201 You Again! (2/2)

The students hung their heads obediently and did not dare to reply.

”Seems like your training is too light. After today, everyone will meditate in the thunder pool for three hours before you sleep! If you can’t make it, no one’s allowed to eat. James, did you hear me?!”

James nodded with a bitter expression. ”Yes, Professor.”

”And you!” The frost and fire voice turned, landing on another student. ”What are you still waiting for? Glenn, go pick the lot! If you get those b*stards from the history department, use your most powerful music score to wipe them out! Did all the formulas go to waste?!”

Glenn hurriedly stammered a reply and fled. He heard another boom come from the locker room and wiped cold sweat from his forehead. In all these years, no team had caused all four schools to become unlucky at the same time…

Now, the history department was a durian-like player. Spiky, inedible, and with a foul smell…Those *ssholes would drag their opponents to their lowly level and then use their rich experience to defeat the opponents. They were tricky as f*ck.

Apparently the East believed in star reincarnation. Was Concertmaster Ye the reincarnation of some baneful star? It seemed that no one related to him would have good results.

Thinking of this, Glenn could not help but sigh. ”Hopefully I won’t get him again. Otherwise, everyone would have it bad.”

Thankfully, they might be able to win if they went all out…They could use strength, numbers or observe each and every of the opponents’ moves. Each school had their own solution. And if they could set down their determination, they could win a lot.

The history department probably had more than ten thousand points now, right?

A glimmer of cold light flashed past Glenn’s eyes. The risk was worth all those points. He began calculating carefully.

Similarly, at the high podium for the lot picking, everyone exchanged glances. After collecting all the information, they all glanced at the history department. It was such a rich lump of meat. It all came down to how it would be eaten.

Glenn, Bart, and Elsa glanced at each other’s expressions. After realizing that they all had the same idea, they instinctively grew cautious. Behind them all, Banner watched coolly from the side. Rather than joining their fight, he looked off into the distance. Beside him, the manticore’s eyes rolled, making it seem more menacing. Stared at by those beastly eyes made one feel like prey and was filled with fear.

This was today’s last event. The lots chosen would determine tomorrow’s competing teams. All team representatives were at the podium.

”Have all the representatives arrived?” Sydney took attendance and his brows furrowed. Why was it the history department again? No one had come! F*ck, it was always them who did not follow the rules? ”History department? Have they arrived?” His expression darkened. ”If not, then it’ll be seen as quitting the game and all points will be cleared…”

The crowd was silent. Someone coughed awkwardly. ”Mr. Sydney, their representative has arrived.”

”Then why did no one answer when I took attendance?” Sydney roared. ”Where? Come out! Where are your manners?”

The crowd moved and quickly separated. And out came…a dog.

Yes, it was that golden dog—that evil dog who was prouder than a king, more confident than a prime minister, and more disdainful than the principal!

It was him again! They met once again after all these months, but the disdainful gaze scarred Sydney again.

”What the f*ck is this?” Sydney’s face reddened in fury. ”Do they look down on everyone else? Are they causing trouble on purpose?”

The dog glanced at him lazily and dropped the crumpled paper in his mouth at Sydney’s feet. It was written on the paper that Old Phil was an honorary member of the history department and had all the qualifications of a regular player! There was also a signature in the bottom right corner that Sydney was extremely familiar with.

”Maxwell?”

Sydney thought he was going crazy. He looked up at the stands and saw the principal whistling with an innocent expression.

”Just keep thinking of ways to mess with people! One day, you’ll get hit with karma!” Sydney thought. His face turned livid and he looked back, squeezing out from his teeth, ”Begin choosing.”