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In the two martial arts competitions, Pingzhen Academy lost, almost making everyone dumbfounded.

On the high platform, Zhang Dai suddenly said with a smile that was not a smile: "Second brother, younger sister, Junior Brother Yuan, the students you teach are excellent."

Yuan Shouyi snorted coldly, and glanced at him lightly, as if he was just glancing at an insignificant speck of dust.

Zhang Hao said: "Principal Zhang, this is called famous teachers producing high-quality apprentices. Our students haven't shown their housekeeping skills yet."

Zhang Dai deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It seems that you are more confident in the next technique competition, we will wait and see."

Shao Fang pressed Zhang Mao's arm to calm him down.

Everyone else on the high platform was stunned. Except for senior seniors like Chen Shiyan, many of them heard for the first time that the deans of the two colleges were brothers.

Everyone felt that they had eaten a big melon, and thought to themselves: The entanglements between these masters are not shallow.

With the sound of a gong, the spell competition began.

In the first round of alchemy and the second round of formation, the True Gold Academy was powerless to resist.

So far, it's a two-to-two tie.

In the third match, Meng Xinjie was trembling all over.

Ji Lang said to him softly: "Don't be afraid, don't think that this is a competition, Fang Lin and I will definitely win the next two games. You just need to complete the talisman making and you will succeed."

"Brother Ji, I can't do it." Meng Xinjie was so frightened that he was about to cry.

Fang Lin said: "Manly man, there is nothing to be afraid of, just do it."

Meng Xinjie bit his lip tightly.

Ji Lang can't do anything about this kind of person, but he understands his feelings very well. Meng Xinjie has been denied and bullied in the past.

"Meng Xinjie, you have to walk out of the shadows of the past and overcome your timidity."

"I'm so scared."

"Look up," Ji Lang motioned him to look at Gaotai, "Teacher Yuan is looking at you worriedly. Even if you don't trust me and Fang Lin, or yourself, you still have to trust Teacher Yuan. Teacher Yuan is the God of Transformation Qi Da Neng, he said you can do it, you can do it.”

Meng Xinjie looked up at Yuan Shouyi, his eyes were full of admiration, and he took a long time to look away.

In Meng Xinjie's childhood memories, Yuan Shouyi was the first person who gave him affirmation.

He blinked his eyes lightly, tears streaming down his face.

Ji Lang and Fang Lin backed away almost at the same time. Feeling the scorching gazes around them, especially Yuan Shouyi's glaring, they felt wronged and at a loss.

From the players' and audience seats of Pingzhen Academy, laughter continued to be heard.

Someone recognized Meng Xinjie and said disdainfully, "It's that sissy Meng Xinjie. I didn't expect him to go to Zhenjin Academy and dare to come to the competition."

The booing from Pingzhen Academy was getting louder and louder, and people kept insulting Meng Xinjie as a sissy.

Ji Lang and Fang Lin looked at each other, and the other students were even more at a loss.

Just when they were thinking about how to encourage Meng Xinjie in this situation, Meng Xinjie stopped crying and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Meng Xinjie looked firm and said, "I'm on the field. If I lose, the next two games will depend on Brother Ji and Brother Fang."

Ji Lang and Fang Lin nodded quickly.

This time, Meng Xinjie lost.

He looked up at Yuan Shouyi, who smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up.

In an instant, Meng Xinjie's brows and eyes stretched, and a smile bloomed.

In the auditorium of Pingzhen Academy, boos and insults towards Meng Xinjie were still heard endlessly.

Meng Xinjie glanced around lightly, his brows and eyes slightly curved, soft but also dazzling.

This time, he lost the game and won back his pride and confidence.

In the fourth competition of inscriptions, the Pingzhen Academy participated in the competition was a brother from the Inscription Academy, who was at the beginning of the fourth level and could draw top-grade inscriptions.

Before playing, Fang Lin said to Ji Lang: "The person who is competing with you is called Bai Zidong. He is a fourth-level inscription master, and the quality of inscriptions is top-grade. I asked him to draw inscriptions before, and he is no worse than you. Don't underestimate the enemy."

Ji Lang looked at him with deep meaning, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's interesting to be evenly matched."

Seeing the back of Ji Lang walking on the stage, Fang Lin's heart skipped a beat, feeling that Ji Lang already knew something.

On the other side of the auditorium, the children stood beside Min Fan and said, "Brother Min, Brother Ji is here."

Min Fan opened his eyes and looked at Ji Lang, who was in high spirits on the stage. He couldn't help but frown slightly, as if he was refreshed instantly.

Ji Lang's gaze skipped over the others and landed on Min Fan, and smiled at him.

In this competition, when Ji Lang started to draw the inscriptions that can only be drawn at the later stage of the fourth level, the teachers and students of Pingzhen Academy suddenly felt that this was the case, and most of them were very indifferent.

Bai Zidong lost in rank, so he couldn't win in quality. They all knew how good Ji Lang's inscription was.

There was no suspense, the moment Ji Lang completed the inscription, the winner was already divided.

In a three-to-three tie, the final refining competition became particularly important.

When Fang Lin was about to play, Ji Lang said to him: "It's often not that people have no choice, but whether they dare to choose."

After saying this, Ji Lang sat calmly on the player's bench and said nothing more.He seemed calm and calm, but in fact he was very panicked.

He was not sure about Fang Lin's choice and the result of this competition.

After Fang Lin played, his complicated mood gradually calmed down.

His gaze swept across the high platform, the teachers and students below, and finally landed on the opponent.

He has been in Pingzhen Academy for more than a year, and he knows most of the people in the Artifact Refining Branch, as well as the brothers who are fighting.

