A duelist never gives up!

……

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

Inside the teaching office, the Dean of Studies pushed up his black-framed glasses and said, "If you beat the regular team, you will take their place in the National College Competition."

"So if we win 4-1 or 3-2, can the two losers still get a place in the starting lineup?"

"Yes." The dean nodded.

"If I represent the college to participate in the National College Competition, will the college give me any compensation?" Yuan Qi continued to ask.

"……Um?"

The dean didn't seem to hear clearly. After a long pause, he continued to ask, "What did you just say?"

"I'm asking if there will be any compensation if we represent the college to participate in the National College of Higher Education Competition?" Yuan Qi repeated mechanically.

The dean of studies was so upset that he felt like he had something stuck in his throat when he wanted to say something.

This was the first time he met such a student.

Don’t you feel honored to represent the college in the competition?

The college has sent you to the biggest duel stage for students across the country so that you can show yourself. Shouldn't you be grateful?

Why are you still thinking about getting paid?

"We are participating in the competition to win honor for the academy, right?" Yuan Qi asked.

"I guess so." The dean thought for a moment and nodded.

"Since we've worked so hard for the academy, shouldn't the academy also reward us accordingly?"

"It cannot be denied..." the dean said ambiguously.

"So what's the reward?" Yuan Qi continued.

"Will it count if your heroic duel is broadcast on screens all over the country?" The dean of studies came up with this after racking his brains.

"Are you serious?" Yuan Qi was shocked.

"..."

The dean stopped talking.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

When I represented the college to participate in the National College Competition, the college didn't seem to pay me anything, not even reimbursing my food expenses. After I won the championship, I took a photo and put it in the Hall of Honor, and then it disappeared.

"If you achieve good results, will you be awarded a certificate of honor?"

"Is there anything more substantial?" Yuan Qi rubbed his fingers.

"How about some more credits?"

"Any more?"

"At most, I'll help you apply for a scholarship. If you win the championship, I'll personally award you a prize," the Dean said indifferently. "There's no more. Besides, you're not even a regular on the team right now. What terms are you negotiating with me?"

"Let's first ask about the salary," Yuan Qi explained. "To be honest, I'm still short of one teammate, and I'm planning to recruit him on the condition of a regular draft pick."

"I see." The Dean nodded thoughtfully, "In that case, you don't have to worry too much."

"No student can resist this temptation," the Dean of Studies said calmly. "The National College Competition is a grand event that will be watched by the entire nation. Even the King will be in attendance to watch. What young person wouldn't want to stand on that stage and showcase themselves?"

"What's more, the rewards prepared by the royal family this time are quite generous."

"What do you mean?" Yuan Qi asked curiously.

"Each player from the top eight teams will receive two million gold coins.

Each player in the top four teams can obtain an "Effect Veiler"

Each selected player of the third-place team will receive an application letter from the Professional Duelist Alliance.

Each member of the runner-up team can enter the secondary treasury and choose any card.

Each starting player on the championship team can enter the first-level treasury and choose any card.

The rewards for the quarterfinals and semifinals can be combined."

"Now, do you understand why the academy won't pay any compensation to the regular team members?" the dean said calmly.

"Letting you step onto that stage is the best reward."

Chapter 84: Let me see what new things you have done!

Unlike other higher education academies, there are actually not many students at the Duelist Academy.

The reason for this is that as the oldest academy in the Duel Continent, the Duelist Academy has its own pride and principles, which is to resolutely not lower the difficulty of the entrance examination. Fewer students can only mean that the overall quality of the young people of this class is too low and they cannot pass the entrance examination.

It is definitely not due to the remote location, backward facilities, or the fact that the results at the higher education college conferences are getting worse year by year.

"Alas." The girl couldn't help but sigh, "Why did I come to this school in the first place?"

Not only was there closed-door study five days a week, but there wasn't even any cake in the cafeteria, and the shops were full of dueling supplies. If I wanted a snack, I had to go to the snack shop run by my juniors, and I had to buy all my daily necessities outside on Saturdays and Sundays...

Especially since I actually joined the student union and became a time-wasting announcer. On this idle afternoon, I couldn't even eat hot rice and could only eat the bread prepared in the morning.

"Senior Shirano, it's time for the broadcast." The short-haired girl at the side couldn't help but remind her when she saw the senior still eating slowly.

"Tamako, play some music first. If that's not enough, play a few more. No one cares what's on the radio anyway." Shirano Rin held a piece of bread in his mouth, a hint of melancholy flashing in his black eyes. "If it weren't for the student union's attendance check, I wouldn't have planned to come to the broadcast room today. Did you know? I've been eating red bean paste bread for almost a month. If this keeps up, I'm going to become a Red Bean Paste Alien."

"Senior, I have a few pieces of meat floss bread here." The girl named Yuzi took out a few pieces of meat floss bread the size of eggs from her pocket and said.

"Are you trying to turn me into a meat floss person?" Bai Ye Lin said with a bitter face, "Rice, I want to eat rice, or noodles, but not bread. Eating bread every day at noon really makes me vomit."

