A duelist never gives up!

"I Normal Summon Golem Dessert: Gelato Postman, and then... the turn ends."

"..."

Extra 1: Dream

On a winter day, in a certain academy outside the third ring road of the capital, a young teacher with slicked-back hair and square-framed glasses wrote two large characters on the blackboard with his own chalk:

【dream】

"The theme of today's class is dreams. Does anyone know what the word 'dream' means?" the young man asked the students in the audience.

"Teacher! I know!"

A little girl with red pigtails quickly stretched out her arms, and then, without waiting for the young man's consent, she hurriedly stood up and replied, "A dream is something you think about in your dreams!"

The young man twitched his lips, gently pressed down with his palm, motioning the little girl to sit down, and said, "Hongli's explanation is very good, but not complete. Does anyone else want to add anything?"

As the young man finished speaking, a small hand emerged from underneath. Without hesitation, the young man pointed her up and said, "Xiao Ai, do you have anything to add?"

Unlike Hongli, Xiaoai was a very shy girl. She timidly stood up from her seat and said to the young man, "Teacher, I believe that dreams are a kind of beautiful expectation for the future, a goal we pursue in life, and a scene and wish we want to achieve."

The young man nodded in satisfaction and smiled at Xiao Ai, saying, "Very well said. Please sit down."

"Isn't this exactly the same as what I said!" Hongli, who had just sat down, pouted and complained dissatisfiedly.

"Ahem, please don't make loud noises during class." The young man coughed dryly twice, then whispered to the other students, "Dreams are things you can't achieve now, but want to achieve, so you place your hopes on the future. They focus on 'future,' 'beautiful,' 'impossible now,' and 'desire to achieve.'"

The young man asked the other students, "Do you have a dream that you can't achieve now but want to realize in the future?"

A chubby classmate raised his hand and said, "Teacher, is it a dream if I want to eat all-you-can-eat chocolate every day?"

"Calculate."

The young man answered without hesitation that although this dream was a little unhealthy for the body, it was still a dream.

"Teacher, I want to make a lot of money in the future. Is this also a dream?" Another classmate couldn't help but stretched out his hand to ask.

The young man thought about it, nodded and said, "Okay, but what is your purpose in making money? Perhaps that purpose is your true dream."

"teacher……"

"..."

Just like that, after a long communication, the young man found that among the 32 students in the class, 20 students had their own clear dreams. Although these dreams were varied and messy, they were still dreams. There were about 7 students whose understanding of their dreams was not clear enough and was in a vague state. The remaining 4 students were temporarily in a state of having no dreams and didn’t know why they should have dreams. However, the young man still gave them affirmation and encouraged them to find their own dreams.

And there is another classmate...

"My dream is to become the Duel King!"

Hongli supported herself on the table with both hands and spoke arrogantly about a dream that was impossible to achieve.

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy classroom was like a burning torch being sprayed with a basin of cold water, and the fire was instantly extinguished. Even the weightless air became heavy.

Because she talked about a topic that should not be touched upon.

Although the children did not understand the contradictions and entanglements involved, they could understand from observing the adults' words and expressions that the three words "Duel King" were something that absolutely must not be mentioned.

The young man standing on the podium was slightly stunned, then walked down from the stage with a complicated expression. He came in front of Hongli and looked at the little girl. "Why do you want to be the Duel King?"

"Because I think it's cool and awesome, is that not okay?" Hongli widened her eyes and challenged the young man.

"Is that so..." The young man said with a slight smile, "You can be the Duel King, but there are many who want to be the Duel King. What makes you think you can become one?"

Hong Li puffed out her flat chest and said in her childish voice, looking at Yuan Qi with dissatisfaction, "Someone has to become the Duel King. I want to ask you why that person can't be me?"

The young man smiled. He patted Hongli's shoulder and said with a nostalgic look, "It's a good dream. Come on."

"I can do it without you telling me." Hongli thought she had won the battle and sat down triumphantly.

The young man, standing back on the podium, glanced at the watch on his wrist and continued, "That's all for this class. Today's homework is for everyone to write a 500-word essay about their dreams when they get home. If you don't have a dream, ask your parents, relatives, or friends and write about theirs. get out of class dismissed!"

"Dingling bell~"

"call."

After finishing a day's classes, the young man walked on the avenue of the campus holding his textbooks and teacup, and sighed slightly.

Finally got off work.

