Chapter 68 I wish you success
Edith walked off the stage.
There was no applause, or any other sound.
The whispers just now seemed to disappear in an instant, and everyone's hands were suspended in the air, as if they wanted to applaud but didn't know whether they should.
Most people's brains don't work that quickly, and they can't understand Edith's meaning in a short time - even if they understand it, they will doubt whether they are wrong.
ah?
What did Edith just say?
"No, is this true..." Finally, after Edith's figure completely disappeared from the stands, many people reacted and started discussing again, "...Is she declaring war directly?"
The speaker raised his eyes upwards while speaking. A third person stood on the empty stands. The exquisitely dressed Prince Zebulun stood straight in front of the stage, looking a little dazed.
Announce in front of Zebulon that you can take first place? !
"Wow, this must have offended the royal family." The person next to him lowered his voice, "Your Highness must not directly say 'I can take first place'. This is too aggressive and seems too immodest. But if he does not refute, his momentum will naturally be inferior to Edith's, and he will not seem confident enough."
"It would be fine if I won in the end, I could use it as an excuse to prove that I have a calm personality, but if Edith really wins first place..."
The two looked at each other, their eyes full of interest in watching the fun.
“…Wow.”
…
Zebulon was indeed in a trance.
From childhood to adulthood, except Ursula, no one dared to say in front of him that they would definitely get first place - even his sister only dared to say a few words in private and never expressed her opinion in public.
"Be confident, but not arrogant." This is what the queen has always taught them. He has always believed that arrogance is a bad character.
But it seemed... Edith was not criticized for her arrogance. On the contrary, most people in the audience seemed to approve of her.
His worldview was briefly refreshed.
This confusion made him freeze for 2 seconds after he walked onto the stage before he began to recite his speech. This gaffe was a big mistake for him as a prince, but fortunately, not many people in the audience noticed it.
Everyone was talking about Edith, and not even Zebulon could distract them.
The leader paced back and forth anxiously, wanting to signal the people at the podium to make a sound to calm the students. But he was also afraid that the sound from the podium would drown out Zebulon's speech and ruin the performance. In the end, he could only look at Edith, the culprit, fiercely and snorted.
He actually didn't follow the speech he had reviewed!
"Don't be too arrogant. This will not be good for your future." He lowered his voice and said, "You can't offend His Royal Highness the Prince. As the future crown prince of the kingdom, he has enough power to drive you into a corner."
"Come with me later and apologize."
"First of all, he is not yet the crown prince. Her Highness the Princess is sitting in the center stand. Do you need me to call her over?" Edith said with ease, not even glancing at him. "Secondly, if such a small matter can make Zebulon unhappy, he doesn't seem very qualified to be the crown prince."
The leader was speechless.
As it stands now, the possibility of Her Royal Highness the Princess becoming the heir is much higher, and he doesn't want to offend her.
“…Okay, since you think you can get first place, show it to me.” The leader suddenly laughed.
The referee, the venue, and the opponents can all be controlled. It's time to teach this girl a lesson.
Zebulon quickly got back into shape, but because he felt guilty about the speech, he ultimately failed to show his charm. He just recited the script in a businesslike manner and walked off the stage.
Just as the leader was about to go up to apologize, he saw him squatting in front of Edith and extending his right hand.
"I hope to see you at the finals." He said in a calm tone and did not seem angry.
The leader stood there in a daze.
"Okay, I agree." Edith shrugged. "I wish you success in getting second place in this league."
Zebulon was amused. It was rare for him to encounter such a direct challenge, and he felt it was quite novel: "Thank you, and I wish you success in getting the second place."
It feels good to say this!
…
After the opening ceremony, Edith was led by the staff to the contestant seats. Not far away, a few friends who were staring at the entrance waved their hands frantically, jumping up and down to attract Edith's attention.
Edith: “…”
Thank you, but it's a bit embarrassing.
She sat between Bell and Mulin, with Lynch, Tuttle and Amy sitting behind her from left to right. The six of them formed a small circle, clearly separated from the seniors on the side.
"Hiss...all the sophomores are eliminated?" Edith didn't pay close attention to the group at the end of the final list. She glanced at it now and realized that she didn't see those sophomores.
"Yes, the second grade was wiped out, and no one from the fifth grade got in." Bell handed Edith a bottle of water. "Except for us, the rest are all third and fourth graders. The situation is similar to previous years."
However, in previous years, there would be one or two fifth-grade students in the finals, but this year all of them were disqualified due to cheating.
