380: Chapter 380 Appearance

"Rumble—"

Accompanied by the heavy sound of mechanical gears turning, the massive red curtain behind the high platform, standing over ten meters tall, slowly pulled open to both sides.

A blinding spotlight struck down with a "swish," precisely converging in the center of the stage!

White mist created by dry ice rolled and surged along the stage floor, and an aura that was solemn, heavy, and full of "cool factor" rushed forward like a tangible force!

Within the mist, a full twenty upright figures stood in a row, firmly planted on the high platform!

That was the entire main team and substitutes of the Magic City Martial Arts University!

Today, this group of freaks, who were seen by the outside world as acting crazily and unpredictably, were surprisingly serious.

Everyone had changed into brand-new black-and-gold battle-pattern team uniforms that symbolized the highest honor of the Magic City Martial Arts University.

On the deep black fabric, dragon patterns with bared fangs and brandished claws were embroidered with dark gold thread, shimmering with a cold, metallic luster under the spotlight.

Looking at it, these twenty people standing together projected the iron-blooded aura of an army that had fought a hundred battles!

Xie Fuyao stood on the left side of the formation, with black weak water ripples faintly circulating around his body. His handsome face, which always carried a look of depression, was expressionless, and his deep eyes overlooked the crowd below like cold stars.

Gu Changfeng pressed one hand on the hilt of his long sword, his back straight, forcefully projecting the demeanor of a lofty and cold sword cultivator, completely unrecognizable from the comical figure who surrendered at the speed of light in the secret realm.

Lu Xingye stood on the right, the hem of his black-and-gold trench coat flapping in the wind. His long, slender fingers half-covered his single eye, and his whole body exuded a chuunibyou pressure of "peerless arrogance and the arrival of the abyss."

Junior Zhong Wu's petite frame carried a massive black coffin wrapped in iron chains, and the heavy pressure made the platform beneath her feet creak, maximizing the visual contrast.

Senior Ji Youyou curled her lips into a bewitching, shallow smile, her fingertips toying with a poison needle shimmering with purple light.

Qiu Yunan pushed up her intellectual-style glasses, and a few blue electric arcs that made one's scalp tingle occasionally surged across the surface of her team uniform.

Gou Fugui rarely put away his usual treacherous merchant expression. With his hands behind his back, he used his index finger to push up the reflective gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking for all the world like a mastermind calculating human hearts from behind the scenes.

Xiang Batian and Cong Nanshan stood side by side like two iron towers, their knotted muscles stretching the black-and-gold team uniform to the limit, exuding a fierce aura like humanoid beasts.

Ye Li, with dried twigs stuck in her hair, Su Nuonuo holding her plush bear, along with the sleepy, internet-addicted Senior Bai Zimo and the grinning fatty Hao Yun, all stood with their heads held high and chests out.

Even Mo Wu, who was usually nowhere to be seen, was specially arranged in a prominent position at this moment; although he appeared a bit awkward, he still stood straight.

And right in the center of this crowd of talented freaks with their auras fully unleashed! The captain of the first team of Magic City Martial Arts University, Jiang You, stood quietly in the seat of the throne that belonged to the absolute center position.

He had his hands in his team uniform's pockets, not deliberately striking any cool poses like the others.

Jiang You just lowered his eyelids slightly, his signature dead-fish eyes half-open and half-closed, seemingly unable to muster the slightest interest in the grand awards ceremony with its roaring salute cannons.

"So sleepy..."

Jiang You let out an extremely painful wail in his heart, his eyelids dropping as if filled with lead.

"Is that old man Principal Pang Ban crazy? It's six o'clock in the morning! The sky isn't even bright yet, and he forcefully shook me awake from my bed using the qi and blood of a Fifth-Order Grandmaster!"

"Not only did he shake me awake, but he also forcibly shoved this tight, crappy team uniform onto me, forcing the twenty of us to stand behind this crappy curtain for a full two hours!"

"Standing at attention is one thing, but he even threatened us that whoever dares to move and ruin the formation will have a year's worth of credits deducted when we get back!"

Jiang You quietly yawned and, taking advantage of no one paying attention, shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot.

Right now, his mind was only filled with the desire to finish this quickly and go back to the hotel to catch up on sleep.

As for why the crowd below was looking at him with such ghostly expressions, he didn't want to care at all.

Anyway, the Brain circuits of these geniuses were never quite normal.

And on the very edge of the formation. Principal Pang Ban even used some hair gel today, combing his gray hair meticulously.

He wore a new, high-end black suit that had been urgently custom-made overnight, with a large red flower pinned to his chest. His hands were behind his back, and he held his chin so high it seemed like he wanted to lift it to the sky; the smug smile on his old face was even brighter than a sunflower.

The atmosphere outside was solemn and grave, but beneath Jiang You's calm exterior, the [Organ Chat Group] in his internal world had long since exploded.

[Kidneys (writhing frantically in the consciousness space, their surface even shimmering with a layer of oily luster)]: "Brothers! Look at me!"

"I spent a full hour this morning giving myself a comprehensive deep-detox treatment!"

"For this awards ceremony, with my full color and perfect curvature, once we're on the nationwide livestream later, I'll definitely be the most photogenic one!"

[Brain (sitting on the throne, slowly and methodically pushing up reflective glasses, letting out a merciless cold laugh)]: "You idiot. Did you filter your Brain out along with the urine?"

"We are currently hidden inside the Slacker Ruler's stomach! Outside are official cameras, not a hospital CT scanner! No matter how brightly you maintain yourself, can you really shine through his belly?"

[Kidneys (petrified on the spot, their luster visibly dimming)]: "Ah? They can't film me? Then wasn't my hour of maintenance all for nothing!"

[Legs (shaking non-stop in triumph)]: "Hehe, it doesn't matter, at least I'm wearing new socks today."

"If the official cameras give a close-up later, these long Legs of mine will definitely charm thousands of young girls!"

[Right Hand (clenched into a fist irritably, knuckles cracking)]: "Enough, all of you shut up! Stop embarrassing yourselves here!"

"I only want to know one thing: how heavy is that trophy?"

"If that Slacker Ruler has to go receive it later, I'll definitely pinch a fingerprint into it with one hand to show everyone some real skill!"

The organs were chattering away in the stomach, completely disregarding this awards ceremony that had the attention of the entire Great Xia.

At this moment, President Xia Yun on the high platform lifted the heavy golden dragon trophy, cleared his throat, and prepared to conduct the final award ceremony.

However, just as the atmosphere was hyped to its peak and all the spotlights were shining on the Magic City Martial Arts University group.

"Bang!"

In the crowd below, someone, who knows who, fiercely smashed the mineral water bottle in their hand onto the ground.

Immediately following, a harsh roar full of sourness and jealousy pierced through the brief silence of the entire venue: "What are you acting so smug for! Isn't it just a trash team that relied on luck to pick up scraps!"