The person who spoke was none other than Murad, who was sitting next to Grian.

He was dressed in a sleek mage suit.

The gray hair was covered with a thin layer of hairspray and combed into a standard three-seven.

Murad gently patted the former's shoulder and said:

"It's just amazing."

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be called, right?"

"At a young age, you can reach lv13 in the first grade."

"Not only that, but you can also explore and cultivate your own signature skills, and even use them perfectly."

"In time, this little girl will definitely become an excellent mage."

Murad smiled and said:

"If only I had such a good student like you."

"I'm afraid I'm going to laugh when I dream!"

Grian replied lightly:

"Exaggeration."

Seeing that the other party looked a little cold, Murad's smile narrowed slightly.

"Hey!"

He let out a long sigh.

Murad showed a very nerve-wracking expression, shook his head and said:

"It's a pity."

"You said that you are such a good student, why do you have a soft spot for ice spells?"

"Isn't that your protégé?"

"Why aren't you interested in the spell theory you've tinkered with?"

Hear the words.

Grian's face changed slightly.

He ignored Murad's words, but quietly looked in the direction of the dueling arena.

It was halftime between the two games, and the cheerleaders were dancing passionately.

The large screen above the arena dome is also playing a replay of the battle on a loop.

Murad lowered his voice, as if smiling, and said with a hint of schadenfreude:

"Speaking of which, then I have to mention it."

"Young people nowadays are really becoming more and more impolite."

"The other day, when I was having dinner with a few students."

"A few people actually told me that Professor Grian's 'Tricky Fire School' is outdated!"

"What else do you say, 'Which serious young man still uses this kind of spell now?' or something like that!"

"I was so angry that I scolded him on the spot."

"If you don't know how to be polite, forget it, you still have a high eye, and you are so ambitious."

"An entry-level mage would dare to judge our archmage, Professor Grian?"

"I'm afraid I haven't been beaten by society......"

The more Murad spoke, the more excited he became, and he even couldn't stop.

Abozo, who was sitting on the other side of Grian, couldn't listen anymore, so he interjected:

"Teacher Murad, don't you have a class to attend this morning?"

"Why are you so relaxed and elegant to watch the freshman cup today?"

Murad's eyes rolled:

"Oh, indeed."

"Thanks for the reminder, otherwise I'd have forgotten about it."

"Look at it slowly."

"I wish you all the best of luck."

"It's best to be a secondary two teenager who likes to play with fire, hahaha~"

After standing up.

Murad patted his buttocks, then left the audience humming a pleasant ditty.

The vacant position was quickly filled by other teachers of the same level.

After all, it has always been.

The front row seats are all people who have something to sit on.

"The way that old thing speaks, it's still as bad as ever."

Aborzo whispered in Grian's ear.

He sent Murad away, in fact, only to make a small anger for the latter.

Murad's style of acting has always been more flamboyant, and he has also practiced the magic skills of yin and yang like a fish in water.

Therefore, in the Shengyao Academy, most of the colleagues are not very accustomed to Murad.

Murad, on the other hand, has always been not very good with Grian.

The main reason is that the former is an associate professor, while the latter is a professor.

Although there is only one word difference, the status and treatment of the two are completely different from the same order of magnitude.

Every year, there is only one place for the selection of professors.

Abozo seems to vaguely remember that it was in a certain year, when the college's year-end title was selected.

Confident, ambitious, and high-spirited, Murad.

Lost to Grian by a wide margin......

Since then, Murad has often spoken a few words of yin and yang, consciously or unconsciously, and has been-for-tat everywhere.

However, the saddest thing is that that year, Murad was already the closest to the title of professor......

Because for many years to come, Murad has been missing out on the professor, until now.

Today, Abozzo can see that Associate Professor Murad still seems to be quite obsessed with what happened back then......

In the past two years, the theory of spells that Grian has been studying has generated a lot of controversy in the circle of new generations of mages.

So from that point on.

Murad has been holding on to this matter.

Whenever he gets the opportunity, he has to hurt Grian, otherwise he will not feel comfortable......

And in the opinion of Abozo, who is several years older than the two.

Murad is simply a little kid who hasn't grown up, has been robbed of a lollipop and has to use a small notebook to hold grudges.

However, as a mentor who studies the direction of swordsmanship, Abozo really doesn't know much about the open and secret battles in the spell circle.

"Don't mention him, watch the game."

Grian smiled faintly: "This year's freshmen, the strength is still okay. ”

"yes."

"It's really a little higher quality than last year's batch."

"Many of the students in my class have already reached lv11."

Abozo nodded in agreement.

As he spoke, the words changed slightly, and he sighed again:

"But that being said."

"Except for your spell department."

"Among the other freshmen this year, I don't seem to have seen a few particularly amazing little guys......"

"I remember last year I also met a very interesting freshman, who seemed to be called Shigen or something......

"I can actually use the skills of the double sword flow, there is something to do."

"But I haven't seen any students like this this year."

Grian shook his head and smiled:

"What's the hurry?"

"The Freshman Cup has just begun."

"Wonderful places are still to ...... away"

Speaking of which.

The intermission ended just in time.

The sound of the announcement came from all sides of the arena.

……

"Coming to your next game!"

"Red and blue players are invited to enter the arena!"

In the arena, there were once again large cheers.

The two students of the next group of PK also entered from both ends of the arena and walked to the dueling table respectively.

At the same time, the information of the players on both sides was also projected on the big screen.

The next moment.

In the audience, there was an uproar.

Because on the big screen, something strange seems to be shown.

[BLU player: lv11 Troni]

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- Lv1's Freshman Cup player!?

Some people died, but not completely......