Night rises and the next day arrives in a blink of an eye.

As soon as it was dawn, someone returned to the sword drawing platform. It happened to be the first young man to arrive yesterday.

"Your Royal Highness, good morning!"

The young gentleman bowed slightly to Artoria as if he were a nobleman.

It doesn't look as reserved as it was yesterday. It seems that the mentality has been adjusted.

"Well, there's no need to call it that. Just call me Principal. ”

Artoria corrected the salute a little helplessly, and glared fiercely at Zhou Yao next to him.

After discussing things last night, this guy didn't call her "Her Royal Highness the Princess" less.

As a result, Artoria now felt a strong sense of shame when she heard the title.

The people who use this term are generally residents of the University of Britain, and there is a history to be said.

Originally, it was just a casual title proposed by Artoria when the school was founded, mainly to replace her title of "King Arthur", but I didn't expect it to be remembered.

Not only remembered, but also passed down to the present. It can be said that the title of "Her Royal Highness the Princess" can be regarded as the black history of Artoria.

Zhou Yao made fun of it after learning about it. On several occasions, Artoria was eager to take out the Sword of Victory and slash Zhou Yao.

It is said that people will see the other side of each other after getting along for a long time.

Not long ago, Zhou Yao saw the black side of Artoria. Now, Zhou Yao's own serious image that he has always maintained in front of Artoria has also begun to crumble.

What the? Where does the serious image come from?

Therefore, outsiders can't understand that my height is unbearable!

Zhou Yao spread his hands helplessly.

Without going into any of that, let's get back to business.

After Artoria corrected the young man's name, others followed suit.

After a full day of fermentation, everyone's curiosity has undoubtedly risen to a new level. You can tell from the expressions on their faces.

It can be expected that today there will be people who can't help but step forward to try to draw their swords, but it is a problem of many people and few people.

Artoria stood in front of the sword drawing table, responding to everyone's greetings.

Zhou Yao and You sat on the other side, drinking tea and watching the excitement.

The plan has been drawn up, and it depends on whether any fish will be baited.

Zhou Yao took a sip of tea and glanced at the sword drawing platform from the corner of his eye.

Soon, the gathered crowd grew stronger. Almost everyone who came in was there.

Artoria and Zhou Yao glanced at each other and shook their heads in understanding.

She had just distinguished everyone under the cover of greeting. It is certain that there are still no puppets among these people.

This suggests that Ghasarami is not here, or has not yet made a move.

"Gentlemen, someone dares to come forward and draw their swords today."

Seeing that the time was almost right, Artoria looked around at the crowd and spoke.

Here she used a small agitation method and said an extra word "dare". Just one more word, the meaning of a sentence immediately changes the taste. It was as if I could hear a faint disappointment in it.

- No one tried to draw a sword on the first day, much to Artoria's disappointment!

Many people have the same idea in their minds.

Zhou Yao noticed the change in the expressions of the people around him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Who said that King Arthur didn't understand people's hearts, this is not very good at playing." ”

Of course, he just complained. Today's Artoria is no longer the Arthur King she once was, and it is okay to have a black belly, and what else is not to do.

"Your Highness! I'll be the first to draw my sword! ”

The method of agitation may not be useful, but there are always a few people who have a trick.

No, a burly young man stepped out of the crowd and petitioned Artoria.

"Very well, I remember your bravery. Go ahead. ”

Artoria nodded slightly, and turned sideways to move out of the way to the sword drawing platform.

The burly young man stepped forward and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword in the stone in full view of everyone.

"Hmmm! Not...... Well! ”

The burly young man's arms were strong, and he gathered his greatest strength into the palm of his hand, and the bulging green tendons could see how serious and desperate he was.

But the sword in the stone was motionless, and he didn't even react at all.

The burly young man's face turned from red to iron, and he felt that he had used all his strength to feed, but the sword could not be pulled out as if it was embedded in a stone.

A second, two seconds, until the burly young man's face turned red again.

But this time, it wasn't because of too much force, but because of the results.

Helplessly, after Artoria cast an inquiring gaze, the burly young man gave up in frustration.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd below, laughing at this stupid big man who dared to be the first to eat crabs by relying on his own body to be one of the best among everyone.

Although it was laughing, some people were even more hesitant to draw their swords.

"You're going to give it a try? Maybe it will work. ”

"Why don't you go yourself."

The sound of each other was everywhere, and slowly someone walked out of the crowd and approached the sword drawing platform.

After all, everything is difficult at the beginning, and no one wants to be the first loser, but the second one is not so worried.

Just like only the first place in the competition can win the championship, the rest of the people are still losers even if they are the runners-up. On the occasion of the moment, the first loser will be ridiculed by others, and the subsequent losers will be automatically set aside.

Translated into mental activity, it is: "Someone has already failed anyway, and no matter how much more I amend, it is not such a shameful thing." But if it succeeds, it will be a good thing for fame and fortune. ”

People who are willing to draw their swords line up and step forward one by one to draw their swords, and it is easy to see everyone's attitude problems when standing on the stage of "one draw determines the winner".

Some people who are self-aware or have little confidence in themselves come forward to draw their swords in a deep voice, and it is good to be able to pull it out, but if it can't be drawn, then forget it.

There are such people, and there will naturally be people who are full of confidence in themselves or full of desire to draw their swords. The former kind of people are okay to say, even if they are unwilling to show their faces after knowing that they are hopeless in drawing their swords, the latter kind of people are a little ugly, even if they can't pull it out, they have to hold the sword and pull it out, and they don't care if the blade cuts their fingers and arms.

Seeing Zhou Yao laugh for a while, many people were dumbfounded, and even more so that Artoria shook his head again and again.

How did this kind of goods pass the door of trial?

For the first time, Artoria began to regret that the trial door was set loosely.

But it's another thing to think about it and put it into action. Now the trial gate can screen out a third of the people, and if it is set more strictly, who knows how many people can pass.

Maybe if you're not careful, you might be wiped out. (To be continued.) )