The reincarnated swordsman only wants to be a fun person

The main theme of the freshman dance is not dancing,

Instead, it allows new students to become more familiar with the subject and also allows students from the second and third year of the junior class to come and share their learning experiences.

In this atmosphere, time came to 7 o'clock in the evening, the music that had been playing for three hours stopped, and the conversations in the main hall gradually subsided.

As for the dance process, the freshman representative will give a speech at 7:00 p.m.

So, after quieting down, the new and old students in the main hall all looked towards the 'Twelfth Saint' Al in the field.

Al seemed a little unaccustomed to this kind of gaze. He took a deep breath with a stiff expression, suppressed his inner tension and discomfort, and then walked to the podium.

He picked up the microphone, a look of forced pride appearing on his face. "I'm the twelfth saint, Al. It's only natural that I'm the freshman representative. No one should object, right?"

Uncultured speech.

The students in the audience had different expressions.

Seeing that no one objected, Al raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Some people say that I am not the strongest among the new students, and I agree with this statement.

Because I am the strongest in the beginner class,

My goal is to qualify for the intermediate class within six months, enter the intermediate class next year, and advance to the advanced class the year after. Then, I will head to the border and eliminate the followers of the evil god."

Having said this, he once again looked around the audience.

It seemed that since he didn't see anyone trying to sabotage him, he assumed that everyone was convinced, so the arrogance on his face became more and more natural: "As a future hero, I deserve to enjoy special privileges.

While I'm at school, I need someone to take care of me. I'm recruiting 12 maids. They must be of noble birth, good looks, and never been in a relationship. Those who want to sign up can go to the 24th floor of the eighth dormitory building."

After saying this, he put down the microphone and prepared to end his speech. However, just as he turned to leave, a mechanical voice sounded in his head:

——"Trigger a special scene mission. Mission content: Sing a song for the freshmen as a representative.

Mission Reward: Two-magatama Sharingan → Three-magatama Sharingan.

Al's expression froze. He protested in his mind, "Why should I, a saint, sing for a bunch of mortals? And I can't even sing."

A mechanical voice said, "The mission can be abandoned without penalty. If you accept the mission, the system can assist the host in singing, but the song will be random and cannot be interrupted once started."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Al's eyes.

As a commoner, he knew very well that the reason these people looked up to him was because he possessed the noble status of the 'Twelfth Saint'.

Without this title, no matter how well he performed, these people would not look up to him.

So, he didn't want to lose face.

He wanted to trample these high-ranking nobles under his feet and make the noble daughters whom he had not even dared to look at in the past his playthings.

And now, if he were to sing in public on this occasion, even if these people didn't say anything, they would definitely mock him in their hearts for being vulgar and ridiculous.

However, as the one who could "learn instantly after just one look", he knew too well how powerful this demonic eye was, and he had always longed to evolve it again.

Now that he has finally waited for it, he doesn’t know when he will have to wait for the next time if he gives up now.

The system seemed to sense his thoughts and issued another reminder: "The quest rewarding the Magic Eye Evolution can only be triggered once every six months. Giving up will be considered a trigger, and the next quest will be six months later."

Half a year.

Al gritted his teeth and responded in his mind, "Accept. The system will help me sing."

System: "Confirming the command, the system will now take over the host's body."

Al shuddered all over, and he picked up the microphone again. His originally cold and arrogant face turned playful.

The next moment, a cheerful voice came out of his throat: "Super Idol's smile is not as sweet as yours~

The sunlight at noon in August is not as bright as you.

Love you who love 105°C~drop by drop of pure distilled water~"

……

Offstage, everyone looked at Al on the stage with shock, confusion, and bewilderment.

At this moment, no one could understand what the Twelfth Saint was thinking and why he suddenly started singing.

……

……

at the same time.

On the fourth campus, on the top floor of a magic tower, golden light gathered and turned into a ball of light.

The soft light shone on a pitch-black creature.

Its horns are like a deer, its head is like an ox, its eyes are like shrimp, its belly is like a snake, and its scales are like fish.

This is a Chinese dragon.

At this moment, it was just lying there lazily, emitting a pressure that distorted the air.

——The Third Sage: "System"

Light Ball: "Didn't we agree not to cause any unnecessary trouble?"

The black dragon raised its eyes and glanced at the ball of light. It spoke in human voice, "He is so arrogant that he must have offended the Twelfth Saint."

Guangtuan: "So you're worried that Tian Yi will vent his anger on you?"

Black Dragon: "No, I just want to embarrass that guy before the Twelfth Sage beats him up. That way, when he gets beaten up, the Twelfth Sage won't be so conspicuous."

Guangtuan: "I don't really understand your train of thought. I just want to know why it's 'Love at 105°C'?"

Heilong: "I watched a related video before going to bed, and it's still looping in my mind, so I subconsciously chose this song."

Chapter 43 Challenge

The banquet was still filled with singing that was cheerful, but a little out of tune, and the style was incompatible with the singer.