It's half past three now, and there's still some time before I go home. What should I do next... Oh, I'll go back to the office and put the textbooks away.

Thinking this, the young man came to the office. However, when he opened the door of the office, he saw a familiar figure.

"Hello, I'm the new art teacher, Qingshi. Holy shit! Woohoo!!"

Yuan Qi quickly covered the man's mouth and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down!"

Qingshi looked at the teachers around him who turned their eyes to him because of his voice, and nodded quickly.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's go to the second floor of the cafeteria."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Qingshi nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice.

The two hurried to the second floor of the cafeteria, which was a cafeteria specially opened for teachers, but it only provided breakfast and lunch. Therefore, there was no one in the cafeteria at present, making it a very suitable place for conversation.

But even so, the two chose a secluded corner to avoid being seen by others.

"Why are you a teacher here?"

"How did you discover my disguise?"

As soon as they sat down, they spoke in unison.

Yuan Qi coughed dryly and said, "Let me start by saying, in short, after I couldn't become a duelist anymore, I asked my friend in the capital to find me a job. It just so happened that I was interested in teaching, so my friend recommended me to this school."

After saying that, Yuan Qi looked at this old classmate whom he hadn't seen for a few years and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "How did you discover my disguise?"

Qingshi rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "Why do you think that I can't recognize you just because you wear glasses and have a slicked-back hair?!"

Extra 2: Invitation.

Yuan Qi was silent.

If someone else said this, he might think it was an exaggeration, but Qingshi was a classmate he hadn't seen for two or three years. He could recognize him at a glance after such a long time. Either his disguise was too poor, or...

"Let me ask you first, your sexual orientation is normal, right?" Yuan Qi looked at Qingshi warily.

"Mina and I plan to get married next spring." Qingshi rolled his eyes.

In this case, there is only one answer.

"Is my disguise bad? But from the time I joined until now, my colleagues' reactions have been normal. No one thinks there is anything wrong with me." Yuan Qi touched his chin with a puzzled look on his face.

"Maybe everyone thinks that if you are really the legendary Yuan Qi, you will definitely not do such an obviously useless disguise." Qingshi expressed his speculation.

"So that's how it is?" Yuan Qi suddenly realized. No wonder his colleagues were shocked when they first met, but they quickly returned to normal and entertained him warmly. It turned out that they thought it was impossible for him to do such a useless disguise.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Qingshi pursed his lips, then took two deep breaths. After adjusting his breathing to a steady state, he raised his head and looked directly at Yuan Qidao, "I have a question, no, I have many questions I want to ask you."

Seeing this, Yuan Qi's expression turned serious. He nodded heavily and said to Qingshi, "Ask."

"Then, first question." Qingshi clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Did you really do this thing that prevented all duelists in the world from dueling?"

"Yes."

Without any hesitation, Yuan Qi gave a clear answer.

"Why?" Qingshi frowned, staring at Yuan Qi with his green eyes, looking both painful and ferocious.

"I think the world will be a better place if we do this." Yuan Qi looked at Qingshi calmly.

"What a joke!"

Qingshi suddenly stood up from his chair. He grabbed Yuan Qi's collar with his hands, veins bulging out, and roared at him like a wild beast: "Who told you to do such a stupid thing? Do you think this world belongs to you alone? You can change it however you want? You can make it round or flat as you like? Have you asked others? Have you asked me? Ask everyone in this world, have they ever thought about changing? What gives you the right to... to..."

Qingshi's breathing seemed to quicken as he spoke, his voice choking. "I... I've been holding a Duel Disc since I was four, and I held it until I was sixteen. During these fourteen years, I spent most of my time working hard to improve my dueling skills, memorizing card effects, reciting combos, building decks, practicing duels... I've sacrificed so much to become a powerful duelist and bring honor to my family, but you, but you!"

As Qingshi spoke, he couldn't help but wave his fist, but before his fist fell, Yuan Qi's voice rang out.

"Three years... no, four years." Yuan Qi looked up at the white ceiling, his face seeming a little nostalgic.

"What?" Qingshi stopped what he was doing, as if he wanted to know what Yuan Qi was talking about.

"I said, before I joined the Duelist Academy, I only had three years of dueling experience. If you count the year after that, I only have four years of dueling experience." Yuan Qi looked at Qingshi calmly and said, "With only four years of dueling experience, I became the Duel King and changed the world... Don't you think it's incredible?"

