Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"How can it be!?"

"Then what kind of name are you going to come up with?"

Xu Fang rolled his eyes, folded his wings and landed from the sky, stretching out his hand: "Give me the rest of the materials, and I'll pay the balance later."

"Such ungentlemanly behavior won't win over ladies..."

"I don't like mature women."

"···"

After exchanging money for goods, Xu Fang left the shop in a gondola.

Old Alessandro was so angry that he didn't use the ridiculous name he had given him, so he named himself "Feather of the Sky".

Back at the hotel where the National Government team was staying, Feng Li's roar could be heard from a great distance.

"Who gave you the audacity to frame your teammates and engage in deadly battles behind closed doors?"

"I'm too lazy to deal with the Mu family, but you'd better relay my message. As long as I, Feng Li, recognize a candidate from the National Academy, I will not let anyone who tries to undermine me during the World University Competition off the coast of the country off the coast of the nation off the coast of the nation off the coast of the country off the coast of the nation off the coast of the country off the coast of the nation off the coast of the country off the coast of the nation off the coast of the country off the coast of the nation off the coast of the world ...

"As for the injuries on your body, that's your own fault!"

The rest of the Nationalist team had arrived. Xu Fang sat down next to Jiang Shaoxu and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Mu Tingying tried to take Mu Ningxue's bow, and when Mo Fan found out, he had a small conflict with her."

Jiang Shaoxu didn't deliberately keep her voice down, and Mu Tingying, who was not far away, was so angry that her eyes were spinning.

Minor conflict?

I was almost struck by lightning and you call this a minor conflict?

"Mu Tingying?" Xu Fang asked curiously, "Where did she go? By the way, where did this African friend come from? His afro is very authentic."

puff!

Many people lowered their heads, their shoulders shrugging, trying to suppress their laughter.

Mu Tingying was furious, but she didn't dare to say another word.

In her opinion, Xu Fang and Mo Fan were the same kind of people, both of whom came from lowly backgrounds, were rude and didn't know their own strength. If you angered them, you would really get beaten up!

Feng Li's lips twitched, and after a few seconds of silence, he turned away, leaving everyone with his back to them.

"Alright, that's enough for this matter. Remember my warning: if you repeat this offense, you'll be dealt with severely and expelled from the team!"

He was chuckling to himself, and Xu Fang heard it clearly.

After Feng Li left, Ai Jiangtu said in a deep voice: "We have now arrived in Venice. Once the competition officially begins, every move will be broadcast live globally."

Remember who you are, and be mindful of the consequences of your every action! No one cares about your personal feuds, because in other people's eyes, you are all Chinese!

Anyone who does anything that damages the nation's dignity shouldn't blame me for turning my back on them!

Isn't the whole year-long journey all for this final sprint?

Ai Jiangtu comes from the military. In his eyes, nothing is more important than the honor of the country, even his own life!

Those who harm the country are his enemies, and he will fight them to the death!

Nan Jue also spoke up: "We received a message from the organizers that everyone should go and take photos later for promotional purposes and to introduce information during the live broadcast."

Nan Jue's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

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Why is everyone bullying me?!

Chapter 313 Mentor, I'll Go!

"CCTV! CCTV! This is Xiaochuan, a frontline reporter. I am currently at the Venice Water City, at the scene of the World University Competition!"

The reporter, holding the microphone, was visibly emotional.

"We can see that thirty-two national flags are rising above the Doge's Palace in Venice—our red flag is among them!"

"Look over there! Delegations from various countries are entering! Sunlight shines on their young faces; today they will use their hard-earned magic to win glory for their nations!"

"The Chinese team is on! The magic athletes of this year's Chinese team are wearing red and gold 'dragon uniforms'!"

In the contestant tunnel, Ai Jiangtu was at the forefront, with a gilded "1" printed on his back.

Next up is Nan Jue, number 2.

The third group consists of Xu Fang (number 3), Mo Fan (number 4), Jiang Shaoxu (number 5), Mu Ningxue (number 6), and so on.

The reporter had already obtained firsthand information and passionately explained:

"This is the first time the Nationalist team members have appeared in the public eye. Prior to this, they underwent a year of training!"

"During their training, they successively obtained national pavilion badges from Japan, Peru, Colombia, Panama, Costa Rica, Mexico, the United States, Portugal, and Egypt, without a single defeat, and were far ahead!"

