Wei Rong looked at Zheng Jiahui who looked like a deserter on the battlefield even if he challenged her, not to mention how displeased he was.
If there is a real waste in this Huoyuan, it must be Zheng Jiahui.
"Let's start, let's start." Wei Rong said impatiently.
Mo Fan stood in front of Zheng Jiahui and saw that he was about to shrink into a ball. He couldn't help but sigh and said to him: "What are you afraid of? Is it just a performance, or is there some shadow in your heart? Innate Just afraid of fighting.”
"No...no, I'm not afraid of fighting, I'm just..." Zheng Jiahui said hesitantly.
"Forget it, if you can't cast intermediate magic, then use some elementary magic. Don't tell me that you can't even connect seven stars. You can defeat me with your fists. You can do this. It's too fake." Mo Fan said to Zheng Jiahui.
"Is this really okay if we do this? My classmates will look down on me." Zheng Jiahui said hesitantly.
Mo Fan smiled when he heard this and said to Zheng Jiahui: "Open your eyes now and look around. Who, including the teachers, thinks highly of you? Even those girls who know how to respect others have right eyes. Your sympathy, I don’t know if there is anyone you have a crush on in this whole fire courtyard, but if you see ridicule or sympathy in her eyes, or a blank expression, you think your situation is not bad enough. Is that so? You really think too highly of yourself, and you think you have the little dignity you have left in this fire courtyard. In fact, you are just a joke in the eyes of these people."
Zheng Jiahui looked at Mo Fan. He originally thought that Mo Fan was helping him, but after hearing such words, his heart became colder.
He tried to use star rail, but his star rail broke after a while!
There was laughter all around, which made Zheng Jiahui feel a little embarrassed. When she used magic again, even the connection of the fourth star was wrong.
"Your cultivation level is obviously not low, but you are so nervous that you can't even use magic. I think you should stop being a mage. Doing anything else is better than this." Mo Fan said to Zheng Jiahui.
Zheng Jiahui's expression changed when she heard this. He stared at Mo Fan and said angrily: "What do you know!"
"Oh, so you really want to be a mage?" Mo Fan laughed. His words obviously touched this guy's heart.
I want to be a mage, but I'm so timid that I can't even draw star trails.
While at the training ground. This guy was obviously very fast at completing star trajectories and star maps, and his strength was not weak, but he was so nervous when there were people around him that he couldn't even complete the most basic star trajectories.
Autistic and timid, Mo Fan could even see the inferiority complex on this guy turned into a black cloth covering his whole body, so that he didn't have any sense of existence. But it is the most eye-catching smile in people’s eyes!
How could a mid-level mage be so miserable?
However, this is only true at the main campus of Pearl Academy. Intermediate level mage is only the lowest threshold.
"I have plenty of time, please arrange your arrangement slowly." Mo Fan didn't care anymore and just stood there and waited patiently.
Zheng Jiahui redraws the star path. He also wants to overcome the fear of the crowd and fully release the magic...
However, the star paths and star maps that he usually practiced so skillfully turned into a blank at this moment and were imprinted in his mind. The laughter of everyone around him and the special colored gazes of everyone seemed to be making him draw the stars. In the process of moving forward, layer after layer of burdens have been added.
"Is this guy a joke invited by the monkey? He really can't even use a basic magic. How can such a person have the nerve to stay up there. If it were me, I would quickly find a place with better feng shui to bury myself. Damn it." Zhao Ji scolded directly.
"Get out of here, get out of here, don't waste our time."
"Don't do this to him. He's just nervous. Let's give him some more time." A girl with a soft tone said.
Those with a hot temper had already started making a fuss in the commotion. More people were sitting in their seats and looking at Zheng Jiahui with cold eyes. They secretly thought it was funny. However, in order to show their cultivation, they would not treat this like The sarcasm shows up easily.
"Zheng Jiahui, if you really can't complete the most basic Huozhi, then you'd better get down quickly." Wei Rong said in a cold voice. He felt that if the student stood there for a second longer, he would lose face. the most important is. He couldn't let Mo Fan's treacherous plan succeed.
Zheng Jiahui might have gotten used to it and could barely accept the ridicule and contempt from his classmates, but when Teacher Wei Rong spoke, he became even more flustered. He subconsciously obeyed Teacher Wei's words. He bit his lip tightly and actually turned around to walk off the stage.
Mo Fan saw that the situation was not going well and hurriedly rushed to catch him: "What are you doing?"
"I'd better return the Nebula Magic Tool to you, I still can't do it." Zheng Jiahui said with a disappointed look on her face.
"You are not only cowardly, you are simply selfish. You have to understand that you are tied to me now, and you obey the inferiority demon in your bones. You are free, but you have caused me misery. What if This challenge is only about yourself, you can do whatever you want, no one else’s interests can be destroyed, but now that you leave, I have to face more than two hundred challengers alone!!" Mo. Fan grabbed Zheng Jiahui and said with a serious face.
Mo Fan's plan is very simple, that is, let Zheng Jiahui, the last one, challenge him and lose to him.
Mo Fan became the last one, and no one could challenge him.
After becoming the last one, he can directly challenge the top 50 people in his last challenge week, and he can successfully avoid the wheel and advance in the rankings at the same time!
This plan was very simple and not difficult to implement. What Mo Fan didn't expect was that Zheng Jiahui was so cowardly that she couldn't even use a basic magic.
The rules of the competition are that if not a single spell is used, the other party cannot be considered a loser even if they give up and admit defeat!
"I...I don't want to, I've tried my best, I really tried my best. I'm sorry, classmate Mo Fan, I know you actually want to help me, but I'm really hopeless." Zheng Jiahui's voice trembled a little , as fragile as a little girl and wanted to cry.
Mo Fan can be regarded as seeing a person's cowardice.
He glanced at Teacher Wei Rong, who actually had a smile on his face, and then at Zheng Jiahui, who was obedient to the point of having a bad nature.
He could feel that Department Director Wei Rong did this intentionally. As a referee, he should not say such words to the players at all. He just saw through his plan and deliberately wanted to drive away Zheng Jiahui, who was absolutely obedient.
"Stop!" Mo Fan felt a little angry.
"I..." Zheng Jiahui turned her head. In fact, others had already stepped out of the competition stage.
"You made me angry! Selling me here... very good, very good, you are the most useless piece of trash I have ever seen in the world."
"This mess you left behind makes me have to fight these two hundred people."
"Okay, then open your eyes and see clearly. If I, Mo Fan, are knocked off this stage today, I will fucking admit that I am a waste among wastes like you, and I will give it to this chimpanzee." The director apologizes and bows his head to all the people in the department who have been scolded by me and admit their mistakes one by one!"
Mo Fan was really angry. He was not only angry for his current situation, but also angry for someone like Zheng Jiahui who was so cowardly that he thought that as long as he retreated, everything would be fine.
The hateful-looking people are definitely not those who laugh at the weak, but people like Zheng Jiahui who are deeply ingrained in humbleness, obedience, and isolation, and want to squeeze out a useless person with no backbone!
…
After Mo Fan uttered those angry words, he returned to the playing field.
He pointed fiercely at Wei Rong, the dean of the department who was respected by everyone, and said loudly:
"Call me the next challenger!" (To be continued.)
