220: Chapter 220 For the Glory of Shanghai Martial Arts University

"The roster for [Magic City Martial Arts University Team 2] is as follows:"

"Captain: Bai Zimo!"

"Team members: Cong Nanshan, Gu Changfeng, Ye Li, Junior Zhong Wu, Hao Yun..."

"And..."

Principal Pang Ban paused, his gaze shifting to the end of the line:

"The four substitute members for this expedition!"

"They are: Student Su Nuonuo from Class F, Student Mo Wu, and also..."

Upon hearing this arrangement, Su Nuonuo lowered her head, feeling somewhat disappointed, and twisted the corner of her shirt: "I still didn't manage to become a main team member..."

Although she had a blast exploding things in Pool 1, she still couldn't beat Xie Fuyao and the other two who caught up. Being able to squeeze into the top twenty was already a stroke of pure luck!

Beside her, Mo Wu showed no reaction; people almost forgot he was even standing there.

To him, it didn't matter whether he was a main member or a substitute, as long as he could go along with everyone. Besides, he was transparent everywhere he went anyway.

However.

The one with the biggest reaction was Jiang You, standing at the very front of the team.

When he heard that he was the "Team 1 Captain," while Su Nuonuo and Mo Wu were "substitutes."

Jiang You let out a long breath, a smile of relief appearing on his face, as if he had survived a disaster.

He secretly wiped away cold sweat and patted his chest with lingering fear:

"That was close! That was close!"

"Good thing I fought with all my might to win!"

"If I had lost, the unlucky person stuck doing manual labor, writing reports, and moving equipment would be me!"

Jiang You turned his head and looked at Su Nuonuo and Mo Wu behind him with a gaze full of pity, and even a hint of "schadenfreude."

"Nuonuo, Mo Wu..."

Jiang You silently prayed for his teammates in his heart:

"Don't blame your captain for not being loyal."

"That job is just too tiring. Staying up all night writing a three-thousand-word analysis report is something better left to you young people."

"Brother is old. Brother just wants to move his hands a little on the ring and then go back to the hotel to lie flat."

If Principal Pang Ban, who was speaking on stage, could hear Jiang You's inner thoughts, he would probably laugh like a pig on the spot.

Silly kid.

What you think a main member is: glamorous, finish the job and leave.

What a main member actually is: attending training, tactical planning, media interviews, taking the blame, working 24/7.

What you think a substitute is: writing reports, moving bricks.

What a substitute actually is: VIP spectator seats, unlimited snacks, all-expenses-paid travel, zero pressure.

But at this moment, Jiang You was still immersed in the immense joy of "I successfully avoided labor."

He straightened his back and, amidst envious and awestruck gazes, received the team flag handed over by Principal Pang.

"Student Jiang You, are you confident?" Principal Pang asked with a smile.

Jiang You waved the team flag vigorously and shouted:

"Yes!"

"In order not to write reports... ah, no! For the honor of Magic City Martial Arts University!"

...

Principal Pang gave another speech at the end, finally setting the departure time for eight o'clock in the morning three days later. During this time, everyone could relax a little.

The venue for the Hundred Schools League was arranged in the Imperial Capital.

The next three days were a time filled with tension and anticipation for the other students of Magic City Martial Arts University.

Early morning, the sun was bright.

Jiang You, who had just been promoted to "Team 1 Captain," in order to show his dignity as captain—or rather, because he didn't want to move—brought a lounge chair to the center of the Gymnasium. Wearing sunglasses and holding a cup of iced cola, he called it: "Sitting in command, coordinating the overall situation."

Around him, the workaholics of Class F were undergoing intense training.

"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight! Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine!"

Xiang Batian was doing squats while lifting the heavy truck tire the school used to transport equipment with one hand. Sweat poured down his body like rain, and his muscles were congested to the point of shining:

"This is not the limit of biomechanics! As long as my biceps are big enough, there is no defensive line I cannot smash through! Brother Jiang, do you think my posture is standard?"

Jiang You took a sip of cola, rolled over, and said perfunctorily: "Standard, very standard. It would be even better if you could put the tire down and not block me from sunbathing."

