"Marshal, you are here." The principal greeted the person coming down with a smile, full of excitement.

Wen Shuojun smiled warmly: "Principal Cai, long time no see."

"Hahaha, it's been a long time since we last met. I've been looking forward to the Marshal's visit to guide those little ones."

The principal said this, and his expression became a little happier.

Wen Shuojun's expression remained unchanged, and his words were gentle: "I didn't have time before, but this time I can take a look at our new generation of good men."

"Yes, yes, Marshal, please come this way." The principal was extremely happy. Wen Shuojun was the idol of countless people. Even though he was injured now, his status was not lowered at all.

Coupled with what happened last night, many people now want to invite him.

Even those who want to plot against him want to have some contact with him.

Who wouldn’t want to be able to cooperate and get things easily?

The principal was quite proud of himself for taking the initiative and letting Wen Shuojun be the first to come to school.

It shows that you have a lot of face.

The name of the Imperial College is the Imperial College, but it has not produced any good talents in the past two years. Not only is it being suppressed by the Alliance, but the comprehensive universities that were originally ranked below them are showing a tendency to surpass them.

This is not a good phenomenon.

The Imperial Academy was once number one in the entire galaxy, and now it is number one in the empire. It cannot afford to lose even the first place in the future.

At least, in his hands, there must be a first.

Fortunately, they have Si Yuran.

An eighteen-year-old level six, oh no, level seven card maker.

It won’t be long before their Imperial Academy will once again return to the top position in the universe.

Thinking of this, Principal Cai couldn't help but speak: "Marshal, you've come at the right time. I'll introduce someone to you later. He's a very talented young man. He's only 18 years old, and he's been promoted to a level 7 card maker."

"His name is Si Yuran. He is currently the youngest level seven card maker in the entire galaxy. He is also the youngest and most talented card maker in history."

The principal became more and more proud as he spoke, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed boasting.

The director beside him also nodded repeatedly: "That's right, Yu Ran is really outstanding, and humble, not arrogant at all. He must have a place among the god-level card makers."

They knew about the god-level card maker's plan to target the Si family.

But so what.

Si Yuran

It’s the Si family.

Besides, it doesn’t matter even if they target Si Yuran, it won’t cause any loss to them.

As long as Si Yuran keeps growing, their school will definitely guarantee him resources.

And there is the Si family.

Anyone who is not stupid will know how to choose.

For example, the Siqing wine that they abandoned.

Wen Shuojun listened quietly, smiling without saying a word.

The principal was about to say something when he heard a burst of noise coming from the front and looked over subconsciously.

There was a large group of people gathered in front of the competition stage.

The Imperial College has two major subject categories, the Mecha Combat Department and the Card Making Department.

Both departments need communication and exchange.

So the school set up a competition stage with a special protective formation to facilitate student competition without hurting bystanders, and also allow students to challenge openly and stop when they are satisfied.

It will not lead to private fights, regardless of life or death, which will cause big trouble.

In the past, the principal welcomed this kind of thing. He felt that only through struggle could there be the motivation for progress.

But today, Wen Shuojun just arrived and encountered him.

If this is a competition between two people of average strength, and he misunderstands that the Imperial Academy is just so-so, and leaves a bad impression, what should I do?

Just when I was about to ask the director to find out if it could be avoided, the person next to me spoke up first.

"Is this a traditional event of the Imperial Academy, an open challenge and competition?" Wen Shuojun was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. He became interested.

"Let's go over and see if it's a combat type or a card making type."

The principal cursed inwardly, but remained calm as he explained, "Students are always so energetic and full of fighting spirit. No matter if they are top students or ordinary students, they all like to be on this competition stage."

"Young people, that's what you should do." Wen Shuojun smiled.

The group approached and saw the two people on the stage clearly. The principal was immediately surprised: "Why is he back?"

"Who?" Wen Shuojun smiled slightly.

The person on the stage was actually an acquaintance.

I met him last night. He was the Si family Si Yuran mentioned by the principal.

He was also inexplicably familiar with the other young man who looked so outstanding, like the sun in the sky.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Si Qingjiu also saw the person coming and his eyes flickered slightly. This was too much of a coincidence.

Si Yuran also did not miss it, he already knew the identity of this man, the Imperial Marshal.

With such a high status, handsome appearance, and a lot of power in his hands, he is worthy of it.

He had thought it through. If he couldn't get the god-level card using ordinary methods, he would try another method.

Turn this man into his other half.

Although he had been keeping Chu Xu in his sight, he had never thought of being with Chu Xu.

The Chu family is only comparable to theirs, how can they compare to the First Legion.

His original target was the prince or the crown prince.

The reason he didn't choose one was because he hadn't seen her in person yet. He wanted to wait until he saw her in person before choosing one that looked better.

Anyway, he is confident that even if he is not the crown prince, he can still let him sit on the throne.

Of course, he did not give up this plan.

Even if he wanted Wen Shuojun, he would still kill this man if he had the chance.

The hatred of last night was really hatred.

