Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

There was nothing I could do; the fortress general was my own brother.

Many teammates cheered and said, "Well done!"

"But the coach is gone."

"Who will arrange tomorrow's training plan, who will schedule practice matches, and who will handle the drafting and banning (BP)?"

"..."

"I trust the dean!"

Chapter 682 My Name is Nanyang Yue (Part 2)

Dean?

In my memory, the dean was also a very strange person.

It seems like he has some kind of personality disorder.

Sometimes adorable and innocent, sometimes domineering and arrogant.

Behind the scenes, we even secretly distinguished between the head dean and the junior dean.

Separating is also very simple.

If she's holding potato chips or jerky when she inspects training sessions, then she's the junior director.

On the contrary, the one with a cold and aloof demeanor, someone who doesn't want to be approached, is the dean.

However, the dean is only responsible for recommending talents from the academy. Recruiting coaches is the responsibility of the central command, and the dean can only recommend or nominate.

The coach qualification review process takes a long time.

The unknown coach needed to verify his identity multiple times, while the famous coach was unwilling to take on our mess.

The fortress has received two high-level warnings.

If the garrison fails to advance to the playoffs in this league and improve its reputation, its rating will drop to level three, and level four public facilities will be forcibly dismantled.

My brother is overwhelmed with dealing with immigration issues every day.

Anyone with a bit of ability wouldn't bother coming to Bian Yuelong.

The main team includes a blind player, a player with bad luck, a player who quit the team, and me, the hot-tempered player. The only player who performs consistently is Team Zhou, who also gets drafted by the opposing team.

As the day of the BP approached, I wanted to discuss coaching matters with the dean, and I passed by the training hall.

I heard it clearly; someone said something very interesting.

"Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes?"

I couldn't help but stop and walk towards the crowd, only then could I see the speaker's face clearly.

He's the guy who went to explore the dungeon with the dean yesterday.

They were too rough and scraped my skin off.

He was sparring with Jiang Shu as usual, so he seemed to be a new member who was preparing to join the team. He was recommended by the dean, so his skill level should be fine.

But right now, we need a coach more than a strong player.

Later, the dean told us, "He is your new coach, Luo Bai."

For a moment, I felt as if time stood still.

Team Leader Zhou reacted the fastest, immediately bowing and nodding: "Hello, Coach!"

We could only follow along, bewildered, and muttered amongst ourselves.

"A 20-year-old coach?!"

These are essential qualities for a coach, as everyone knows.

With extensive intelligence, we know the strengths and weaknesses of both ourselves and our adversaries, and we can make sound business plans.

Serious and uncompromising, no underhanded tactics, focused solely on the duel.

They have a certain network of contacts and can arrange to train with strong teams.

How could someone not even twenty years old have these qualities?

Just considering the second point, can this pretty boy really avoid taking advantage of female team members?

The team coach holds a very high position and authority in the fortress.

The previous coach, who was over fifty, still had a lustful heart.

Can this hot-blooded 20-year-old have that kind of self-control?

I glanced to the side and noticed that a few female team members were getting agitated. They were staring at the handsome coach with flirtatious expressions.

Oh shit, it's over.

The coach might be the one who was sexually harassed.

"Dean, are you serious?" I couldn't help but ask.

The dean replied seriously, "Yes, he is KC Silverhead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the team members erupted in chatter again. A few female team members blushed and whispered among themselves.

KC Silverhead, a top 100 player in the world!

I knew he was good at duels, but I didn't expect him to be this awesome.

KC Silver is definitely qualified to be the coach of a level 4 fortress that is about to be downgraded. After all, there are more than 300 level 4 fortresses, and there are not enough Silver to go around.

But why?

With this kind of fame, you could easily make money by doing a live stream. Wouldn't that be effortless and enjoyable?

I became wary and paid extra attention to this person.

Until that day, the new coach said that we had been assigned special training partners.

When I heard that, I thought to myself, "That's great!"

A person's network of relationships can reveal a lot about that person.

But what did we see?

"[Kuroba]?! Teacher Shang Yu!"

"【Migratory bird】! Professor Shen Shen, did you do it too?!"

"【Iron Beast】...Oh—"

The sparring partner that the new coach brought in shattered our worldview.

I hope to increase the intensity of the training.

But it can't be that bad... this is really going too far.

The new coach's connections are terrifying; I don't even want to guard him anymore.

He couldn't possibly be an enemy.

If Tazner had such talent, would he have needed to take our card for two hundred years?

With the help of this god-level coach.

Bian Yuelong achieved two consecutive victories, advancing to the playoffs and boosting his reputation, temporarily maintaining his rating.

A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I left without saying goodbye, took the eraser, and went to Tazna alone.

To reclaim the lost justice.

I skillfully used my identity from ten years in the enemy camp to pull the card into my pocket once again.

Then use the Phantom Eraser to clean up the mixed electronic viruses on it.

Only the third step remains: sending this card home.

This third step doesn't matter if I'm there or not, just get the card home.

The security in Tanaz remains extremely tight.

I tried my best to keep a low profile, but they still managed to find me.

It's clear they're completely panicked.

For the first time in two hundred years, they lost the signal of this epic Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

They almost sent a division to hunt me down.

In their view, the card could be destroyed, but it couldn't return to Bian Yuelong. This wasn't a matter of combat strength, but a matter of face.

I can be unhappy.

You won't have an easy time either.

Tazuna and Byakuya Taki have been locked in a stalemate for two hundred years.

This silent war.

I will bring this to a complete close.

I fled to Sumeru Garden, using the body of the Purple Thorn, whose information was blank.

I never imagined that this was a relic of the gods.

I witnessed one earth-shattering, awe-inspiring duel after another. The challengers were like little suns, marching towards the challenge of kings and gods, radiating their own light and heat.

I could only watch silently from below.

Being too conspicuous is a taboo for secret agents.

But the coaches seem to be missing a speaker.

Both the coach and the dean are surprisingly socially awkward.

There was no other way, so I risked being discovered, disguised myself as Lin Yi, went up on the stage, and incited the public to donate cards.

Things went very smoothly.