Offstage,

Zhu Miao couldn't help but shudder. She resisted the urge to dig a Potala Palace out of the ground with her toes and grumbled in a low voice, "I've never heard that this guy is crazy."

Lawrence also came back to his senses. He asked Xiang Tianyi, "Is this your Chinese song? It sounds a bit brainwashing. Is he using spiritual magic?"

Tian Yi observed carefully for a while, then shook his head: "There's no mental influence. He's just singing, and he's very reluctant."

Unwilling?

So he's involuntary now?

Zhu Miao seemed to have noticed something. She observed Ai'er's hexagram eye patch and bandaged hand. "Maybe it's a system mission, and this mission may have a very generous reward."

She knew this false Twelfth Sage very well.

Lawrence wasn't surprised; he was simply curious. "The system should be his miracle, right? Generally speaking, for a saint to perform a miracle, does this require... a compromise?"

He always felt that as the ceiling group of practitioners, saints should be free and unrestrained.

But now the young man on the stage seemed to be controlled by a force and did not have the temperament of a strong man at all.

Zhu Miao glanced at Tian Yi imperceptibly and said with a smile, "The saints I know don't need this. Perhaps this twelfth saint is special?"

The saints are fake, but the miracles seem real.

As the performance drew to a close, Tian Yi seemed to sense something. He stared intently at the blond boy on the stage: "His eyes seem to have changed, and his aura has become much stronger."

Lawrence and the others looked at him in surprise.

"How did you sense it?"

Ryan asked.

Tian Yi said, "I have an ability similar to mental scanning, and I am more sensitive to changes in aura."

As if to confirm what he said,

After the song on the stage was finished, the playfulness on Al's face returned to its original indifference. He reached out to take off his eye mask, and the two black magatama imprinted on his scarlet eyes turned and turned into three, and a powerful magical aura was released from him.

His magical power increased significantly.

offstage.

Tian Yi and Tian Xiaoxiao both looked at the pair of three-magatama scarlet eyes in surprise.

"...Is this a Chuunibyou miracle?"

Tian Yi asked Xiang Zhumiao, "Why do I feel like that thing is real?"

Zhu Miao nodded: "It's the Sharingan. I didn't expect that he already has three magatama. I don't know if he can reach the intermediate level of the technique after entering the Mangekyō."

It really is the Sharingan.

Tian Yi's eyes fell on Al's bandaged right hand. "Could there be a black dragon tattoo on his hand?"

"Yes."

Zhu Miao once again gave an affirmative answer: "His right hand sealed the Flame Killing Black Dragon Wave."

Tian Yi: “…”

He almost knew what kind of saint the Third Saint, "System", was.

Tian Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask, "Besides the Sharingan and the Flame Killing Black Dragon Wave, are there any other similar abilities?"

Zhu Miao replied: "These are the only two abilities I have, and there are some other props that I can't explain here."

Although the Twelfth Saint on the stage is fake,

But his presence can mask the real thing.

Therefore, whether for the purpose of continuing to protect the genuine article or to acknowledge his contributions, the saint group and the reformists did not want him to die.

Tian Yi smiled and asked, "Should we applaud? He seems even more embarrassed now than before."

Everyone looked towards the stage and saw that Al, who had been full of energy during his speech just now, was now emitting a low pressure.

Zhu Miao hesitated for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter. This guy is one of those kids who possesses the power of an adult.

After 14 years of mediocrity, he suddenly became the protagonist of a story. He's a little inflated now, and it's good to be able to endure some setbacks."

With this attitude, aren't the reformists ready to get rid of them?

Realizing this, Tian Yi was the first to applaud.

The loud applause seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere, but the people around did not seek support, but instead joined in the applause.

On the stage.

Al walked off the stage expressionlessly. He walked through the crowd and came in front of Tian Yi.

At this time, the applause stopped and everyone turned their attention to the two of them.

A twelfth saint,

A freshman ranked first with the ability to crush the top ten in the intermediate class.

In the world of practitioners, two people standing at the highest point in the same circle often have to compete with each other to determine who is superior.

When everyone was thinking this,

Tian Yi raised his hands and said first: "If you are here to challenge me, then I admit defeat now.

I don't think I'm a match for the Saint. Even if I could beat him now, I'd be surpassed by you in no time."

...Will you also bow your head and admit defeat?

Lawrence and Ryan looked at him with complicated expressions.

Before this moment, they all thought that Tian Yi would just rush over and suppress this saint who had not yet grown up with ease.

But I didn't expect that this guy who always wanted to create chaos in the world would actually bow his head.

There was no change in the expression on Al's face, as if it was natural for Tian Yi to admit defeat.

He stared at Tian Yi for a moment and said, "I'll give you a chance to stand by my side."

Are you trying to recruit a younger brother?

Tian Yi immediately refused: "No, Saint, you haven't grown up yet. It's too dangerous to stay by your side. I don't have the confidence to grow with you."

Al's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became unfriendly: "I'm not inviting you, I'm ordering you."

Tian Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Saint, stop while you're ahead. You should have heard of my achievements."