Chapter 117: Zhao Manyan's Grand Dream, Crossing the West Siberian Plain
Time flies, and after several rounds of ups and downs, the National Government team's first training finally came to an end.
The mentors quietly arrived at the Naval City.
"How was the training this time?" Feng Li asked seriously as he sat opposite Wang Feng.
Wang Feng took a leisurely sip of his tea. "Overall, it's pretty good. Aside from Zhao Manyan and Nan Rongni making fatal mistakes during the first high tide, everyone else has met the standards."
"Ai Jiangtu, Nanjue, Mu Ningxue, Mo Fan, Jiang Shaoxu, and Mu Nujiao performed particularly well."
Feng Li nodded slightly: "If we have to eliminate one person, who do you think should be eliminated?"
"Choose one from Zu Jiming, Jiang Yu, Mu Tingying, and Nan Rongni." Wang Feng said in a flat tone.
"Where is Zhao Manyan?" Feng Li asked.
Wang Feng raised an eyebrow and asked, "The Zhao family is the largest sponsor of the Guofu team, and Zhao Manyan is the only defensive mage on the team, just a substitute. Does the instructor want to replace him?"
After a pause, he added, "Besides, our national team only has twelve people. Even if one of them comes up from the national pavilion, it won't be their turn to be eliminated, right?"
"It's just a routine inquiry." Feng Li stood up and straightened his clothes: "Get ready, we'll set off for the next training location tomorrow."
"Teacher, please stay!" Wang Feng suddenly called Feng Li to a stop, then said slowly, "Why don't you let me arrange the next training route?"
Feng Li was startled when he heard this, and looked at Wang Feng with a frown: "What on earth are you planning?"
"Teacher, if I'm not mistaken," Wang Feng tapped the table with his fingertips, "the next training route will be to countries like South Korea and India, right?"
Seeing Feng Li nod, Wang Feng suddenly sneered and stood up: "What kind of decent experience can these tiny countries have? It's just a formality to get the challenge chapter."
He walked to the window, his tone filled with disdain. "South Korea? Besides some despicable tricks, what else can they do? I don't want to be tricked by their dirty tricks like 'The Finger of God'."
"As for India," Wang Feng said as he turned around, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes. "What else can they do besides bragging? That filthy and messy environment is even more outrageous than poison magic!"
"The most terrifying thing is that if you go out there without a tin pot to protect your butt, you will be treated like a 'third sister-in-law' in a matter of minutes."
The corners of Feng Li's mouth twitched slightly. He opened his mouth but was speechless.
Because he knew that every word Wang Feng said was true.
Not long ago, the Chinese chess master was indeed tricked by a Korean player.
The situation in India is even more outrageous. Even the demons have to look back every three steps when they go out, for fear of being attacked from behind by the Indians.
"So where do you think we should go for training next?" Feng Li asked, rubbing his temple.
A gleam of light flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Russia, across the West Siberian plains."
…
Three days later, Tokyo Haneda Airport.
All members of the National Government team were ready to go. Surprisingly, this time the mentors were kind enough to give them a plane ticket for the first time ever.
"The sun is rising from the west?" Mo Fan nudged Zhao Manyan's arm and asked in a low voice, "Are we going to parachute out mid-flight?"
Zhao Manyan was about to respond when he saw Teacher Feng Li approaching with a cold face, and he immediately swallowed his words back.
"Next stop, Russia." Feng Li announced briefly.
"Russia?!"
Everyone said in unison and looked at each other.
It is a super magic power where magicians account for nearly 1/4 of the population, and the tough character of its people is world-famous.
"Don't look at me. This is your captain's decision. Wang Feng is fully responsible for all the training content along the way. Those who perform poorly will be directly demoted to the national team!" After saying that, he turned away.
After Feng Li walked away, everyone's eyes turned to Wang Feng.
"Captain, Captain," Jiang Yu gulped, "The second stop is to go to the Maozi's house. Isn't that too..."
Wang Feng didn't even glance at him and walked straight towards the boarding gate.
"Xiao Yu," Zhao Manyan said, his arm around Jiang Yu's neck with a playful smile. "If you're scared, just go back to China and give me your official team spot."
After saying that, he quickly caught up with Wang Feng.
"Hey, I didn't say I was scared." Jiang Yu muttered and quickly followed.
…
On the plane.
Zhao Manyan crossed his legs and stared intently at the blond stewardess in black stockings who was packing the luggage.
She made a sound of "tsk tsk, I didn't expect that such a pure appearance would have such a sexy purple underwear"
"It seems that the global route is making her very lonely~" He licked his lips.
As he spoke, he took out a small notebook from his pocket, the cover of which was covered with stickers of national flags of various countries.
He skillfully turned to the page about Russia, drew a line across it, and continued to stare at the stewardess with his hunter-like eyes.
Wang Feng followed his gaze - she was indeed a standard Slavic beauty, with skin as white as cream, blonde hair like a waterfall, and long, slender legs in black stockings that shone with an alluring luster under the cabin lights.
Looking down, Wang Feng suddenly noticed the "Zheng" mark after his country's icon on Zhao Manyan's notebook. He raised an eyebrow and asked:
"What is this? Why are there so many strokes?"
"Hehehe"
Zhao Manyan flashed his signature smirk, "Captain, haven't you heard of the 'orthographic counting method'? Every home run counts as one."
Wang Feng's eyes widened when he heard this.
He stared intently at the 'battle record book' in Zhao Manyan's hand. There were at least dozens of densely packed "positive" characters!
Especially on the page with the cherry blossom national flag, the few "正" characters in fresh ink are particularly eye-catching.
He suddenly remembered that Zhao Manyan had secretly come to him to treat his kidney deficiency two days ago, and suddenly he understood.
"Once I have painted the Chinese character '正' on all the national flags, my life will be worth it!"
Zhao Manyan proudly flipped through the notebook to show off, but found that Wang Feng was staring at him as if he were trash.
"Ahem. Don't look at me like that." He puffed out his chest and said righteously, "This is called having a global vision! I want the Zhao family's excellent genes to flourish and benefit all of humanity!"
Wang Feng's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:
"I hope you can live to see the day when all of them are gathered."
"Hey, that day will come!"
…
The plane landed at Yakutsk Airport, and the biting cold wind instantly gave everyone a sense of intimidation.
When the members of the National Government team heard Wang Feng's plan, everyone froze in place.
"Crossing the West Siberian Plain on foot?!" Jiang Yu's voice changed.
"Captain, are you crazy? That's the famous purple demon restricted area! There are more than a dozen demon tribes entrenched there!"
He originally thought he was just going to Moscow to challenge the opponent, but he never expected that he would have to cross this death zone.
"So what? Can it still be called experience without some danger?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked.
“But that’s the purple ban.”
Jiang Yu wanted to argue, but Mo Fan grabbed his shoulder.
"What are you afraid of?" Mo Fan grinned, revealing his signature smirk.
"Isn't Lao Wang coming along too? The purple zone is nothing! I've even waded through the black restricted area!"
(End of this chapter)
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