Full-Time Magister: I Have a Crafting Spawn

"Damn! This is so frustrating!"

"Hey buddy, what's up? Finished your friendly sparring session?"

The burly older student turned around, ignoring whether the person in front of him was a stranger or not, and said angrily, "Brother, you're too late. They've all finished. Damn it, it's so frustrating! We only won one out of five rounds, and those Japanese bastards mocked us to our faces every time they won! Damn it!"

"I can't tolerate them being so arrogant!"

Jiang Chuan was somewhat curious.

I was only away from school for a day, and the school actually held an exchange and discussion with Edo Academy in Japan.

Moreover, it seems that Mingzhu suffered a crushing defeat.

Although Mingzhu Academy's international ranking is lower than Edo Academy's, it is still one of the top universities in China.

They only won one out of five games; they've completely lost face.

Were the previous year's students really that bad?

"Can't stand it? If you can't stand it, then go for it! What's the point of just complaining here?"

Standing beside him was a thin, sharp-featured old man who looked completely unconvinced. His tone was laced with a deliberate attempt to curry favor with the Japanese and a disdain for his own compatriots. He scoffed, his face full of Western worship, "That's the truth. The foundation and talent of Mingzhu Academy are simply no match for Edo Academy. It's already a stroke of luck that they managed to win one round."

He paused, becoming increasingly biased towards the other party, even adopting a somewhat fawning tone: "I think Mochizuki Mitsuo is absolutely right. Our vision is too narrow and our strength too weak. We should honestly send people to Japan to study and learn from their experience."

His words drew angry glares from the crowd, but he remained indifferent.

"Are you even Chinese or not?" the burly old man roared, grabbing the sharp-tongued old man by the collar.

Just as a conflict was about to break out, Jiang Chuan spoke up.

He looked coldly at the sharp-tongued old man: "You think the Chinese are inferior to the Japanese?"

"The facts are right in front of us! We lost, we're weaker, and you won't let me tell the truth? If any of you are not convinced, you can go up on stage and compete with the strong from Edo Academy. Then you'll know just how mediocre and bad we really are!" The sharp-mouthed old student stubbornly refused to back down.

Jiang Chuan finally understood.

This is a biased, misguided Japanese person.

No matter what world you're in, there will always be people like that, like a rotten apple, who are just so unpleasant to look at.

.........

Let's rewind a few minutes.

Lu Xiangming's injury was not serious. As long as a healing mage intervened, he would be able to jump around again on the spot.

Physical injuries are easier to treat.

The emotional wounds inflicted by humiliation may never heal.

"I'm sorry, Dean and Director, I didn't win this game and I've embarrassed you," Lu Xiangming said with shame.

"It's alright, get some rest first." Dean Xiao patted his shoulder.

At this moment, Matsumoto Kyuwa and his Edo students came over, pretending to check on Lu Xiangming's injuries.

"I'm really sorry, Mitsuo-kun was too rough with you."

Mochizuki Mitsuo, standing beside him, sneered and said, "Master, this isn't my fault; his strength is just too weak."

Lu Xiangming gritted his teeth, wanting to refute but powerless to do so; indeed, his abilities were too poor.

The atmosphere was somber.

Dean Xiao suddenly looked towards the entrance of the arena, and the smile that had disappeared returned to his face.

He asked Matsumoto Kyuwa, "I wonder if Matsumoto-sensei's students would like to exchange ideas and learn from each other? Actually, we have another student at Mingzhu Academy, who is our most talented student."

Everyone is puzzled.

Lu Xiangming and his five teammates were already carefully selected from the main campus, so who else could be chosen to play?

If the students sent are not as good as Lu Xiangming and the others, wouldn't that be humiliating?

"So your school's most outstanding student hasn't appeared yet? To use a Chinese saying, Dean Xiao, you're not generous enough. Quickly bring out this most talented student!"

Hearing the words "most genius" seemed to turn on a switch for Matsumoto Kyuwa.

"it is good."

Dean Xiao's figure flickered and disappeared from everyone's sight.

When he reappeared, he was with a completely bewildered Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan looked around at the dean and directors with a bewildered expression.

No?

I was just about to teach that 'spiritual Japanese' a lesson, how did I end up here?

"This is Jiang Chuan, the most talented student at our Pearl Academy," Dean Xiao introduced with a smile.

"Huh?" Jiang Chuan was confused.

"Mitsuo-kun, would you like to have another match?" Matsumoto Kyuwa asked, turning his head.

"OK."

Mochizuki Mitsuo's gaze swept over Jiangchuan.

Aside from being as handsome as a celebrity, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly special about him.

Jiang Chuan was still completely bewildered.

It wasn't until Dean Xiao finished explaining things to him that he realized he had been inexplicably pushed into the dueling arena.

"Dean, what kind of reward do I get for playing?"

"Rewards? You are bringing glory to Mingzhu Academy and to China. Let's not talk about such vulgar things as rewards anymore," Dean Xiao said with a smile.

"The reward I want isn't expensive; just a Forging God Necklace will suffice," Jiang Chuan said.

"You want another Forging God Necklace? The effects of two Forging God Necklaces don't stack, so having an extra one won't do you any good."

"Should I give it to you or not?"

"Just the Forging God Necklace?"

"Should I give it to you or not?"

"Just the Forging God Necklace?"

"..."

Jiang Chuan was about to nod, but then he remembered that he had been pulled in at the last minute to save the day, and he couldn't not order something good, so he said:

"Add another magical artifact."

"What kind of magical artifact do you want?" Dean Xiao asked.

"After the competition, can I choose myself?" Jiang Chuan asked tentatively.

Dean Xiao agreed without hesitation: "Alright, I'll let you choose, but you must play beautifully, win back all the face you lost before, and win in a way that makes them completely convinced. Can you do that?"

"able."

"Okay, you're ready to go on stage."

"Should we go easy on them?"

"No need. They're not here for an exchange or sparring session. I don't know exactly what they're here for either. In short, don't reveal too much of your strength," Dean Xiao thought for a moment and then reminded him.

"oh."

……

Jiang Chuan's appearance sparked discussion among the audience.

Although he is a student at the Qing Campus, his face has already appeared on the main campus, and many people recognize him.

Even if you didn't know him, now that the people around you have explained it to you, you know who he is.

The officially recognized Rising Star of the Pearl Award is a one-of-a-kind achievement for Scorpion Daddy!

"Hello, Japanese." Jiang Chuan greeted him proactively, his attitude very friendly.

Mochizuki Mitsuo didn't want to say another word to the Chinese man in front of him: "Let's get started."

"Okay, let's begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chuan launched a mental attack.

Mochizuki Mitsuo, confident of victory, was about to repeat his old trick of blending into the shadows when his spell was instantly interrupted.

He immediately realized:

"So you're a mental mage? Do you Chinese people think that you can be invincible with mental magic?"