Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 499 The End of the Night

As more and more people gathered at the venue, the atmosphere of the anniversary celebration quickly heated up, and many reporters were busy taking pictures.

As one of the top magic universities in the country, Mingzhu Academy achieved remarkable results, especially in the last World University Competition, where Mingzhu Academy accounted for a large proportion of the results.

This made the already well-known Pearl Academy an instant target of fervent pursuit for magic college entrance exam takers across the country.

This naturally includes a prodigy like Wang Teng, who is undoubtedly the most important learning benchmark!

Click click click click click………………

Wang Teng faced the endless stream of cameras with a smile, and his arrival attracted a swarm of reporters like sharks that had caught a whiff of something.

Even Ding Yumin, who was standing nearby, became the focus of their attention.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a cough came from the speakers, and the reporters seemed to get a hint, before reluctantly leaving.

"Welcome, distinguished guests, friends, teachers, students, and alumni of Mingzhu Academy! Welcome everyone!"

"As the dean, on behalf of all the faculty and students, I thank you all for attending this grand celebration of Mingzhu Academy!"

"Since its founding, our school has always adhered to the principle of fair competition, aiming to cultivate outstanding practical magicians and train qualified talents for society!"

"On the occasion of the school's anniversary..."

On stage, Dean Xiao eloquently explained the philosophy and management of Mingzhu Academy, as well as the various achievements made in recent years.

It took him more than an hour to explain his philosophy and the achievements of the university.

Next, representatives from various departments will give speeches, emphasizing their department's strengths and specific training achievements.

In addition, professors will take the stage to give speeches about the achievements and experiences of the university in international exchanges, as well as to expound on many magical theories.

These all elaborate on the profound heritage and connotation of Mingzhu Academy, demonstrating its superiority and showcasing its excellence to the world.

Its purpose, of course, is to attract more outstanding students to apply to Mingzhu University and enhance its domestic influence.

If you don't talk about it or promote it, then no one will know whether you are excellent or not, or where your excellence lies. These things need to be demonstrated through specific deeds.

For example, when outstanding graduates from previous years return to campus to participate in the anniversary celebration, their very presence and arrival serve as a calling card for this prestigious university.

The core function of the anniversary celebration lies here, and it is also an excellent platform for exchange.

Almost all major factions are very interested in this kind of activity because it can recruit outstanding graduates to replenish the new generation of talent.

And those who have already ventured out and achieved great things can only have the opportunity to talk on this kind of platform.

The speech lasted until after 6 p.m., and the entire time consisted entirely of delivering dry, unsubstantiated information.

This period is purely for Mingzhu Academy to showcase itself.

"Ahem~ Thank you all for your support and attention. That concludes today's speech."

"We'll have a one-hour break, followed by a magical talent show by the university's elite students!"

Wei Ming took the stage as the final host and announced the successful conclusion of the school anniversary celebration.

The remaining half is the stage for the various factions, a stage for students to showcase their talents.

One side wants to attract top talent, while the other side tries to get better jobs; it's a two-way race.

This is the true nature of the Dazhong Fashi (a Buddhist monk): without sufficient background and resources, they can only rely on such activities to showcase themselves.

Those who are truly gifted have already secured their future; they are generally not lacking in opportunities.

After round after round of selection, outstanding people will naturally stand out, while those who just coast along will only be able to wait for graduation.

"Wang Teng, let's go, let's get together!" Dean Xiao came over immediately after Director Wei finished his speech.

Behind him followed several elderly professors wearing glasses, their eyes filled with keen interest, as if they were looking at a stunningly beautiful woman.

"The dean personally invited me—how could I dare not give you face?" Wang Teng said half-jokingly as he stood up.

"You little rascal, you're really implying something. We're not going to eat you." Elder Xiao said with an embarrassed smile.

Wang Teng, accompanied by Ding Yumin, left the venue surrounded by a group of people.

This scene naturally attracted everyone's attention, and even drew reporters to interview them, but they were stopped by staff as soon as they came over.

On the top floor of the main campus cafeteria, the lights swayed, casting a cheerful sky-blue hue that marked the dining floor.

A banquet had already been prepared here. Unlike the scattered seats for the students below, here were round tables where seven or eight people sat around each other.

Not many people were able to come up, suggesting that this conversation was somewhat important. They entered the small restaurant, which had the same layout as the outside.

The only difference is that a lavish dinner table has been set out here, and even classic baijiu (Chinese liquor) has been served.

"Please sit down, everyone. Make yourselves at home." Dean Xiao said very politely, and seemed to be in a very good mood today.

"Wang Teng, last time the situation was special, and I couldn't go to support you. It was indeed my fault as the dean. I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

Dean Xiao opened the bottle cap and started blowing the liquor into the bottle.

Under Ding Yumin's shocked gaze, he chugs down more than half the bottle before stopping. If it weren't for the strong aroma of the liquor, she would have suspected that it had been diluted with water.

"Hey~ Dean, just say you're having an alcohol craving, no one will laugh at you~ Haha..." one of the old professors said half-jokingly.

"Hehehe..."

A group of people joined in the laughter, and the atmosphere quickly became lively thanks to their teasing.

"That's all trivial, and it's all in the past, so there's no need to dwell on it." Wang Teng smiled and opened the bottle cap, returning the favor with a bottle full of wine.

"Great! Young people have such a huge capacity for energy!"

"Your return this time is indeed a great help to our university."

"I, an old man, also admire you very much!"

The bespectacled professor raised his wine bottle and enthusiastically leaned over.

"Haha~ You flatter me." Wang Teng chuckled modestly upon seeing this and continued clinking bottles.

Ding~

Gulp, gulp, gulp... In just a few gulps, a bottle of baijiu was gone in no time, and the food hadn't even been touched yet.

As the group took turns toasting each other, many empty bottles soon appeared on the floor, filling the room with a strong smell of alcohol.

If you were to light a fire at this moment, you might just set the room on fire.

Ding Yumin ate her food silently, watching their fearless demeanor, wondering what they were up to.

But she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud; thinking she could drink Wang Teng under the table was probably wishful thinking.

Sure enough, after drinking more than a dozen bottles of baijiu, Wang Teng still remained expressionless, even showing a look of pleasure on his face as if he had just had his fill.

Several elderly professors also stopped and turned to the food on the table, their faces flushed from drinking.

"Ahem... Wang Teng, I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it." Seeing that the old guys had given up, Dean Xiao had no choice but to speak up.

(End of this chapter)