bye and will directly enter the promotion competition!"

There were boos all over the place, Norvia had already guessed that this would be the case, and was not surprised.

Norvia even quietly made a bet with Huett beside her.

"I guess it will be 'Alan Bell's Blessing' team captain Roland drawing a bye."

Huett glanced at Roland, who was lazy and uninterested in the distance, and lowered his voice.

"Although he is a descendant of the goddess of luck, don't forget that there is also a family member of the goddess of misfortune Beshaba in his team."

Norvia still thinks that Roland will get it.

intuition.

But when Huett offered to bet a gold coin, she fell silent.

She couldn't afford a gold coin.

The host didn't expect so many people to come, and he couldn't control the scene for a while.

"Shh, I heard some people say it's unfair, but luck is also a kind of strength, and life is unfair everywhere~ Let each team send a member to draw lots!"

Norvia thought she was lucky, and she threw this question to her dear teammates.

Fiana: "I'm not going."

Elliott: "That Tufei went to draw lots, I don't want to stand with him."

Erin: "I'm shy."

Spider: "...I don't like drawing lots."

Huett: "I don't want to go."

So, Dooku, who couldn't get a word in, was a little too slow, and walked onto the stage step by step.

The fifteen members on the stage drew lots, and Dooku stood quietly at the end.

"Let us witness today's lucky winner! May I ask which member is it, who got number eight?"

Norvia saw a familiar face.

It's Roland.

It's Roland!

Norvia looked at Huette reservedly, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Hugher gave a low laugh, and made a gesture of "be willing to bow down".

The "Alan Bell's Blessing" team had already left, and one team after another stepped forward to learn about their opponents.

Already reached the sixth group.

Fourteen teams faced off in pairs, and there were only seven groups in total.

The sixth group is still not them.

Dooku was still standing on stage, waiting for the host to read to number seven.

And there are only two teams left.

Norvia looked at the "No.20 Three School Rules" team opposite, not surprised.

Because standing a certain distance from Dooku on the stage was Gemma Wright.

The host announced the opponents of each game and arranged the game time.

"...Seventh game: Send you home team' vs. 'No.20 Santiao School Rules Team', game time, [-]:[-] p.m.."

Booing, support and provocation spread in the auditorium, and the host held a golden hammer and rang the bell.

"Cute and Invincible Mary Dessert Master Election Contest, now—start!"