But his father was right, the First Legion was not easy to deal with, so he tried a different approach first.

It just so happened that he came to my door himself.

With a smile on his face, he shouted excitedly, "Principal, Marshal Wen, why are you here?"

Si Yuran spoke so naturally that people subconsciously thought they were just old friends meeting.

Especially the principal, after hearing this, smiled and walked forward, speaking in a friendly manner, as if an elder was teasing a kind younger generation.

"With all the commotion going on here, how could I not come? You kid, you didn't torture those people enough yesterday, did you?"

Many students present who were in awe of the principal looked at the two in shock.

My heart is filled with sighs.

This relationship is too good.

"No, he's just my second brother, alas." Si Yuran said unconvincedly, then sighed softly, full of helplessness.

The principal's eyes fell on Si Qingjiu, and he frowned: "Si Qingjiu, what are you doing here? The school..."

"Bring me the file."

Si Qingjiu's four simple words directly blocked the principal's words that he wanted to say, such as the school has expelled you and it is impossible for you to come back.

Wen Shuojun listened quietly and looked straight at Si Qingjiu.

He recalled the news his adjutant had handed him last night, that Si Qingjiu from the Si family had been stealing Si Yuran's cards for years, and was discovered and expelled from the Si family and school.

He felt nothing when he read the text.

At this moment, facing people, he felt dissatisfied.

Didn't come

I am very dissatisfied and strongly disagree with Principal Cai's approach.

"You have self-awareness."

A sneer suddenly sounded.

A dignified middle-aged man and a handsome young man walked over, and the words just now were said by the young man.

They are no one else.

They are Si Qingjiu and Si Yuran’s biological father and brother.

When Father Si received the news, he was extremely angry. When he saw people, he showed no good expression at all. He started to scold them, "Si Qingjiu, what are you doing?"

"Now that everyone is here, let's start. My time is precious." Si Qingjiu urged them without even glancing at the Si father and son.

Mr. Si had an unhappy expression on his face and was about to scold.

Wen Shuojun smiled gently and spoke first: "It seems that you want to compete, then let's start. We can just be witnesses and act as referees."

The table and benches had already been placed on the stage, and it was obvious that everything was ready.

Si Yuran wanted to punish Si Qingjiu and embarrass him in public, and also to prevent him from changing his mind, so he had people arrange everything as soon as he made the decision.

To this end, he also specially selected the chip to ensure that no one would find any problems.

Thinking of this, Si Yuran's smile became even brighter, and he looked at Wen Shuojun, blinking playfully.

"Well, it's our honor to have the Marshal as our referee."

Wen Shuojun didn't seem to get the hint, and just said in a light tone: "If you don't take action now, you will lose even more miserably."

Si Yuran's expression changed and his smile almost turned hideous.

It made him unable to stop thinking about last night, bastard.

Damn this unromantic man.

Without saying anything more, he sat down in his seat angrily and started to make it in a pretentious manner.

But throughout the whole process, he had a gloomy look on his face, and he just kept his head down, so that everyone couldn't see clearly and thought he was concentrating.

The large crowd of spectators who had originally gathered had already stepped aside to make room for these important figures.

No one dared to make a sound, it was so quiet.

Si Ling looked at his brother on the stage and praised his father, "It has only been a short time, and Xiaoran can already make a level 7 card. He is so outstanding. If Si Qingjiu wants to compete with Xiaoran, he will only bring shame upon himself."

"Hmph, don't mention him. He has brought shame to our Si family." Father Si's face was gloomy and he stared at Si Qingjiu.

Si Ling also agreed.

Disgusted: "Indeed, you dare to say that you are an eighth-level card maker. You really don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't worry about him. We don't have such things in our Si family." Si's father's tone was full of disgust and he didn't want to talk more.

Wen Shuojun, who was listening nearby, gradually lost his smile.

The students around also looked at each other in confusion.

Either you gloat over someone else's misfortune, or you feel sympathy for them, or you just sit there and watch the show.

Some even secretly took out their laptops and took photos.

Si Qingjiu blocked out all sounds and concentrated on drawing the cards with his mental power.

The chip in his hand looked very advanced, but it was actually just average. If he wasn't careful, it would break.

This was definitely done on purpose by Si Yuran, he wanted to trick him.

If the chip breaks down in the middle of production and he is dissatisfied and questioning it, the referee only needs to check the chip and will conclude that it is a high-quality chip.

In other words, the chip is so good, but it still breaks, which means it is useless.

Si Qingjiu was not surprised at all.

While doing this, Si Yuran secretly glanced at the person not far away with a frown on his face.

Why hasn't he stopped yet?

No scream either?

Is the chip still intact?

That's impossible. He specifically instructed it and received a reply.

He was still not sure, so he asked the system to check it again, and it was indeed what he wanted.

It would not support Si Qingjiu to create a card at all.

What's happening now?

Si Qingjiu used his mental power to draw the final stroke, then looked at the flash of light on the chip, announcing that it had become a successful card, and curled his lips.

He raised his eyes to look at the audience and said in a cheerful voice: "I'm done."!