Magical Strategist

"What?"

"You..." Haitang paused and then said: "What is the relationship between you and Meish?"

Zhenlong's right eyelid suddenly twitched, and he hurriedly replied: "She is my senior sister, what's wrong?"

Haitang asked this question no less than three times, and Zhenlong gave the same answer every time.

"Sister, can I just hold hands and hug my waist?" Haitang asked again.

"If you allow me, I can also hug you." After saying that, Zhenlong stretched out his hand and put his arm around Haitang Xiaoman's waist. He dared to push Ding Haitang away and then cursed.

However, there are always unexpected things happening. Haitang did not push away, but allowed Zhenlong's hand to rest on her waist.

The five fingers touching the slender waist like a water snake brings not only tactile enjoyment, but also an endless sense of satisfaction.

After staying for just a second, the real dragon withdrew his mean hand like lightning and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you would..."

"You didn't say that you could hug me as long as I agreed? Why did you suddenly change your mind now? Don't lie to me, you like Meishi, right?" Haitang's bright eyes stared at Zhenlong, eager to hear Answer.

"I like it, but I don't like it that way. I can't really explain it." The real dragon replied in a confused manner.

"Dirty!" Haitang slapped Zhenlong on the face, turned around and left. No matter how the real dragon reacts, even if he is not convinced, he is asking for it. Who called him careless?

"What kind of messy thing is this? It doesn't matter if you touch it or not. What do you want from me? Hitting someone again! Is there any other way?" Looking at Haitang's leaving figure, Zhenlong was shocked and angry. . This young lady's temper is really unpredictable.

The slap was of moderate force, and it hurt for a while before leaving a faint blush. I had no choice but to leave the park with a sigh and go back alone.

Back in the dormitory, things were a little unusual.

The students gathered in the corridor in twos and threes, discussing matters about tomorrow's competition. After all, this opportunity is rare once every five years. Every student has only one opportunity to show off his skills in front of everyone, and no one dares to underestimate it. However, you must pass the first round of written examinations before performing on stage.

It is said that the questions in this written test are quite difficult, and theoretical knowledge such as magic, literature, mathematics, geography, history, etc. will be involved. Some people who usually focus on improving their practical abilities and ignore theoretical knowledge, no matter how strong they are, will not be able to advance to the next stage if they cannot pass the written test.

Walking all the way to his room, Zhenlong heard all kinds of complaints. Some complained that they might not be able to pass the written test, some complained that some people from other departments were too strong, some complained that their cultivation was not enough...

"Classmate Lier Zhenlong, you are the apprentice of Vulcan. You should be very confident about this competition, right?" Two students living in the next room asked when they saw Zhenlong coming back.

I rarely communicate with my neighbors next door, and I don’t even know the names of these two students. Zhenlong had no choice but to respond with a smile: "I'm really not sure. Whatever, I just went there with a playful mentality. As for the result, I'll leave it to fate."

"It's so free and easy, I admire it!" the boy said, cupping his fists.

"By the way, I wonder what level of fighting spirit Mr. Zhenlong has now? Vulcan's disciples should at least have pure purple fighting spirit, right?" asked another boy.

"The apprentice of Vulcan does not have to be very powerful. I am ashamed to say that I am just a light blue fighting spirit." After hearing this, Zhenlong couldn't help but look embarrassed.

"Ah?! No way!" the two boys said in unison.

Among the more than a thousand students in Podol, there are probably only single digits left whose level is in the light blue range. No matter how low your talent is, as long as you practice diligently, you can reach true blue or dark blue under the guidance of the instructor. Forget it for everyone else, but Vulcan's precious apprentice is only at this level, how can he not be astonished.

"There's nothing surprising. Go get some rest early. I wish you success in tomorrow's competition." The real dragon returned to the room minding his own business.

As for whether True Dragon is participating in the competition just for fun, of course not.

I will definitely win the championship! If you don't do anything, you will be a man for nothing!

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The five-year-old Bordeaux Competition has finally begun.

This morning, more than a thousand students from the school gathered at the "Brave Arena" in the northwest corner of Tianyuan Place.

The Brave Arena is divided into two floors: underground and above ground. The underground is the venue for competitions, and the ground is the actual battlefield.

This ancient arena welcomed unfamiliar faces one after another. On the cracked outer walls of the arena, I could vaguely feel the thrilling battles of the last competition. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye. Who will win the supreme glory again after Piro the Soul Eater? people?

Under the leadership of the instructors, the students lined up in a long line and entered the underground examination room in an orderly manner.

Once inside, the huge space is truly jaw-dropping. Two thousand sets of tables and chairs were neatly placed there, making the entire examination room look spacious but not empty. Surrounded by thick walls, countless wall lamps illuminate every corner of the examination room, making the originally dark basement as bright as the outside world.

After all the students were seated, the invigilator began to distribute the test papers.

All for justice!

The proctoring team can be said to be extremely strong, consisting of one hundred fully armed guards and five chief instructors (Baqiao, the former chief instructor of the fire department, was dismissed due to violation of academy regulations, and Vulture is now the chief instructor).

After the test papers were distributed, the invigilation team set up their formation and began to invigilate the exam.

There are more than a thousand candidates, and there is one guard for every ten people to supervise. The insight and judgment abilities of these guards have been strictly trained, and they can clearly see any small movements of the candidates. In addition, right in front of the examination room, there seemed to be statues of five bosses standing there, looking down at more than a thousand heads below. In this way, even candidates with great courage would not dare to cheat under the eyes of the chief instructor.

The exam lasts three hours.

dang dang...

As the exam opening bell rang, the students picked up their pens and fluttered on the test paper.

The seat of the real dragon is not very good, it is in the middle of the first row, right under the eyes of the chief instructors.

No, the vulture stretched its neck and watched the real dragon answer the question intently.

"Mr. Huo has high expectations for you. A 100% test paper, 70% is considered a pass. You kid must work hard, don't even fail the written test." Vulture thought to himself.

The speed at which the real dragon answered the questions was as smooth as flowing water. Most of the topics seemed familiar to him. It seems that the supplementary lessons at Kelly's are still very effective. Finally, the literature question turned out to be about Meadow’s poems. The real dragon was so happy that it was solved after a few brushes.

"Why is he so fast? Didn't he even read the questions? Don't fail!" Meishi sat behind the real dragon. Her answering speed was obviously not as fast as the real dragon. In order to ensure accuracy, she would think carefully about each question for a long time before writing it. Seeing the real dragon writing with great energy and speed, an elegant arc appeared at the corner of Mish's mouth. "I was still worried about whether he could pass the written test, but now I feel relieved." Mish thought to herself.

One-third of the exam time has passed, but Zhenlong has already finished answering. In order to maintain discipline in the examination room, he did not hand in the paper in advance or show off to others, but quietly lay on the table and fell asleep.

"How dare you sleep in the examination room! Even if you have finished everything, why didn't you check it a few more times?" The vulture was anxious in his eyes, but he couldn't remind him openly.