Wei Rong was extremely annoyed when he saw Zheng Jiahui acting like a deserter in the middle of a battle.
If there was really a piece of trash in the Fire School, it would definitely be Zheng Jiahui.
"Let's begin," said Wei Rong impatiently.
Mofan stood in front of Zheng Jiahui. He let out a sigh when he saw Zheng Jiahui curling into a ball and said, "What are you afraid of? It's just a performance, or is there something wrong with you that makes you afraid of fighting?"
"No … no, I'm not afraid of fighting, I'm just …" said Zheng Jiahui with a stutter.
"Forget it, if you can't even cast an Intermediate Spell, just use some Basic Spells. Don't tell me you can't even connect seven Stars. Trying to defeat me with your fists? That's too fake," said Mofan to Zheng Jiahui.
"Is it really okay for us to do this? The students are going to look down on me," said Zheng Jiahui hesitantly.
Mofan burst out laughing when he heard the words. He said to Zheng Jiahui, "Open your eyes wide and look around you. Do you think anyone, including the teachers, has a good impression of you? Even the respectful girls are showing you sympathy. I don't know if there's anyone you have a crush on in the Fire School, but if your eyes are filled with mockery or sympathy, or even an expressionless face, don't you think you're in a bad situation? You've overestimated yourself. Do you really think you still have a little bit of dignity left in the Fire School? As a matter of fact, you're just a joke in the eyes of these people. "
Zheng Jiahui stared at Mofan. He initially thought Mofan was trying to help him, but his heart sank after hearing the words.
He tried to use his Star Orbit, but it didn't take long for his Star Orbit to break!
The crowd burst out laughing, which made Zheng Jiahui feel even more ashamed. When he tried to cast another spell, he failed to connect the fourth Star.
"Your cultivation isn't low, but you're so nervous that you can't even cast a single spell. I think you should quit being a Magician. Anything else is better than this," Mofan said to Zheng Jiahui.
Zheng Jiahui's expression changed when he heard this. He stared at Mofan and said angrily, "What do you know!"
"Oh, so you really want to be a Dharma?" Mofan laughed. His words had obviously touched this guy's heart.
He wanted to be a mage, but he was so weak that he couldn't even draw Star Orbits.
When they were in the training ground, this guy's Star Orbits and Star Atlas were completed very quickly, and his strength was not weak either. However, when there were people around, he was so nervous that he could not even complete the most basic Star Orbits.
Autistic and cowardly. Mofan could even see the sense of inferiority emanating from this guy turning into a ball of black cloth that covered his entire body. It was not that he did not exist, but that he was the most eye-catching laughing point in the eyes of others!
How could an Intermediate Magician be so pathetic?
However, this was only possible in the main campus of the Pearl Institute. The Intermediate Magician was only the lowest threshold.
"I have all the time in the world, take your time," Mofan did not care. He stood there and waited patiently.
Zheng Jiahui drew the Star Orbits again. He really wanted to overcome the crowd's fear and cast a complete spell …
However, the Star Orbits and Star Atlas that he was so familiar with had turned into a blank space in his mind. The laughter of the people around him, and the weird gazes of the people around him, added more burdens to the process of drawing the Star Orbits.
"Is this guy a clown invited by the monkeys? He can't even cast a Basic Spell. How could someone like him still have the guts to stay up there? If I were him, I would find a place with good Fengshui and bury myself, "cursed Zhao Ji.
"Get down, hurry up and get down, don't waste our time."
"Don't treat him like that, he's just nervous. Let's give him some more time," said a girl with a gentle tone.
Those who were more hot-tempered had already kicked up a fuss in the midst of the uproar. More people sat in their seats and looked coldly at Zheng Jiahui, secretly amused. However, in order to show their self-restraint, they would not easily show their ridicule.
"Zheng Jiahui, if you can't even cast a basic Fire Burst, you should just get off the stage," said Wei Rong coldly. Did he think that every second the student was standing on the stage would make him lose face? Points. Most importantly, he could not let Mofan's cunning plan succeed.
Zheng Jiahui might have been used to the mockery and contempt of his classmates, but when Mr. Wei Rong spoke, he became even more flustered. He subconsciously obeyed Mr. Wei's words. He bit his lips and actually turned around to walk off the stage.
Mofan saw that the situation was not good. He quickly went up and grabbed him, "What are you doing?"
"I'll just return the Nebula Magic Tool to you. I still can't do it," said Zheng Jiahui with a disappointed expression.
"You're more than just a coward. You're simply selfish. You have to understand that you're now tied to me. You've obeyed the inferiority demon in your bones. You're free, but you've harmed me. If this challenge only concerned you, you could do whatever you wanted. No one's interest would be affected. But now that you're leaving, I have to face these two hundred challengers alone! "Mofan grabbed Zheng Jiahui and said with a serious face.
Mofan's plan was simple. He would let Zheng Jiahui, who was in last place, challenge him, and he would lose to him.
Mofan would be in last place, and no one would be able to challenge him.
And after he was in last place, he would be the last person to challenge Zhou Xiangqian, who was in the top 50. He would be able to avoid being beaten up, and at the same time, rise in the rankings!
The plan was simple, and it was not difficult to carry it out. Mofan did not expect Zheng Jiahui to be so weak that he couldn't even use a Beginner Magic.
The rules of the competition stated that if no magic was used, the other party would not lose even if they forfeited!
"I … I didn't want to. I tried my best. I really tried my best. I'm sorry, Mofan. I know you want to help me, but I'm really hopeless." Zheng Jiahui's voice was trembling. He was as weak as a little girl who wanted to cry.
Mofan finally saw how weak a person could be.
He looked at Wei Rong, who had a smile on his face, and then looked at Zheng Jiahui, who was so submissive that he had a deep-rooted bad habit.
He could feel that Dean Wei Rong was doing this on purpose. As a judge, he shouldn't have said such things to the contestants. He had seen through his plan and deliberately wanted to drive away Zheng Jiahui, who was absolutely obedient.
"Stop right there!" Mofan's heart was filled with anger.
"I …" Zheng Jiahui turned his head. In fact, he had already stepped off the stage.
"You've pissed me off! Selling me here … Very good, very good. You're the most useless piece of trash I've ever seen in the world. "
"You've left me such a mess that I have to fight these two hundred people."
"Well, then open your eyes and watch carefully. If I, Mofan, am beaten down from this stage today, I'll f * cking admit that I'm the most useless piece of trash like you. I'll apologize to this chimpanzee, and I'll apologize to everyone in the department who has been scolded by me!"
Mofan was really infuriated. Not only was he angry about his current situation, but he was also angry at Zheng Jiahui, who was so weak that he thought everything would be fine as long as he stepped back.
The most hateful people were definitely not those who mocked the weak, but people like Zheng Jiahui, who had been deeply ingrained in humility, obedience, and isolation, and did not even have the slightest bit of backbone!
…
Mofan returned to the stage after spitting out his angry words.
He pointed at Dean Wei Rong, who was respected by everyone, and said loudly,
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