In the morning, the other schools were sparring with the Imperial College. In the afternoon, it would be between the Pearl Institute and the Imperial College.
The sparring this time was naturally the highlight. If it wasn't for the fact that the arena wasn't completely open, it would definitely be filled with people.
Mofan had not slept the entire night because he was fiddling with the Little Loach Pendant. The others had followed Gu Han to watch the other schools' sparring. Mofan didn't go, and went back to his bed to catch up on some sleep. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the energy to spar with the Imperial College's geniuses in the afternoon.
… …
Mofan caught up on his sleep, while the others all went to the arena.
In the schedule of the competition, the other six schools would fight each other. There were schools from the South, North, West, and East. They were all famous schools in the country.
However, the students from the Imperial College didn't really care. The ones they wanted to take care of the most were still the people from the Pearl Institute.
Early in the morning, the intention of tit for tat had already been stolen from the fake greetings. Xu Dalong and Luo Song, who were more direct, were even fighting each other.
"Luo Song, you're also a smart person. You don't want to be the phoenix's tail, so you want to be the chicken's head … Come to think of it, with someone like you, your strength is only mediocre in the Imperial College. It's not your turn to fight," Xu Dalong didn't care about what he said at all.
Mr. Gu Han was on the side, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Bananas, you're the phoenix, and we're the chicken?
"Xu Dalong, don't be rude. Everyone, I'm sorry, Xu Dalong is a straightforward person. Everyone, please forgive him, "Mr. Lu Yiming hastily came out to smooth things over.
"Straightforward? Does this Mr. Lu Yiming also think so?" Gu Han coldly snorted.
Mr. Gu Han was cold and had a violent temper. As a student from the Pearl Institute, as a teacher of the Pearl Institute, there was no reason for him to lower his status just because the other side was from the Imperial College!
"This …" Lu Yiming awkwardly smiled, and hastily changed the topic, "When I received you yesterday, there should be nine students. Why are there only eight today?"
The old professor, Qiu Yuhua, was kinder. He interrupted Gu Han and said, "This student didn't sleep well last night and is trying to get some sleep."
"Hahaha, actually, you don't have to feel so pressured. It's just a casual spar, a casual spar. Why did you lose sleep?" Teacher Lu Yiming laughed.
"…" Qiu Yuhua's face darkened.
Why didn't he feel that there was anything wrong with this Lu Yiming laoshi when he received him yesterday? Today, after interacting with him, he felt that there was not a single word that came out of this fellow's mouth!
"It doesn't matter if that guy comes or not. The few of us are enough to deal with you." Shen Mingxiao immediately stood up. His eyes were as sharp as swords as he stared at the group of people from the Imperial College.
"Is that so? Who doesn't know how to pretend?" Liao Mingxuan sneered.
"Who the f * ck are you talking about?" Shen Mingxiao was furious.
"Alright, what's the point of arguing? We'll see who's stronger this afternoon!" Teacher Gu Han said coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's see who's stronger." Lu Yiming maintained a hypocritical smile on his face and didn't seem to care about the bad relationship between the two academies.
"Where's Mo Fan? Where the f * ck did that guy go? "
"He woke up, but he said that he went to see an old lover. He'll come by himself in the afternoon." Zhao Manyan said.
… …
Mo Fan slept until noon. Everyone had left and he was the only one left. He casually took care of lunch by himself.
The Imperial College was very big. What was different from Ming Zhu was that the trees here were as tall as the sky. Shady paths could be seen everywhere. The style of the buildings leaned towards the ancient style. It was the complete opposite of Shanghai's style of keeping up with the times.
Indeed, there were many talented people in the Imperial College. Even the small gutter was filled with a scholarly atmosphere. It was no wonder that the students of this college considered themselves to be the pride of the heavens. In this kind of place where experts were as common as clouds and outstanding people cultivated, if one was modest, it would be easy for others to say that one was pretentious. It was better to be a little more confident and proud, showing off one's bearing!
He didn't know if it was because of Qiu Yuhua's civilized teachings or because of his own mood, but Mo Fan wandered around the college in a rather relaxed mood. He sighed in his heart … Alright, he was lost.
With the help of a few senior sisters, Mo Fan finally found the fighting arena.
The fighting arena was very big. There was no need to talk about its style. There were huge white pillars outside the door that made people think of the Colosseum of Ancient Rome.
The style of the fighting arena was completely different. Furthermore, it was similar to the Colosseum of Rome. It was shaped like a ring, and there were some specially designed beehives that made it look even more beautiful.
After entering the fighting arena, Mo Fan realized that he had arrived at the right time. It was about time for the Ming Zhu Institute to fight against the Imperial College.
For some reason, as soon as he stepped into the group, Mo Fan smelled the smell of gunpowder. He felt that conflicts could only be solved through PK.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Mo Fan asked Zhao Manyan.
"What else could it be? They just started fighting. That guy Luo Song used to be in the Imperial College's circle. He's an old enemy of Xu Dalong. The fire of their quarrel immediately spread to the group, "Zhao Manyan said.
"That's good. I like this kind of open quarrel. Being polite and giving way to each other. It's hard for others to go too hard on them," Mo Fan said with a black belly.
"Me too," Zhao Manyan nodded his head.
Everyone knew about the conflict between the Ming Zhu Institute and the Imperial College.
Everyone knew that the people who came to watch the fight were all looking forward to it. There was no need for the two parties to continue acting. They could just fight to their heart's content and see if the Ming Zhu Institute really had the strength to take first place, or if the Imperial College lived up to everyone's expectations and beat the Ming Zhu Institute!
"How are we going to fight?" Mo Fan used his arm to rub against the arm of Mu Nujiao, who was wearing a soft yellow sweater, as he raised his eyebrows and asked.
If it was someone else, Mu Nujiao would have directly sent him to the sky with a Wind Disc: Tornado. She was as pure as ice and as pure as jade, and she did not like men touching her casually.
However, since they lived in the same room, Mu Nujiao was already immune to being touched. She pretended not to see such small actions.
"We'll send out four, and they'll send out four. It's a team competition," Mu Nujiao maintained a distance from Mo Fan without batting an eyelid.
"I like that," Mo Fan rubbed his hands. He was itching to give it a try!
Currently, no one had mastered a lot of magic. If they fought one on one, it would basically be a one-on-one fight. Basically, whoever had the most strength would win. It was a bit monotonous.
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