Versatile Mage: I can control you until you die

"CCTV! CCTV! I am Xiaochuan, a frontline reporter. My current location is Venice, the city of water, where the World Universities Competition is taking place!"

The reporter held the microphone and was very emotional.

"We can see that over the Doge's Palace in Venice, thirty-two national flags are rising——our red flag is among them!"

"Look over there! Delegations from various countries are entering! The sun shines on the young faces. Today they will use their hard-earned magic to win glory for their country!"

"The Chinese team is on! The one wearing the red and gold 'dragon uniform' is the magic athlete of this Chinese team!"

In the contestant tunnel, Ai Jiangtu leads the way, with a gold-plated "1" printed on his back.

Next is Nan Jue, No. 2.

The third one is Xu Fang’s No. 3, Mo Fan’s No. 4, Jiang Shaoxu’s No. 5, Mu Ningxue’s No. 6...

The reporter had already obtained first-hand information and explained passionately:

"This is the first time that the national team members have appeared in the public eye. Before that, they had a year of training!"

"During the training process, they have successively obtained the national badges of Japan, Peru, Colombia, Panama, Costa Rica, Mexico, the United States, Portugal, and Egypt, without any defeat, and they are far ahead!"

"Now the high-level officials from various countries are on stage! Representing China is Pang Lai, the chief mage from the Forbidden City Palace Magic Association!"

Reporters gushed.

The content recorded by the camera will also be simultaneously transmitted to the headquarters of CCTV, where it will be edited and subtitled for broadcast.

Of course, you can also watch the live broadcast, but the premise is that you must be familiar with International Language, otherwise you can only listen to "Abba".

"The opening ceremony is officially over, and the next step is to draw lots! Luck is also a part of strength, and which country is drawn is very important!"

Last time, the Chinese Guofu team was very unlucky. In the second round, they bumped into the American team and were badly beaten.

The audience doesn't care about any nonsense. If you win, you will be praised and if you lose, you will be criticized. This is the simplest truth.

In today's society of free speech, ordinary people are the most capable of scolding.

Even though they know nothing about magic, they are still able to express rigorous logic, which makes people believe that this is a trumpet account used by a certain holy mage to troll people online.

This is the national team.

"Are you coming?" Ai Jiangtu looked at Xu Fang.

"It must be you, I'm only No. 13." Xu Fang said.

Ai Jiangtu said no more, strode onto the stage, casually handed it to the host without looking at it.

"China, versus Japan!"

As soon as the results were announced, a roar of cheers was heard from the audience, plaster flags were waved, and lucky words were shouted in Japanese international dialect.

"grass!"

Everyone in the Guofu team was collectively unhappy.

Are you busy popping champagne without even halftime?

In stark contrast to the wave of plaster flags, there was only a pitiful piece of red flag in the audience.

Although there were various reasons for the defeat of the Guofu team last time, it really broke the hearts of the audience, and even fewer people bought tickets.

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"The opening match is a 5-on-5 team regular match. We will select five people here, and Japan will also select five people."

Mentor Feng Li said.

Since the instructor is on site, everything is decided by the instructor.

"I come!"

"I'll do it!"

"Teacher, let me go!"

The opening game is the top priority, it will really attract the attention of the world. If you can perform well in the opening game, you will basically become famous!

They have experienced the world and practiced hard for a year, just to become famous in this arena, especially since there are such huge forces behind each of them!

————The most important thing is that everyone was already upset when they saw Xiao Tian. Who wouldn’t want to go up and slap him in the face with magic?

"Let me go!" Mu Tingying argued. Her face was no longer so dark, but the ends of her hair were a little crooked.

"You wait for me." Feng Li said coldly, Mu Tingying dared not speak out in anger.

"Mu Ningxue, Jiang Shaoxu, Guan Yu, Nan Jue, Jiang Yu, you five come on stage," Feng Li said.

"Wouldn't it be bad to preserve our strength against the Japanese team like this?" Songhe asked worriedly.

The comprehensive strength of the Japanese national team is very strong. If they want to win the game, they basically have to go all out.

In addition, since this was the first confrontation, Song He and the other teachers saw that Feng Li did not let Xu Fang play, nor did they let Ai Jiangtu and Mo Fan play. It was really a bit too much to reserve their strength.

Three aces, no matter what, you have to send one.

Feng Li thought for a while and glanced at the team members again.

"Lao Feng, it's better to play it safe in the first game."

A familiar voice sounded, it was Pang Lai, the chief of the Forbidden City.

Also with him was Han Ji, whom Xu Fang had just met.

"Exposed too early, they may be targeted." Feng Li expressed his concerns.

"The strength is strong enough, so what can we do if we target it?"

Pang Lai said: "We should take care of public opinion. You have also seen the situation in the audience. If we lose the first game, I am afraid that even these people will not come."

Feng Li nodded silently.

"Then let..."

"Let me do it." Xu Fang said.

"I think it's good. This kid has a lot of things hidden. Just let him pick a few and use them." Han Ji smiled and Pang Lai nodded.

"Okay, you replace Nan Jue, remember not to expose all your strength." Feng Li warned.

"Do not worry."

Xu Fang stood up with a kind smile.

"If you let me reveal all my strength, are those few days worthy of it?"

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"This is CCTV! Our Huaxia National Team's first opponent is the Japanese National Team. The Japanese National Team is the strongest among the 32 national teams. It seems that this is going to be a tough battle!"

Reporter Xiaochuan took the microphone and said.

He was not praising his opponent, but mainly because he couldn't figure out his own strength and was afraid that he would kneel down too quickly, so he first instilled in the audience the idea that "the opponent is awesome, and winning or losing is an honor."

Coincidentally, not far away from him, a Japanese reporter was also broadcasting live.

"This is Mount Fuji TV. This must be the blessing of the gods. We are extremely lucky to avoid the invincible American team and draw the weak Chinese team!

Cherry blossoms will fill the city of Venice, and we will be great together with the United States. Cheer for our warriors! "

Xiaochuan: "..."

grass!

He chose Japanese as a minor language in college, so he could understand what his grandson said.

Damn it, even though he has his trademark rotten buck teeth, he still stink like this. How the hell can he be a reporter?

But I couldn't argue with what others said. Who made the results of the last national competition so miserable?

The camera was broadcasting live, and he could not temporarily cut off the signal. He could only hope that his opponent would be better.

At least, it would be honorable to lose, right?

"National team players enter!"

"The first person to appear is team member No. 8 Jiang Yu!"

On the big screen, Jiang Yu lowered his head slightly and pushed up his glasses with one finger, trying his best to show off his abstinent academic style.

"Second, Team Member No. 10 Guan Yu!"

Guan Yu's photo is more attractive than Jiang Yu's.

In the photo, he is dressed like a noble man, holding a sharp magic tool and walking in the wind. He is simply synonymous with a masculine man.

"Third place, team member No. 6 Mu Ningxue!"

"Fourth place, team member No. 5 Jiang Shaoxu!"

Beauty is like the eye of a typhoon, always the center of the crowd.

As soon as Mu Ningxue and Jiang Shaoxu appeared on the stage, everyone in the audience couldn't help but burst into cheers, whether they were Chinese or not.

"The last one, contestant No. 3, Xu Fang!"