On the other side, Lu Xingye was facing a mirror, frantically practicing his... expression for drawing his sword.

"Not right, the look in my eyes is not cold enough."

"The tone of this line needs to be lower..."

"Ahem! Listen up! 'You have only one reason for defeat, and that is that you have angered this seat'... Hmm, this time it feels a bit better."

Lu Xingye turned his head and asked Jiang You seriously: "Jiang You, do you think I should wear a black trench coat to look slimmer when I go to the Imperial Capital, or should I wear the one with the cape to look more oppressive?"

Jiang You yawned: "I think you wearing a hospital gown would best fit your temperament."

Lu Xingye's eyes lit up: "A hospital gown? Going into battle with injuries? Are you talking about that sense of brokenness of 'being seriously injured but still crushing the whole field'? As expected of you! You understand me!"

"I'll go buy one outside right now!"

Jiang You: "..."

Watching Lu Xingye run out in a hurry, Jiang You suspected that this trip to the competition might turn into a large-scale performance art exhibition.

At this moment, Gou Fugui rushed into the Gymnasium carrying a huge woven bag, a fanatical smile typical of a profiteer on his face.

"Brother Jiang, why is old Lu in such a hurry?"

"What did he rush out to do?"

Jiang You answered truthfully: "He went to buy clothes."

Gou Fugui was stunned: "Buy clothes? Does this guy not have enough clothes to wear?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about him for now!"

"Brothers! The opportunity to get rich has arrived!"

"For this trip to the Imperial Capital, I have specially customized a batch of merchandise!"

With a clatter, he dumped the things in the bag onto the ground.

Pillows printed with Jiang You's dead-fish-eye avatar, T-shirts with the words "Class F Villain" written on them, and even "Sealing Bandages" identical to Lu Xingye's.

"Come, come, come, everyone try them on first to see if they fit!"

Gou Fugui took out another set of colorful clothes: "This is our team uniform version 2.0. The back is printed with our school's sponsor's advertisement. As long as we wear it for ten minutes during the match, we can get this amount!"

He held up five fingers.

Senior Ji Youyou walked over curiously at this moment. She looked at the T-shirt printed with "XX Pig Feed, everyone says it's good after eating it," and the corner of her mouth twitched:

"Fugui, if you dare to wear this, or trick others into wearing this on the field, I will stuff you into Su Nuonuo's cannon and launch you."

In the corner, Bai Lan was sitting in a pile of snacks piled up like a mountain, conducting the most rigorous "screening work."

"Hmm... potato chips take up too much space, just take five bags."

"Beef jerky is filling, take five catties!"

"Big Grey Wolf milk candy... take them all!"

Her small schoolbag, which was originally used to carry snacks, was now stuffed like a grenade about to explode.

Su Nuonuo was helping her advise on the side: "Xiaobai, you also need to bring grenades! There are many masters in the Imperial Capital, you should carry a few fragmentation grenades with you for self-defense. They fit perfectly in your skirt pocket!"

Jiang You watched this scene and helplessly covered his forehead.

"Is this my team?"

...

On the last night, Jiang You suffered from insomnia.

It wasn't because of nervousness, but because of excitement.

Lying on the bed, he had already planned the perfect "Imperial Capital Lie-Flat Roadmap" in his mind.

"Hehehe..."

Jiang You looked at the Imperial Capital travel guide on his phone and laughed out loud:

"When it's time to set off, I will pretend to hand over the command to Old Lu. He will definitely believe it and let him worry about tactics and such."

"Then I will use 'seclusion to gain enlightenment' as an excuse to hide in the hotel eating roast duck and mutton hot pot."

"During the match, I'll let Old Lu and Xie Fuyao and the others go up to fight, and I'll just cheer from behind."

"If I really encounter a tough opponent... I'll fake an illness! Or let Fugui go up and smash the opponent with money!"

"Perfect! It's a flawless plan!"

With infinite longing for a beautiful future, Jiang You finally fell into a deep sleep.

Even in his dreams, he dreamed that he was lying in a trophy, Principal Pang was fanning him with a fan, and Bai Lan was peeling grapes for him on the side.