The Dark-Faced Captain

Chapter 54 The Dark-Faced Captain

With nothing else to do, Gojo Satoru followed Mo Fan to watch him compete in the nomination contest.

Previously, while digesting resources, Mo Fan received news of being listed on the yellow list and was recommended by several parties.

This news, coupled with Mo Fan's ranking in the top ten of the Fire Academy, made Mo Fan even more famous throughout the ethnology department.

Among them were envious, admiring, and jealous.

Come to think of it, the World University Tournament, initiated by the Magic Associations of the Five Continents and jointly organized by renowned universities around the world, is exceptionally exciting and thrilling every year, attracting worldwide attention!

Those scions of prominent families racked their brains to stand out and make a name for themselves while in academia.

No matter how much they are praised by the stars, it is not as good as participating in a world university competition, even as a substitute.

However, Mo Fan only had a chance; to be a true member of the National Team, frankly speaking, one still needs real strength.

After all, this is a world competition representing the entire nation of China, and the opponents are elites from various countries.

We must strive for perfection!

Of course, losers are not without a chance.

They can also choose to defend their national pavilion, and challenging other pavilions is a necessary activity after the World University Tournament begins.

Only teams that collect enough medals within a year can travel to Venice to participate in the final Grand Prix.

Those who did not get the opportunity to gain experience can exchange it for the opportunity when they are guarding the National Hall.

But that's all for later, since the nomination competition has only just begun.

The competition is not a one-on-one match, but rather a randomly assigned 4v4 format.

Each participant in the nomination competition will form a temporary team with three other participants. This team will then compete in three matches against other teams.

While the outcome of the match determines whether a contestant will be nominated, losing does not mean there is no hope.

The overall ranking of the colleges is not derived from competition between colleges; there is restraint between departments.

Furthermore, since everyone is a mid-level mage with only two types of magic, wouldn't those with defensive or healing magic never be able to achieve a high ranking? Unfortunately, defensive and healing magic are crucial for mages in combat.

Therefore, the nomination competition held by the academy is a four-against-four contest, with three judges for each match.

The referee has eight points, regardless of the outcome, but those who perform well will receive higher scores.

Those with the highest scores will be nominated, and the final ten nominees will be selected by a dean-level figure.

According to Wu Tiao Wu's observations over the past few days, Mo Fan's team has won almost every battle, with their combination of lightning and fire elements, along with dimensional beasts and contracted beasts, nearly crushing their opponents.

However, Mo Fan's turn was a bit unfortunate. Although he won, his score was not very high.

After all, it was entirely Mo Fan's solo show. Before the others could even cast a spell, the opposing team was already being blasted down by Mo Fan's firepower.

As I was watching, I suddenly felt someone next to me say in surprise, "Gojo Satoru, you actually came to watch the Great Demon's match!"

Upon hearing the voice, Gojo Satoru looked over and saw a girl who lived with Mo Fan. He shrugged and said, "I've been pretty free lately, so I came to check it out."

"Didn't you participate in the nomination competition?" the girl named Ai Tutu asked curiously.

"No," Gojo Satoru shook his head.

"That's strange. You're clearly more powerful than the Great Demon, so why are you unknown?" Ai Tutu said, puzzled.

I don't understand why Gojo Satoru, who was so outstanding when he first entered the inner courtyard, seems so invisible after becoming an exchange student.

"What do you consider to be famous, and what do you consider to be unknown?" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile.

Anyway, I'm just idling around.

"Isn't the Great Demon King famous? And you're nobody right now," Ai Tutu said, counting on her fingers.

"You're being too superficial. In fact, Mo Fan is only famous at Mingzhu Academy, while I'm just not famous there," Gojo Satoru stated with a smile.

"I don't believe it." Ai Tutu stuck out her tongue.

"TuTu, don't be so rude in public." A man's voice came from behind AiTuTu.

Gojo Satoru looked over and saw a tall, dark-skinned man walking towards them, his face showing a doting expression.

Ai Tutu turned around and saw the person who had come. Her face lit up with joy, and she quickly ran back, calling out, "Brother, long time no see!"

The man reached out and pressed down on Ai Tutu's head, preventing her from moving around.

Ai Tutu pouted to express her dissatisfaction.

"Hello," Gojo Satoru greeted him with a grin.

This person can be said to be the first person of his generation he has met since he came into this world.

Mo Fan is not as good as this person, nor is the female captain of the Imperial Capital Academy. He has seen no one of his peers who is as good as him.

"Hello, my name is Ai Jiangtu." The dark-skinned man extended his hand, carefully observing the contestant in front of him, who, like him, had been pre-selected.

Only two people in the entire country were pre-selected: one was Ai Jiangtu, and the other was the seemingly frail white-haired youth in front of him.

"Gojo Satoru." Gojo Satoru reached out and shook hands with Ai Jiangtu, then let go immediately.

"I know you. You and I are both pre-selected personnel," Ai Jiangtu said earnestly.

"Looks like you're the captain." Gojo Satoru's eyes flashed with suspicion as he chuckled.

"Yes, the higher-ups have learned about your style of doing things, so they made me the captain," Ai Jiangtu said truthfully.

"I accept you as captain, but if you want to order me around, you'll have to beat me first," Gojo Satoru said with a chuckle, narrowing his eyes.

This guy's straightforward personality makes him easy to get along with, which is why he's so easy to talk to. If it were an arrogant captain, he would definitely resort to violence without saying a word!

"No need, you have the right to make your own decisions, I won't interfere too much," Ai Jiangtu said calmly.

"So you're making me a trump card for independent operations?" Gojo Satoru suddenly realized.

After their initial meeting, Ai Tutu dragged his older brother to go shopping, and Gojo Satoru didn't seem to mind.

……

A few days later.

White mist hangs over Shanghai in the morning sun, and when combined with the fashionable smog, it makes the skyscrapers seem to stand above the clouds, like paradise.

The prestigious Mingzhu Academy was shrouded in mist, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

I heard that the Imperial Academy has already decided on the nominees, including Mu Ningxue, the captain of the Imperial Academy, whom I met when I went to the Imperial Academy for the exchange competition.

Mingzhu Academy was not to be outdone, so it eliminated all the students with low scores and let the students with high scores compete in the final round to select ten people.

In today's match, Mo Fan led three strong students against the top fire-type team.

The leisurely Gojo Satoru was naturally present, but unexpectedly, Zhao Manyan, who had been in seclusion for a long time, also showed up.

"Old Zhao, you actually have time to come and watch the game?" Gojo Satoru poked Zhao Manyan's shoulder with a curious look.

"I've made great progress and don't need any more special training," Zhao Manyan said proudly.

"Huh, isn't this still only intermediate level?" Gojo Satoru muttered, seeing through the surface to the essence.

"Do you think everyone is a freak like you, already a high-level multi-elemental expert at such a young age?" Zhao Manyan said with a bitter expression.

"I think I'm pretty normal," Gojo Satoru said with a grin.

(End of this chapter)