Versatile Mage: Are you going to let me play in the National Championship?

Chapter 1 Substitute for the national team?

Thirty-two flags fly over Venice.

Looking at the four characters "China Victory" on the screen, Song Yaoguang showed a satisfied smile.

He stood up and walked to the window nearby, stretched, and looked at the large competition arena outside the window, feeling extremely melancholy.

The face reflected on the window was an extremely ordinary face, and the skin was even a little dark. He was absolutely unremarkable among the crowd, but he was still relatively tall.

Regarding the match between China and Germany, Song Yaoguang watched it quite thoroughly.

Although he already knew the result, Mo Fan's destructive magic still made him unable to forget it for a long time.

Song Yaoguang took a deep breath. In fact, he was not a native of this world, but had traveled through time in his early years.

In his previous life, he was a fan of books about full-time mage. Looking at the completed full-time mage in front of the computer, the corners of his eyes became moist without knowing it. He could not let go of the grudge in his heart, so he died of depression.

When I opened my eyes again, I came to this familiar yet unfamiliar world.

This body is named Song Yaoguang. In his early years, he was a student at Demon City Academy and a grassroots mage who was admitted from a remote city.

However, compared to geniuses such as Imperial Pearl and Mo Fan Ai Jiangtu, his strength is obviously not enough, and he is mediocre even in the school.

It is almost impossible to enter the national team with this kind of strength.

But as a time traveler, he will naturally not maintain this status quo forever.

Song Yaoguang's development over the years has not fallen behind. He is familiar with the plot. When faced with various opportunities and business opportunities, he will ruthlessly harvest and plunder in advance!

Looking at the black pendant engraved with strange patterns in front of his neck, the corners of Song Yaoguang's mouth raised slightly.

And it was with the pendant on his chest that he was able to change his destiny in this cruel magical world!

This pendant is similar to Mo Fan's little loach, but it also has an even more incredible function!

That is, it can completely decompose the demon spirit and serve as the cornerstone of Song Yaoguang's cultivation. This alone is extremely exaggerated.

You must know that human beings' development of souls only stops at making magic weapons for cultivation and strengthening stars.

But Song Yaoguang can rely on this pendant to directly use his soul to maintain his cultivation. This is not only reflected in his cultivation, but even his mental power has been significantly improved!

When he was in college, he was only an intermediate-level mage with two systems, but this year he had already reached the advanced level with three systems!

The space system, shadow system, and even the thunder system have all reached the second level of the advanced level.

Among them, the thunder system even has the potential to break through to the third level of high-level! Of course, Song Yaoguang didn't show all this, after all, he knew the truth of showing too much edge.

Later, with his breakthrough in cultivation, he directly won the title of first place in the Leiyuan of Demon City Academy!

In this way, he got the only spot in the national team in the demon city.

However, judging from the strength Song Yaoguang showed, no one except himself knew his true cultivation level, so he only got a substitute spot in the national team.

Even if it weren't for the reputation of Demon City Academy, judging from the strength he has shown now, he would have been brushed aside by the geniuses from the Imperial Capital Demon City.

Over the years, he has been stumbling all the way, and probably only Song Yaoguang himself knows the hardships.

Thoughts flashed, back to reality.

"In a few days, China will play against England. Remember, the Chinese team seemed to have given up because the injury was too serious. I don't know if I will have a chance to play."

At this point, a trace of struggle flashed across Song Yaoguang's face, and he was quite helpless about not being able to play.

After all, in the national team, it is not just a competition between young people, but also the intrigues of the forces behind it.

If he shows his strength in advance, he might be assassinated by some organization later, just like Mu Ningxue.

Song Yaoguang didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

"Oh? You want to play against the British team?"

A surprised voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Song Yaoguang was slightly startled, because the voice was so elegant and beautiful that his heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

The source of this voice comes from the Greek saint Astraea, a breathtaking woman.

As soon as Song Yaoguang turned his head, he saw a picturesque woman with a black silk veil. She was holding a cup of coffee in her hand and elegantly sitting in an empty seat not far from Song Yaoguang.

This is an environment similar to a classroom. At this moment, many people are still immersed in the joy of victory, and no one is here.

The two looked at each other like that.

Song Yaoguang, who was leaning against the window, smiled faintly. Naturally, he knew that the woman in front of him was the saint of the Parthenon, Astraea.

