Chapter 211: Lucky Sign
In the next few days, people from all over the world came to Venice one after another.
The small water town suddenly became a little crowded, and the culprit for all this was naturally because the World Academy Competition was about to begin.
This day, the wind is sunny and sunny.
In the early morning, the sun had just risen, and the sunlight sprinkled on the sparkling water, as if covering the entire water city with a layer of golden gauze.
At this moment, deafening sounds of magic salutes resounded through the sky, breaking the tranquility of the city.
This passionate voice is like a war drum, inspiring people's hearts and making everyone's blood boil.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, young representatives representing 32 countries slowly appeared in front of everyone.
Each of them was dressed in gorgeous costumes and exuded a powerful magical aura, shining like bright stars.
In addition to these contestants, a group of high-ranking and powerful mages also slowly walked out from the platform.
Representatives from the five major magic associations, the Hunter Union, the Parthenon, the Holy Tribunal, the Forbidden City, and other important national organizations attended the event.
All of these representative figures are powerful and fearsome, and their majesty is intimidating.
The representative from China was Pang Lai, the chief mage of the court.
Pang Lai looked at his two disciples in the participating teams below and couldn't help but feel proud.
As the captain of the Guofu team, Hua Yu naturally stood at the front of the line, and he soon saw his master.
The master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled.
When the grand and solemn opening ceremony came to an end, the atmosphere on the scene instantly became tense and full of anticipation.
After all, the much-anticipated draw is about to begin!
You know, in a fiercely competitive arena, sometimes victory or defeat is not only determined by hard power, but often also requires a little bit of luck.
Looking back at the last tournament, China was unfortunately drawn against the extremely powerful American team in the second round, and ultimately had to leave the stage in disgrace, being eliminated prematurely.
However, will this new Chinese national team still rely on so-called luck?
No, of course not!
"Captain, let's draw lots." Feng Li said to Hua Yu beside him.
Originally, the drawing of lots was the responsibility of the various mentors, but since some time ago, all countries tacitly handed the task of drawing lots to the captains of their respective national teams.
During the draw process, the captains' faces will be exposed to the eyes of people all over the world. In a sense, this is also a kind of honor!
"Ah."
Hua Yu nodded slightly in response.
Then, under the focus of everyone's attention, Hua Yu slowly walked onto the stage with a smile on his face.
As soon as he appeared, his handsome face and conspicuous long silver hair attracted everyone's attention like a magnet.
"Is that Captain Hua? I heard Uncle John spoke highly of him."
In the British team, a golden-eyed girl surrounded by the crowd whispered.
Her golden eyes reveal a unique noble temperament.
The girl looked at Hua Yu on the stage curiously and couldn't help but smile slightly.
"What, that guy is their captain?"
On the other side, in the Korean team that also made it out of the Asian region, everyone looked at Hua Yu in shock.
It was not until this moment that they knew who had defeated them.
Captain Jin Yizhen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
so far so good!
I almost thought that people in their country were all perverts. Even the players from the national pavilion were so strong.
As he was thinking, Jin Yi suddenly realized something and shouted, "Cheating, cheating, they cheated and actually sent the captain to the field. No wonder we couldn't beat them at that time."
Hearing this, Xiuhui on the side couldn't help but whispered, "Captain, you're on it too."
"Xiuhui!" Jin Yizhen glared at Xiuhui fiercely.
Are you trying to dismantle your own stage?
At the same time, athletes from many other countries are keeping a close eye on the Chinese badminton team, including the American team that eliminated China in the last session.
Pay attention to their summoning tactics!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Hua Yu reached out and took a lot. After taking a quick look at it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly rise.
Good luck!
Excellent fortune!
After handing the lot to the referee beside him and asking him to take a look, Hua Yu walked down the stage with the drawing card.
When he stepped down from the stage, Hua Yu looked very energetic and the people below couldn't help but start guessing which country's national team he had drawn.
"Guess which team he drew?" The golden-eyed girl from the British team asked with interest as she looked at the people around her.
"Looking at how happy he looks, he must be from the cannon fodder team of India or Korea."
The arrogant green-haired man who was the leader of the British team spoke with great disdain.
It's nothing more than drawing a weak opponent. What's there to be happy about?
Without the support of hard power, it is just a dying struggle.
"That's not right, Zhe Luo."
The girl said softly, with a hint of confidence in her tone.
Hearing this, Zhe Luo couldn't help but frown slightly, with obvious doubt in his eyes, "No? Irene, what do you mean by this?"
The golden-eyed girl Irene raised her lips slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then cast her gaze towards the referee's seat in the distance.
"Look at the referee's expression. He is looking at the Chinese captain with sympathy."
As soon as Irene finished speaking, Zhe Luo suddenly realized this detail.
Yes!
How could this be?
As soon as Hua Yu returned to the team, the members of the Guofu team quickly gathered around like a tide. Everyone's face was filled with eagerness and anticipation, especially the instructors such as Feng Li, who couldn't wait to know the result.
“Captain, how is it?” Nan Jue couldn’t hold back her inner anxiety and was the first to ask.
Hua Yu smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel extremely warm and at ease, "My luck is pretty good."
These few simple words seemed to contain endless power, making everyone present feel relaxed.
Seeing the relaxed expression on Hua Yu's face, Feng Li and the others finally let go of their worries and let out a long breath.
Then, Songhe asked with a smile on his face, "So, is the opponent from India or Korea?"
"neither."
"That is?"
"Luckly, so lucky."
Just when Song He and others were about to ask more questions, a burst of excited shouting suddenly broke out next to their team.
Everyone turned around quickly and saw a mixed team of white and black people staring at them with malicious intent and a hint of sarcasm on their faces.
“Old Hua, you didn’t pick them, did you?” Zhao Manyan looked at Hua Yu in surprise.
At the same time, I kept praying in my heart, please don’t, don’t.
But soon, his fantasy was shattered by Hua Yu.
"That's right." Hua Yu grinned and said, "Not bad, the chance for revenge has come!"
Team USA!
The Chinese team was eliminated in the last session.
How come drawing them is not considered a good lot?
(End of this chapter)