"That... that's because you are a genius. Yes, you have super dueling talent, so you can defeat everyone and become the Duel King." Qingshi said with a somewhat evasive look.

"Pfft, genius or something... No, I feel like laughing." Yuan Qi chuckled twice, then took out a deck from his pocket and said, "Even though we can't duel, you should still have your deck, right?"

Qingshi nodded silently: "I'll take it with me."

"Take it out, let's duel." Yuan Qi said lightly.

"duel?!"

Qingshi's eyes trembled, but he quickly shook his head and said, "What are you talking about? Even if I insert the deck into the duel disk, I can't start the duel."

"Dong dong!"

Yuan Qi knocked on the dining table between the two of them and chuckled, "Let's duel at this table. Just agree to Ge's words."

Qingshi hesitated for a moment, loosened his grip on Yuan Qi's collar, sat back in his chair, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's duel!"

Two hours later.

Qingshi sat in the chair like a stone sculpture, motionless, while Yuan Qi skillfully put away the deck and began to shuffle the cards. As he did so, he said, "How do you feel?"

"..."

"In these two hours, we dueled a total of seven times. I won four and you won three. If I were truly the legendary dueling genius, I should have won every one of them."

"But I lost three games, so my winning rate is probably... at least not 90%." Yuan Qi tapped his head. He had been taking too many Chinese classes, and it seemed that he had fallen behind in math calculations.

"What do you want to say?" Qingshi said with a dry throat.

"I want to say that I didn't become the Duel King by relying on any dueling skills. It was simply... an extremely powerful deck, coupled with good luck, that's all." Yuan Qi crossed his arms and said calmly, "You've already understood it, right? My 14 years of hard work have actually... been mostly meaningless, right?"

"No!" Qingshi retorted hastily, "Duel practice... Duel practice is to increase your Duel Power. Increasing your Duel Power allows you to use more powerful monsters. Just like you said, you became the Duel King because you have an extremely powerful deck. If your Duel Power is too weak, you won't be able to use a powerful deck, right? The talent I'm talking about is also your powerful Duel Power!"

"I see. Practice increases your dueling power, and increased dueling power allows you to use powerful cards. Using powerful cards makes you stronger. Put in effort → gain → keep putting in effort → keep gaining... It feels like a game, doesn't it? So, let me ask you something." Yuan Qi picked up his teacup, moistened his throat, and continued:

"Where do powerful cards come from?"

Qingshi was slightly startled, then continued: "Duelists can print their own cards..."

"Why not mention the alliance and the major families that monopolize the [Card Printing Machine] and powerful cards?"

"..."

"Let me ask you again, is everyone really suited to being a duelist?" Yuan Qi looked at Qing Shi calmly and said, "Actually... your talent isn't that great either, is it?"

"..."

"Why do you want to be a duelist?"

"..."

"Duelists have good benefits and high social status. They can enjoy top-tier resources and even work in the government... That's right, duelists are superior! Why? Because the world needs duelists. The world's development and operation require the power of dueling..." Yuan Qi suddenly paused here. He looked at the setting sun filtering in through the window and was silent for a moment. "If I were to seriously explain to you why I did what I did, I might spend three days and three nights explaining it. Besides, it's getting late, and I need to go home for dinner. So, at the very end, I have a few more questions for you."

"Do you really want to be a duelist? Do you really enjoy dueling? Perhaps there are things you'd rather do besides dueling? Think carefully, Qingshi, think carefully about what you really want to do and what your dream is."

Yuan Qi said this and slowly stood up from his chair. He was ready to go home.

"that……"

Just as Yuan Qi was about to leave the second floor of the cafeteria, Qing Shi suddenly called out to Yuan Qi: "Actually... I'm not that interested in dueling. I prefer painting."

"Yeah." Yuan Qi smiled, "It's a good hobby."

"Also, I'm sorry about what happened just now." Qingshi said with some shame.

"It's okay, I understand." Yuan Qi smiled. He had expected this kind of thing a long time ago, and in a sense, it was what he deserved.

"By the way, Mina and I are getting married in March this year. Can you and your wife come with us?" Qingshi said, taking out two invitations from his pocket.

Yuan Qi's smile froze on his face.

"Aren't you married yet?" Qingshi asked doubtfully, "That shouldn't be the case. I heard Xuefeng has always been by your side, right?"

"No, I'm getting married." Yuan Qi looked at the invitation in Qingshi's hand and said awkwardly, "But... two invitations seem a bit difficult to handle."

"……what?"