"Fortunately, it is a good opportunity after all. Who doesn't want to make a name for himself?"

Song Yaoguang responded in an extremely calm tone, without showing much emotion on his face.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Seeing Song Yaoguang's expression, Astraea's eyes flashed with curiosity, her slender white fingers fiddled with the iron spoon to stir the coffee on the table, her tone seemed to be a smile but not a smile. “I’m afraid, of course I’m afraid, but I’m even more afraid of doing nothing.”

Having said this, Song Yaoguang's eyes flashed with determination. For a commoner like him, only by showing strong enough strength and gaining the blessing of some powerful forces could he survive in this cruel magical world.

Song Yaoguang naturally has his own ideas. After all, he doesn't think that he can be like Mo Fan and have the ability to turn danger into safety every time.

At least during the years he traveled back in time, there were countless experiences that nearly killed him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yaoguang did not stay, but left towards the door alone.

Looking at Song Yaoguang's leaving figure, Astraea's expression was slightly startled. For some reason, she vaguely felt that this person was a bit uneasy.

The aura exuding from him seemed to have a bit of a Parthenon feel.

Venice World University Competition.

A total of four countries entered the winner group, namely Greece, the United Kingdom, China, and Egypt.

The losers are the United States, Canada, Germany, and France.

On the third day, the second round of the decisive battle finally began. The four teams in the winner group competed with each other, and the four teams in the loser group competed with each other, and then the winner and loser were judged.

Above the seats, the word "China" is written in large letters, and below are sitting several members of the national team.

I saw that the team was already discussing the next tactics.

Song Yaoguang was sitting at the very edge, and no one was paying attention to him. His whole person looked extremely transparent.

"give up?"

"Feng Li, did I hear you correctly? Do you really want to just give up?"

The middle-aged man named Han Ji, who was ranked behind, had a surprised look on his face, not because he was dissatisfied with the proposal, but because these words came out of Feng Li's mouth, which really shocked him.

Everyone looked helpless when they heard this proposal. After all, the battle between Mo Fan and others against the German team was too brutal.

As a result, the superpower Britain was drawn again. If they forced their way in again, they would probably be doomed to defeat.

It's better to save your strength first and leave some room for subsequent games.

Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Feng Li coughed twice and said solemnly: "Knowing that there is no chance of winning, we still give everything we have, leading to a complete defeat later. That is stupid, and it is even harder to explain to the country. Didn't we give up on the decisive battle? I’m not giving up on trying to get a higher ranking, I’m just analyzing the current situation, preserving some strength, and ensuring victory in the third round!”

Feng Li made his point clear. Even though the other mentors felt that it was inappropriate to retreat without fighting, they had no other objections. After all, there was really no better way at the moment.

Feng Li glanced at the people on the seats.

"Guan Yu and Li Kaifeng, you two are fast, so let's go test out Britain's strength first, and Song Yaoguangqin should also join us."

"what!?"

"Isn't it?"

Hearing the words Song Yaoguang, several national team members present looked surprised.

Although the winning rate against the British team is almost zero, it is indeed a bit abstract to let a person who is ranked last.

"Why, do you have any objections?"

Feng Li's tone suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at everyone lightly.

Seeing this, the noise just now stopped immediately.

Mo Fan, who was in the distance, naturally saw it. After all, in his opinion, almost all the capable people were injured and had no energy left to compete.

It's better to let the substitute players play. This can be regarded as Feng Li's good intentions. After all, who comes to the national team and doesn't want to play for once?

Seeing Feng Li's perfunctory tactics, everyone naturally understood that these people were probably just cannon fodder.

Guan Yu, who had just returned from the toilet, felt unhappy when he heard the list of players. He pointed at Song Yaoguang in the back row and said in a sarcastic tone: "Teacher Feng Li, although we have no chance of winning, you can't either. Just send a stupid guy to me?"

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang frowned and felt helpless. After all, he had always been at the bottom, but he was still able to survive in the team. It was naturally normal for some people to be unhappy with him.

Guan Yu's voice was obviously intentional, but most people still laughed. Apparently many people in the team still agreed with Guan Yu's point of view.

"Stop talking nonsense and follow the arrangements!"

Feng Li glared, and Guan Yu not far away suddenly became silent. He glanced at Song Yaoguang angrily, and then said sarcastically: "Don't f*ck hold me back later!"

(End of this chapter)