"Now, the high-ranking officials from various countries are taking the stage! Representing China is Pang Lai, the chief mage of the Imperial Palace Magic Association!"

The reporter spoke at length.

The footage recorded by the cameras will also be simultaneously transmitted to the headquarters of CCTV for editing, subtitles, and broadcast.

Of course, you can watch the live broadcast, but you need to be familiar with the international language, otherwise you'll only hear a bunch of "abba".

"The opening ceremony has officially concluded. Next up is the draw! Luck is also a part of skill, and which country you are drawn is crucial!"

Last time, the Chinese national team had extremely bad luck, running into the American team in the second round and being utterly humiliated.

The audience doesn't care about any nonsense; they praise when they win and criticize when they lose—it's the simplest of truths.

In today's society with free speech, ordinary people are the ones who can hurl the most insults.

Despite knowing absolutely nothing about magic, they can still spout rigorous logic, making one almost believe that this is a sockpuppet account used by a holy mage to rant online.

On the National Team's side.

"You're coming?" Ai Jiangtu looked at Xu Fang.

“It’s definitely you who should come. I’m only number 3,” Xu Fang said.

Ai Jiangtu said no more, strode onto the stage, casually picked up a ticket, and handed it to the host with great flair without even looking at it.

"China, against Japan!"

As soon as the results were announced, a deafening cheer erupted from the audience, who waved Japanese flags and shouted "Lucky!" in Japanese-accented Interlanguage.

"grass!"

The entire National Government team was collectively unhappy.

They're already opening champagne before the halfway point is even over?

In stark contrast to the vast, continuous expanse of Japanese flags, only a pitiful small number of red flags were displayed in the stands.

The National University team's defeat in the last season, though due to various reasons, truly broke the hearts of the audience, resulting in fewer people buying tickets.

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"The opening match is a 5-on-5 team competition. We will select five players from our side, and Japan will also select five players."

"Mentor Feng Li said."

Since the mentor is present, the decision naturally rests with the mentor.

"I come!"

"I'll do it!"

"Professor, please let me go!"

The opening match is of utmost importance; it truly attracts global attention. If you can perform well in the opening match, you'll basically become famous!

They've spent a year honing their skills and training across the world, all for the sake of gaining fame in this arena, especially since each of them has such a powerful force behind them!

Most importantly, everyone was already annoyed by Xiao Rizi's behavior, and who wouldn't want to go up and use magic to slap him in the face?

"Let me go!" Mu Tingying pleaded. Her face was no longer so dark, only her hair was a little wavy at the ends.

"You just wait," Feng Li said coldly, and Mu Tingying dared not speak out against his anger.

"Mu Ningxue, Jiang Shaoxu, Guan Yu, Nan Jue, and Jiang Yu, the five of you will come up," Feng Li said.

"Isn't it a bad idea to conserve our strength like this when playing against the Japanese team?" Matsuzuru asked worriedly.

The Japanese national team is very strong overall, and they will have to go all out to win the game.

Furthermore, since this was the first match, Songhe and the other instructors saw that Feng Li was holding back too much of his strength by not letting Xu Fang, Ai Jiangtu, or Mo Fan play.

We need to send out at least one of our three aces.

Feng Li pondered for a moment, then his gaze swept over the team members once more.

"Old Feng, it's better to play it safe for the first game."

A familiar voice rang out; it was none other than Pang Lai, the chief court official of the Former Palace.

With him was Han Ji, whom Xu Fang had just met not long ago.

“If they are exposed too early, they might be targeted,” Feng Li expressed his concern.

"If you're strong enough, what can they do about targeting you?"

Pang Lai said, "We should still consider public opinion. You saw the situation in the stands. If we lose the first game, even these people might not come."

Feng Li nodded silently.

"Then let..."

"Let me do it," Xu Fang said.

"I think it's good. This kid has a lot of things hidden away. Let him pick a few to use," Han Ji said with a smile, and Pang Lai nodded in agreement.

"Alright, replace Nan Jue. Remember not to reveal your full strength," Feng Li instructed.

"Do not worry."

Xu Fang stood up, his smile kind.

"You think you can make me reveal my full strength? Those few days are enough for you?"