Don't confiscate my citizenship

Student Union Room on the third floor.

Outside the window, the cold wind was light and indifferent, wandering unscrupulously on the wall, trying to find a gap in the window sill to invade.

However, in this warm space, the heavy curtains and solid walls keep the cold wind and chill out, leaving only the cozy feeling of home.

Vice President Asna was sorting documents leisurely beside the bookcase, but the president was nowhere to be seen.

The academic visit to Alolan Royal College is now drawing to a close, and the affairs of the Student Union are no longer so busy.

The peaceful passage of the past few days finally allowed Dean Loren to put his mind at ease. All he had to do was send all the surviving students of the Yalolan Kingdom back the day after tomorrow and everything would be fine.

There were two other people sitting on the sofa in the lounge area of ​​the Student Union Room, with a cup of hot tea and hot cocoa on the coffee table, enjoying this brief moment of peace and quiet.

"If that's the case, why don't you just send your trump card, Tserwini, into action sooner rather than later?!"

"No way! I will never let you disturb the big sister's bar exam!"

"Then enjoy yourself!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"..."

Hyperion held her chin in her hand with a confused look, her attention completely focused on the magic screen hanging on the wall of the Student Union Room.

The screen is playing audio and video of the artificial film world activities taking place on campus.

The film world currently being shown looks like a laboratory. The transparent life-support cabins around it are filled with horrific scenes. Some humans and demons are fixed, their limbs are ruthlessly torn, twisted, and sewn together, turning them into indescribable forbidden creatures.

The sunken area in the center of the laboratory was a circular arena with iron chains hanging on the walls. At the other end of the chains were miserable corpses, some of which had rotted away to the point where only bones were left, as if foreshadowing the fate of the losers.

In this arena where there is no escape, the cold light makes every muscle line look metallic. The ten fighters have different shapes, but each one is strong and tight. There is no sound of weapons clashing on the battlefield at this moment. Instead, there is a sense of oppression when bodies clash with each other, and the dull thunderous sound of bones and muscles colliding.

They're in a five-on-five team fight.

However, this is not an evenly matched battle.

It was clearly a one-sided abuse.

The stronger fighter charged forward like a tiger, using his skills and body flexibility to avoid the opponent's attacks. Then, with the help of his own strength, he took big strides and took the opportunity to throw his opponent heavily to the ground, trampling on his opponent with his weight and extremely powerful kicks, causing spider-web-like cracks on the ground.

The cruel loud noises again and again made Hyperion's brows twitch.

The one who was unable to fight back had a face distorted with pain and fear.

After watching for a while, the picture seemed to end and was switched to another shadow world.

"It was a completely one-sided beating."

Hyperion took a sip of the hot cocoa, then shook her head with pity and expressed her thoughts.

Even though her demon bloodline gave her a little instinctive desire to fight, she still felt the cruelty of the battle just now.

Sitting on the same sofa, Lanqi next to her was originally reading silently, and just now he raised his eyes slightly to look at the arena on the screen.

"Why do people like to fight?"

Lanqi still had that nonchalant attitude and sighed.

"Sometimes it's good to fight with a purpose, as a form of motivation. For example, on campus, if there is no competition at all, everyone might slack off."

Hyperion has always felt that Lanci takes winning or losing too lightly.

Maybe, he should be more competitive in order to become more normal?

"..."

Lanqi looked at the book in his hand again while thinking.

“Is education really like this?”

he murmured.

It seemed that Hyperion's words just now made him realize something.

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Seeing that Lanqi understood what she meant so easily, Hyperion felt a little uneasy.

She leaned over and tilted her head to look at the cover of the book in Lanqi's hand.

It turned out to be a book that Lanqi had borrowed from the Ancient Tower Library of Sage's Court last weekend.

The title reads: "The Origin and Evolution of Species".

Hyperion: "..."

"It says, 'Survival of the fittest.'"

Lanci explained.

"No... I don't think it's that cruel here..."

Hyperion choked for a long time before finally starting to speak.

She suspected that Lanqi would never forget his Purgatory Corridor Academy. This guy's educational philosophy was more or less deeply influenced by the demons.

The environment on the southern continent is generally more peaceful and stable than that on the northern continent where the demons exist. It is rich in resources, has convenient trade and transportation, and there are no disaster areas left by the failure of the ninth-level shadow world on land.

Hyperion heard that in the large colleges and universities under the management of the Education Department of the Protoss Empire, a giant empire on the south coast of the Northern Continent, there is a strict system of hierarchy and survival of the fittest. Not only is there fierce competition among students, there is even vicious competition, and the struggle between schools has many dark sides.

In comparison, the orderly, friendly campus in the southern continent is simply a paradise.

