1958: A Routine?

A Routine?

"What's the ruckus?" A middle-aged mentor from Godsend Academy walked over with a stern expression.2

"Mentor, they're leaving without permission."

Yu Gui responded coldly, "We have already concluded our matches."

"Does that make it okay?" That mentor lectured without room for objection, "You think that you can be arrogant after successfully winning the first match?"

"We did not say that."

Yu Gui looked straight at this middle-aged mentor with a frown.

This mentor had always been standing on the side of the eldest young lady of the Shen Clan.

Compared to the Shen Clan, Yu Gui and them had no background. If not for the fact that they were rather talented, how would they have the chance to be standing here representing their academy in this competition?

"Arrogant and complacent! You have no sense of team unity!" The middle-aged mentor reprimanded sternly in a sanctimonious manner, "Even if you have already concluded your matches, can't you stay and watch Xu Xinran's team compete?"

"Your teammates are Xinran and them! I don't know what you are thinking all day to be so eccentric. You think about things you shouldn't, while you don't think about the things you should! Sit right back down! Pay attention to team unity in the future. Do not leave on your own again!"

The little cannonball Fang Xu was about to explode from anger. Just as she was about to speak, Chen Hanzi stopped her by grasping her hand.

"Understood." Yu Gui nodded apathetically and cast a glance at Xu Xinran and them who looked pleased with themselves. She led Lu Ling, Fang Xu and them back to their seats.

That middle-aged mentor also followed them back in a huff. He glanced at Yu Gui and them from the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help but fume in anger when he noticed their indifferent expressions.

These students really couldn't be disciplined!

***

Two days later.

Apex Academy's spirited entrance into the arena attracted gazes from the other academies.

Everybody whispered, "Apex Academy really has fantastic luck."

"That's right."

"Look at their complexion. They didn't compete these two days, while on the other hand, we're still so tired after a night's rest."

Just as Qiao Mu sat down, she heard Mentor Zhou's laugh which reminded her of the Laughing Buddha. "Heh heh heh, Classmate Qiao! I'll have to trouble you to go up to draw lots again!"

Qiao Mu eyed Mentor Zhou before slowly getting up and trudging to the battle stage.

After ascending the battle stage, she discovered that everybody was freakin' holing up the corners, leaving the space in the center empty.

Yesterday, those students who she observed standing at the edges with her were standing in the center. They gave her a helpless look.

Yo, so these people learned their lessons!

Qiao Mu's eyes flickered, and she walked up to the first spot as a matter of course.

Since so many people wanted to fight over that free pass, she'd give it to them!

Just as Qiao Mu took her place, she heard the elder's furious shout coming from next to her. "What are you all doing? All of you line up properly! Line up!! What are you all hiding in the corners for? Those who don't line up within three minutes will be disqualified."

"There are 339 academies competing in matches today. Everybody line up properly to draw lots. Don't dillydally in the back. Same rules, anyone who uses spiritual conscious to cheat will be disqualified."

Everybody looked at each other. They all wanted the other people to line up first so that they could fight for the last spot.

Don't kid, who didn't want to get a bye for a free pass to the next round if they all knew the routine?

"Miss, do you want me to draw lots first?"

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