Fang Lin knew that his senior brother's level of refining weapons was on par with him, or even better than him.

He couldn't help thinking that even if he lost, no one would say that he lost the game on purpose.

"Fang Lin, come on!"

Meng Xinjie yelled at the top of his voice, and other people from Zhenjin Academy also yelled.

Immediately, the students of Pingzhen College also cheered for the senior brother.

In the final game where the winner was determined, the students who were spectators seemed to be working hard.

At that moment, many images flashed through Fang Lin's mind, cheating food and drinking while wandering, framing disciples with Xie Han when he was in the Shaoshan School, studying in Pingzhen Academy, and the recent moments in Zhenjin Academy drop.

He found that the days in Zhenjin Academy were the shortest, but also the most comfortable time for him.

He wants to win.

Even the weak and cowardly Meng Xinjie dared to face his own heart and overcome difficulties, so why wouldn't he dare?

Fang Lin no longer hesitated, put aside distracting thoughts, and focused on refining the weapon.

Seeing his gaze become firm, not only Ji Lang finally heaved a sigh of relief, but also the three teachers on the high platform unconsciously smiled slightly.

Ji Lang was not the only one who noticed Fang Lin's abnormal expression?

In this match, both sides completed the fourth-level late-stage magic weapon.In the eyes of teachers and classmates, it is basically evenly divided.

The vice president asked: "I don't know how you judge this game?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Ma Weiyuan in unison.

Ma Weiyuan cleared his throat and said, "The students on both sides are geniuses in refining, and they are the best of the new generation of refining masters. In my opinion, it's better to tie."

Zhang Dai chuckled and said slowly: "The others also have the same opinion?"

Several presidents looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.

Zhang Dai asked Zhang Mao again: "Does the second brother agree?"

Shao Fang was the first to say: "We don't agree. Since there is a comparison, let's directly judge the winner."

She was worried that Zhang Dai would ask for an extra match.

In fact, Zhang Dai really had the idea of ​​an extra match. As long as there was an extra match and Ji Lang and the others were not allowed to play, no one from Zhenjin Academy would be able to play.

Zhang Dai glanced at Shao Fang with a half-smile, and said, "Then according to the younger siblings, please ask the five presidents to vote, choose one of the two."

For the last three words, Zhang Dai's voice was very soft, but everyone present could hear that there was no room for rejection.

In the end, Chen Shiyan and Ma Weiyuan voted for Zhenjin Academy, and the other three presidents voted for Pingzhen Academy.

Zhang Dai smiled faintly, glanced lightly at Chen Shiyan and Ma Weiyuan, and then said to Zhang Mao: "Second brother, the winner has already been decided, please abide by our agreement."

Immediately, both Shao Fang and Yuan Shouyi looked at Zhang Mao nervously and suspiciously.

Zhang Hao dodged his eyes and dared not speak.

Zhang Dai said: "Let Ji Lang come to Pingzhen Academy tomorrow to go through the admission procedures."

After saying that, Shao Fang and Yuan Shouyi's eyes almost poked Zhang Dai and Zhang Hao into two big holes.

When everyone returned to Zhenjin Academy, Zhang Mao was downcast with guilt and self-blame, while Shao Fang and Yuan Shouyi were furious and kept silent.

Min Fan persuaded: "Three teachers, if we can compare with Pingzhen Academy to this level, we have already won."

Shao Fang pointed at Zhang Mao, gritted her teeth and said, "You tell me yourself."

Zhang Hao shivered for a while, and said hesitantly: "Xiao Lang, Zhang Dai and I have an agreement in this competition. If we win, Zhang Dai will leave Pingzhen Academy. If we lose..."

Having said that, Zhang Mao looked at Ji Lang with a guilty conscience, not daring to continue.

Shao Fang said angrily: "Go on, why don't you dare to say it?"

After a while, Zhang Mao continued to say, "Xiao Lang needs to re-enter Pingzhen Academy tomorrow."

Suddenly, everyone was stunned.

Shao Fang pointed at Zhang Mao's nose and scolded: "You are brainless, you dare to agree to anything when you are lightly provoked by someone. Don't you know the quarrel between Xiao Lang and Pingzhen Academy? Let him Re-enrollment, wouldn't that hurt him?"

Min Fan hugged Ji Lang's arm and said worriedly: "Let's go now, stay away from the imperial city."

Fang Lin said: "There are many monsters and monsters hidden in Pingzhen Academy. Before this competition, someone threatened me to lose."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on Fang Lin again.

Fang Lin bowed deeply and apologized.

Shao Fang stared at him intently for a moment, and then said: "Actually, we already know, and we are very pleased that you found your way back in the end."

Fang Lin's eyes were flushed, he was forgiven again and again, but he violated his conscience again and again.It wasn't until the moment I stood on the ring, listening to the applause and booing below, that I really realized how despicable I was.

Shao Fang looked at Fang Lin who was falling into self-blame, sighed, and then said to Ji Lang: "Xiao Lang, what's your idea?"

On the contrary, Ji Lang was the calmest, and said: "Mr. Zhang and I are in a teacher-student relationship, not father and son, let alone master and servant. At most, Mr. Zhang can only drive me out of Zhenjin Academy, but he cannot force me to go to Pingzhen Academy. "

Shao Fang nodded: "That's the reason."

Yuan Shouyi said, "Yes, Xiao Lang won't go anywhere, but stay here."

Ji Lang raised his lips and said, "I will report to Pingzhen Academy tomorrow."

"why?"

"I have a doubt in my heart, and I need to go to Pingzhen Academy to solve it."

Min Fan said, "I'll go with you."

Ji Lang shook his head gently, "I'll go alone this time, you wait here for me, I'll be back soon."