"There's nothing we can do. The third and fourth graders are the mainstream. We are the minority who are strong enough to break through the restrictions." Amy's hair on both sides was smoothed out today. It looked like it was specially styled. It was so exquisite that it didn't seem like he was from the same world as the others. He touched the new cufflinks he had specially put on, with a cold face, "We are the rule breakers."
"I hope this 'rule breaker' doesn't get eliminated in the first round of the competition." Tuttle added suddenly.
"By the way, how many rounds are there in the finals?" When Edith heard the words "first round", she suddenly remembered that she forgot to check the schedule.
"Excluding the loser's qualifying round, 100 will advance to 50 in one round, 50 to 25 in another round, one will be given a bye in the third round, 13 will advance to the fourth round, and one will be given a bye again, so a total of seven will advance to the finals." Tuttle knew the rules by heart, and immediately explained to Edith, "The finals will no longer be a one-on-one, crude game. Instead, it will be a round-robin game. Four people will draw lots and play one game each with three of them. The remaining three will play two games, and the top two will advance to the finals based on their winning rate."
"That means if you want to win all the way, you have to play 7 games in total." Edith did a simple calculation and nodded, "Not bad."
It is likely that the first two games will not be difficult, and you will encounter tough opponents later.
"The draw will be easy after that. We only have to draw 50 groups today, so it will probably take a long time." Bell didn't want to sit here and waste time. He looked at his watch frequently in annoyance. "When will it start?"
"Coming," Edith responded.
But even if she didn't speak, the other party knew that the drawing of lots was about to begin - the magic circle surrounding the training ground suddenly exerted force, and a huge protective shield rose from the ground, emitting soft starlight.
Faces began to appear in the sky.
"It's a colorful flower bug." Tuttle whispered, "This human face is not created by magic, but is formed by insects that have eaten flowers containing different colors. It requires extremely strong training and usually only appears on important occasions of large families."
The school is really rich.
The insects fluttered around in the air like a ball of mixed-colored cotton, and finally slowly froze, piecing together the appearance of the person who was drawn.
Edith frowned. "What kind of lottery is this? A random combination of bugs challenge?"
"No, actually the school leaders draw paper lots first, and then show the portraits of the winners to the colorful-winged flower insect."
...It sounds like there is a lot of room for maneuver.
Edith sighed, and watched the match quietly, thinking that she might as well make the best of it.
Finally, the six-member group became agitated, and everyone sat up straight and stared at the screen.
Edith is here!
In the sky, Edith's face suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. This picture seemed to be her matriculation portrait. At that time, Edith was wearing the simplest school robe, with her blonde hair neatly tied up, her arms folded across her chest, and her eyes were almost cold.
A few friends whistled and cheered wildly.
Edith coughed lightly and turned to look at the portrait beside her. After freezing her own portrait, the other contestant in the battle also began to screen. Insects flew densely in the empty square, and finally revealed the face of a man wearing glasses and looking weak.
The two portraits were locked and confirmed to be correct, and the commentary desk quickly made an announcement.
"Edith Griffin versus Longman Giles!"
"Damn it!" The applause from the audience drowned out all the discussion, but Amy screamed and slapped her thigh, "There must be something wrong!"
"How is it possible that I run into Langman in the first round? My luck is so bad!"
Edith was not very familiar with this person. She raised her eyebrows curiously and asked, "Who is he?"
"The biography of Louisa you read earlier was compiled by her family and put on the market." Tuttle said simply, "This Longman and Louisa have the same last name, Giles."
"Sounds like an old noble."
"Yes, they are old nobles with very high status." Amy continued, "There are many such noble kings, but most of them are just empty shells. Without a continuous supply of money, they will eventually disappear in history." For example, the Turner family.
But the Giles family is different.
Their ancestor Louisa left them too many ancient spells. Some of these spells have been replaced by modern magic, but most of them are unique and there is no way to break them. Unless the opponent puts on a powerful protective shield, it is difficult for him to survive more than 5 minutes under Langman's hands.
"Why did you pick the most difficult one right away..."
"It's really hard to fight." Tuttle's brows were still furrowed. He looked at Edith beside him and reminded her, "Generally speaking, only books on spells are placed in the inner library. Louisa is a rare person whose biography is locked up.
"The deeper it's hidden, the better the stuff must be. If you don't know how to prepare in advance, you can try going to the internal library - there's no guarantee you'll find anything there."
Edith nodded thoughtfully: "It's okay, the number of times just happened to be refreshed, and I still have to write a paper, so I was planning to go to the library."
It's time to get busy again.
Not far away.
Langman, who was finally picked, looked at his opponent in surprise: "First grade?"
"Yes, you got first place in the first round." His friend poked his shoulder, "It's lucky to be a first-year student, but it might be unlucky to be Edith. I wish you success."
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