"I think bread is delicious. I never get tired of eating it every day." Yuzi said blankly.

"When you reach the second grade like me, you will understand." Bai Ye Lin swallowed the last piece of bread, then stretched out the soft pink tip of her tongue to lick the crumbs off her fingers, and then picked up a bottle of drink from the table, unscrewed the cap and gulped it down her throat.

"Cool!"

Shirano Rin said so, it was really great to take a big gulp of drink after eating!

"Senior, we have already played music for three minutes." Yu Zi said with some embarrassment.

Because according to the student union's rules, campus broadcasts require two people to coordinate with each other, so before each broadcast, a set of scripts for two people to coordinate with each other is prepared. If Shirano Rin-senpai doesn't plan to broadcast today, then not only will the previously prepared script be wasted, but he himself will also have no experience in improvisation...

"What a hassle... ahem." Shirano Rin cleared his throat, gently pressed a button, and leaned over to the microphone: "Dear teachers and students, good afternoon, everyone. I am the host, Shirano Rin."

"I'm the host, Okja."

"Today's broadcast topic is 'Youth and Dreams'..."

"..."

"It's such a boring topic again." Qingshi picked up a piece of golden fried chicken and put it into his mouth.

"The broadcast theme hasn't changed much this year," a boy beside him sighed. "It's always about struggle, hard work, and hard work. It's meaningless."

"Everyone can shout slogans. It's not like I haven't tried my best, but I still end up being mediocre," another boy complained.

"Are you going to duel with classmate Yuan Qi this afternoon?" Qingshi asked coldly.

"Will Yuan Qi still agree to duel with us now?" another man asked doubtfully. "He's already dueled with quite a few students since he transferred here. He's already done his best."

"I challenged him to a duel again during practice yesterday afternoon, and he didn't seem to mind us bothering him," Qingshi said.

"Forget it." Another boy said quietly, "It's too unreasonable to keep disturbing others."

"If you have that talent, you would have been able to sense the super network long ago. If you can't sense it, it means you don't have that talent. In that case, it's better not to waste your time."

"That's right. There was one time when Hara Nana could have won without using a Gyro Monster, but he even performed a Gyro Summon just for me. I feel ashamed just thinking about it." Another person echoed.

"Actually, I seem to have sensed a little bit of the existence of the super network recently..." Qingshi said suspiciously, stroking his chin.

"Is it the size of a fingernail?" the boy next to him winked.

"No, it's about the size of a hair." Qingshi said, covering his face.

"puff."

"Next, it's the campus letter session."

As the gentle voice sounded, the decibel level at the dinner table dropped visibly.

"Here it comes, a little fun every day."

"What new things have you done?"

"I confessed my feelings to our class's duel practice instructor in the letter."

"Huh? Such a big deal?"

"Using your name."

"Grass!"

As mentioned earlier, there are few entertainment options within the Duelist Academy, so the campus letter segment broadcast on the noon broadcast every day is one of their few sources of happiness.

People would write prank letters and put them in the mailbox at the radio station, hoping that their letters would be read out to the whole school.

What? You said the host would select some normal letters?

It's so funny, there are no normal letters at all.

"Isn't there a normal one?" Shirono Rin scratched his hair, picking and choosing among a pile of black-and-white letters. Finally, he gave up and picked up a random one, handed it to Tamako, and said, "First-year student, it's time to train you. Read it."

"Eh?! Senior, you are bullying me in the workplace!" Yu Zi said, hugging her chest.

"Read quickly."

"do not want!"

"Read quickly!"

"Wuwuwu...X﹏X"

"Thank you for the letter from Ohnishi Tetsuya from Grade 3 ()." Tamako first glanced at the sender, then looked at the letter and continued:

"To my beloved teacher Alice.

That day I walked into the training room and saw a young woman with long, curly golden hair and a tall figure. The moment she turned around, her face as white as jade made my heart stop.

That's you, Teacher Alice.

Today I wrote a total of twenty identical letters and threw them into the mailbox of the radio station because I suspected that my letter would be buried in the pile of other letters and would not be delivered to the host.

Here, I want to use the power of radio to express my feelings to you, that is me..."

"I..." Yu Zi seemed to be stuck when she said this. Her little face was half red like a cooked crab, and her rosy lips kept trembling.

"Read it." Bai Ye Lin said excitedly.

"Read it, everyone is listening." The students in the cafeteria muttered.

"Gkd! Gkd!"

"I didn't write this letter at all! This guy wrote it all! Don't be fooled!"

"Ugh! Ohnishi-san, calm down and stop choking me!"

"Do you want to read it or not?"

"I...I..." Yuzi closed her eyes, threw the letter aside, and shouted with all her might:

"I love you! Teacher Alice!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Great!"

Chapter 85: If you want to stand on the stage of the National College Competition like me

"It's over, I'm doomed... I'm definitely going to be criticized, and maybe even have to resign and be punished..."

Yuzi slumped in the chair with a dead face, muttering as if she had lost her soul.