Of course, people living in different environments will show different mental outlooks and adaptability. This may be the reason why Lanqi was tortured in Ikerita Academy during the day on the first day of school, and took direct charge of thunder and lightning at Purgatory Corridor Academy at night.

No one knows whether the northern continent may be a more suitable soil for Lanqi.

Just as Hyperion was struggling over how to discuss this misunderstanding in depth with Lanci, the door of the student union room was opened and the student council president walked in.

Monast's pear-wood-colored hair is soft and unrestrained, and his friendly aura is slightly majestic.

And behind him followed Frey.

Apparently they had just returned from the Knights' Court.

Monast would only take Frey with him when he went to the Knights' Court to deal with troublesome matters.

Chapter 220 Lanqi's Excessive Sense of Responsibility

As soon as Monast walked in, he looked at the sofa in the lounge area.

"Great, you're both in the student council room."

Seeing Lanci and Hyperion, Monast smiled calmly.

"Is there anything we can help you with?"

Lanqi closed the book in his hand, put it on the table, looked at the president seriously and asked.

There is only one month left in this semester. Although Lanqi's main focus recently is on planning for the winter vacation to the Northern Continent, he is also very concerned about the work in the college.

"I just went to the Knights' Court to coordinate some things."

Monast sat down opposite them with his usual elegance, while Frey followed the president and sat next to him.

The dark wooden coffee table stands quietly on the carpet, with quite soft edges and corners.

Asna quickly brought them two cups of coffee. The hot coffee in the cups exuded a rich coffee aroma that filled the warm room and dispelled the cold that came in with it.

"Do you remember the 'Fighter's Soul' team from the Knight Academy?"

After thanking him, Monast took a sip of coffee with a slightly tired look, put down the porcelain cup, and asked Lanci and Hyperion.

"Yeah, of course."

They both nodded.

When the two of them first came to the Student Union, the first commission they received was to help negotiate with the Fighter's Soul Club to demolish a dangerous building that posed a safety hazard to the school.

It was also during that job that the three of them were chased across several blocks by several angry fighters, and the experience of sharing life and death made the three of them become familiar with each other.

"Here's the thing-"

Monast sighed and began to explain the whole story to the two.

"First of all, since the last demolition incident, the leader of the Fighter Soul, Tservini, has had a change of heart and transferred to the Alchemy Institute to study law. Tservini is currently focusing on studying and has completely given up on the Fighter Soul. She has never been to either the Shadow World or the Arena again."

"..."

When Hyperion heard this, she couldn't help but look at Lanqi.

The culprit is right beside her.

"It's reasonable, right? I think it is. But the fighters of the Alolan Royal Academy don't think so. They think it's ridiculous. They think our school's fighters are afraid of fighting and made up a reason to insult their intelligence."

Monast continued to narrate.

The purpose of the fighters from the Royal Academy of Alolan was to have a fistfight with the fighters from the Ikerit Academy, betting on the spirit of fighting. However, without the strongest Tservini, their trip seemed to have lost its meaning.

So this group of Alolan fighters came up with the idea of ​​​​torturing the remaining members of the "Fighter's Soul" team in the agreed competition.

If the younger brothers were abused too harshly, Tserwini would definitely lose control of her anger and fight back.

But her younger brothers all know that the big sister is extremely hardworking, studying day and night without sleep and forgetting to eat, and is currently preparing to take the judicial examination.

They also fought hard, wanting to end the competition with their own strength, not wanting to make the big sister worry and affect her exams.

In the end, the battle turned out to be just like what Hyperion had seen on the magic screen before. It was stopped halfway because it was too cruel.

"Mr. Sphintos, the dean of the Knight Academy, directly awarded the victory to the Royal Academy of Alolan, but the fighters of the Royal Academy of Alolan firmly disagreed. They insisted on carrying out the duel to the end. It is obviously against the spirit of dueling to stop it in the middle of the duel by external forces."

"I personally think that Dean Sphintos's decision is very appropriate, but considering that my job is to entertain the visiting academic team from the Alolan Royal Academy, I still hope to take the feelings of those students from the Alolan Kingdom into consideration as much as possible. So I went to negotiate with the fighters of the Alolan Royal Academy and agreed on a condition."

Monast finally breathed a sigh of relief at this point and told the whole story of what he and Frey had just done in the Knights' Court.

"What are the specific conditions?"

Hyperion asked curiously.

She was sure that President Monast had excellent communication and negotiation skills, and he should be able to negotiate an agreement that would convince them even with unreasonable fighters.

"The competition will continue the day after tomorrow. If the other side wins, I will communicate with the Alchemy Institute and ask Tservini to come out and accept their fighting challenge. But if we win, the other side must not disturb Tservini's legal examination."

Monaster responded.