202 The Draw and Express Shipping (1/2)

In fact, it was not the Music History department purposely being the troublemaker. It was just that everyone was used to their bad luck. They always had a bad time. Each one was worse off than the one before.

Ye Qingxuan knew very well how unlucky he was. He could end up getting hunted just by being on the street. Bai Xi was worse, and Charles was the worst. He drew one of the strongest six teams in the first round, which almost destroyed their department. As foreign aid, Bench Guy said that he refused to draw on behalf of them and disappeared.

In such an extremely helpless situation, they could only let the boss Old Phil to do this draw. Since Old Phil used to find dozens of dollars from time to time, it must have better luck than anyone of them.

Soon, every group finished their draws. Every team held a nameplate and looked urgently at the arrangement of their next duel. Soon, the registration was over and all the arrangements were displayed on the list.

”09?” Glenn looked down at the nameplate in his hands, looked at the opponent on the list, and finally looked in the direction of the School of Royalty. Seeing Banner and those elite graduates by his side, Glenn’s face darkened considerably and he muttered a curse.

The others gloated immediately. It seemed that the two teams of Modifications would both fail in the first two days.

Elsa of the School of Summoning whistled and squinted at the other team of Revelations. Watched by Elsa, the leader's complexion suddenly paled. Revelations were not good at face-to-face combat in the first place. Now they had to face a crowd of psychos from Summoning?

Musicians who raised monsters in their brains were more or less neurotic. As their leader, Elsa was the craziest. Apparently their opponents today quit the game because too many players were taken out…He already began to calculate how much time they could last facing this female lunatic.

After the game had been arranged, each team leader began to find their opponents according their number. Some were happy; others were complaining. In the end, the six big teams confirmed with each other, and unexpectedly found that...no team was going to fight with the music department in tomorrow's game?!

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the golden-haired dog, their eyes full of hatred and jealousy. They wanted to know who had gotten the juicy morsel that was the history department.

Facing those troubled eyes, Old Phil huffed out its nostrils. Without even looking at the list, it threw the nameplate in its mouth under the podium.

Ye Qingxuan casually caught the card and took a look. His expression went slack on the spot. ”No way, Old Phil...”

”Let me take a look!” Charles also came to join the fun, but after reading, he also fell into complete speechlessness. He had no idea whether to cry or laugh.

”What on earth is this?” Ye Qingxuan looked at him. Their complex expressions and troubled eyes reached a new level.

Seeing their expressions, the people on the podium instantly began to whisper. In the end, Elsa raised her eyebrows, growled at her players, ”What do you mean you don’t know? Go and check! Who are their opponents...Who dares to take them from me? Do they want to die?!”

”No need to check,” Bart suddenly said. ”The result is out.”

In just a few minutes, Bart had confirmed the result by calculating the numbers in his mind. By comparing the list of arrangements, he had reached the conclusion.

To be honest, Bart did have some talent for the School of Revelations, especially for information processing and summarization. In just a few minutes, he had already guessed the result through various clues.

Hearing his voice, everyone looked over at the tree diagram in his hands. At the end of the list was a lone number—035—it was an awkward odd number. It seemed impossible to pair and had no arranged opponents.

”Are you kidding?” Glenn's face stiffened.

Elsa's mouth twitched. ”How can it be?”

”They drew nobody.” Bart clenched his teeth with a livid look. ”They have no opponents.”

Hearing this, everyone looked to Elsa. It was this girl who had forced a team to retire its players until they could not even gather enough people, and finally gave up the game.

Yes, they were short one team. Therefore, there was bound to be a team who had no opponents and qualified directly for the next round...But how could they be so lucky? And it was a dog that had drawn!

Seeing that the juicy morsel had suddenly flown away, the leaders of the six strongest teams suddenly grew furious. They were so angry they could tear the quitters into pieces!

Old Phil coldly watched them sink into silence. It huffed from its nose again and turned away. Huh, a group of weaklings.

But Ye Qingxuan and the others did not know what to say. Even a dog's luck was better than theirs. Old Phil was not a regular dog, but they still felt slight frustration, as if they had been defeated from all aspects!

”I’ve decided!” Ye Qingxuan patted his thigh. ”From now on, let Old Phil do all the drawing!”

May the almighty Old Phil cheat you!

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However, the good mood did not last long. Just as Ye Qingxuan was excited and the music history department cheered, a man in a postman's uniform outside the crowd arrived on horseback.

After asking around, he looked into the direction of the youth and squeezed in from the crowd. Studying Ye Qingxuan, he asked quietly, ”Are you Concertmaster Ye?”

”Yes.” Ye Qingxuan asked in confusion, ”What’s the matter?”

”There’s an urgent letter for you.” The postman pulled out a sealed letter from his bag. Ye Qingxuan’s name and address were written on it in beautiful flowing handwriting. The pronunciation of the Eastern characters were even written in the lingua franca. Also on the envelope was the heraldry which Ye Qingxuan was very familiar with.

”Lola?”

Feeling the envious eyes on him and Bai Xi’s unhappy expression, Ye Qingxuan felt his scalp going numb. What had Lola planned this time?

-

It was late at night, at one of Avalon's abandoned ports in downtown. After mixing with a large amount of industrial waste, the seawater had a disgusting stench. The lantern shone on the oil film and reflected a sickening rainbow.

In the sea breeze that smelled of dead fish, the waves crashed on the rotten stakes, echoing emptily. A hunched man with the scars on his face stood at the front of the dock with a cane and a lantern in his hand. The shadow of his hunchback left an ugly projection in the thick mist. From afar, it looked like a beast stooping to eat a corpse.

Illuminated by the lantern’s lights, his eyes under the shadow of hat flickered. He looked around with vigilance, waiting quietly. A chuckle seemed to sound in the distant mist.

Instantly, the hunchback spun around in shock and pulled out a crossbow, aiming in all directions. ”Who's there?”