Magical Strategist

Dangdangdangdang...

The three-hour exam time is over.

"Oh, I finally got over it." The real dragon said happily.

"If you fail, see how your master Baggio will deal with you." The vulture glanced at the real dragon angrily.

"No way." Zhenlong said confidently.

"The results will be announced in three days. I would like to see what score you can get." Vulture said.

"It should be 95." True Dragon replied calmly.

"Haha, young people, don't be too arrogant. No one has scored 90 points in the exam so far," said the vulture.

"Really?" the real dragon replied.

"Okay, okay, let's go back." Vulture sorted out the test papers and said.

Zhenlong said "oh" and left the examination room.

.........

While waiting for the results for three days, Zhenlong cultivated his health and rested his breath, pre-conditioning his body to its best condition. He knew very well that he would encounter all kinds of strong people next.

In addition to recharging his energy, he took out the remaining pages of "Jin Dou Qian Qiu" and studied them when he had free time. I accidentally burned the book when I was practicing Three Thousand Worlds, and now only one page remains.

But it's just such a thin piece of paper, and after more than half a year of research, I still haven't come up with anything useful.

The naked woman is still a naked woman, and she does not put on clothes or ride a horse as the author said. If it weren't for the fact that the author is one of the world's top experts, I would have torn the pages of this lousy book to pieces.

.........

Three days later, the results of the competition were finally announced.

The performance list is posted on the "Bagua Window" outside the training hall.

Throughout the fire department, more than two hundred students swarmed in, eager to know their results.

At this time, Zhenlong was extremely calm. He stayed away from the crowd and glanced at the score list on the Bagua Window. Whether you have passed or not, you already know in your mind.

"Zhenlong, how are your grades?" Meish finally squeezed out of the crowd and asked with a smile on her face. It seems that she is quite satisfied with her results.

The real dragon shrugged and said disdainfully: "I haven't seen it yet."

"I just wanted to help you take a look, but I couldn't find you after searching for a long time. However, there is an unknown person on the list who scored 99, the highest score in the school. Is this person you?" Mish asked.

"I didn't write my name? How is that possible!" Zhenlong carefully recalled the scene during the exam: entering the examination room, getting the test paper, picking up the pen to answer the questions, checking the test paper, sleeping, and finally handing in the paper. Thinking of this, the real dragon's face turned pale. "Wow, you really didn't write your fucking name. What should I do?"

"Ah? Is it really you?" Mish said with wide eyes.

"It's me, but what should I do? If I don't write my name, will it be treated as zero points?" The expression on the real dragon's face was distorted, and even his voice was trembling.

"Normally, anyone without a name will be given a zero score. Don't worry, let me think about it..." Mish frowned and stroked her chin with her fingers, thinking. After a while, she replied: "By the way, isn't Vulcan your master? You can ask him for help."

"Besides this, is there any other way?" Looking for Master? A fist blow is inevitable, and the real dragon can't help but feel a little chilled

"It's really gone. Without further ado, you go find Vulcan now." Mish urged.

When something like this happens, don't care whether you get beaten or not, just run to Baggio for help...

.........

Sure enough, there was a violent blow in Baggio's office.

No need to guess, it must have been the muffled sound of a sandbag-sized fist hitting his head.

"Just stand there, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back!" After a lesson, Baggio angrily slammed the door and left.

You must know that Baggio never asks for help from others and does not like to owe favors. But in order for his apprentice to successfully enter the next round of the competition, he had to put down his dignity and shamelessly ask the dean for special treatment.

Dean Hawking is a stubborn old man. In his concept, once the rules are set, they must be implemented. There is no special treatment. The best example is the last time Baggio was dismissed from his post. No matter how close his friendship with Baggio was, if he violated the terms, he would still be punished.

On the way to the dean's office, Baggio thought about how to convince this stubborn old man.

As soon as he stepped through the door of the dean's office, Hawking guessed the purpose of his coming.

"I didn't expect that even you would learn to plead for mercy." Hawking's words had a sour taste.

"Can a master not do this? He has the ability to boil the arena, and I want everyone to witness his strength. So, you have to help me no matter what." With these sonorous and powerful words, Baggio was exhausted It just came up with my brain.

"What if you don't want to help? You should know that I am a stubborn person. The college has its rules and the examination room has its own discipline. If you miss a name on the test paper, you can only get a zero score." Hawking turned his back to Baggio and said coldly said.

"Then I have to say two words to you: Farewell!" With that, Baggio turned and left angrily. The farewell in his mouth naturally did not mean goodbye.

"Hahaha..." Hawking grinned. "Baggio, Baggio, you are in your forties, how can you still act like a child? Is that child so important to you? You are willing to lose your position as chief instructor for him, and now you are threatening me with resignation." Er Zhenlong is indeed a talent, but he won’t let you, the mighty Vulcan, protect him like this.”

"I'm happy with it!" Baggio said fiercely.

"If you dare to call yourself me in front of me, I'm afraid you are the only one in the world." Hawking said with a smile, his eyes shining.

"Farewell!"

"Come back!" Hawking shouted hurriedly.

"What else is there? By the way, tell me your last words for the future." Baggio said angrily.

"You fart!! Cough cough cough cough..." Hawking was choked by the violent coughing, and after a long pause he said: "I want to say that regarding the written examination, no student in history has ever been able to pass 90 points. "

Then Hawking walked to his desk and pulled out one of the test papers from the thick stack. There is no doubt that what he is holding is the test paper of the real dragon. "There were more than a thousand candidates, and he was the only one who missed writing their names."

"Go back and tell your precious disciple that you must not forget to write down your name in the next exam." Hawking casually picked up the pen on the table and wrote on the test paper: Lille True Dragon.

Baggio was immediately elated, and a smile finally appeared on his face that had been gloomy for a long time.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Baggio said his thanks three times excitedly. Judging from his expression, he wanted to hug Hawking and kiss him hard.

"I'm not doing this for Baggio's sake. I also cherish talents and want them to perform well," Hawking said.

"Of course!"

Things are always unexpected, and the stubborn Hawking made an exception and opened a back door for the real dragon.

The real dragon finally entered the second round without any danger.