By the time they finished discussing the subject, dawn had fully broken.
After cultivating all night, Zhou Sining was hungry too. He washed up, then went to the cafeteria with Mu Nujiao for breakfast.
"Who are we fighting next?"
Zhou Sining had spent three or four days lying around in the hotel, doing nothing but cultivating. He hadn't paid the slightest attention to the World Academy Competition schedule.
"Spain. The mentors have already picked the lineup: Mo Fan, Nan Jue, Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Rongni, and Zu Jiming... Apparently, Mo Fan offended some Spanish royal, and they specifically demanded that he take the field," Mu Nujiao said.
"Four supports and one artillery piece? Has Feng Li lost his damn mind?" The corner of Zhou Sining's mouth twitched.
"It's mainly because of the previous three matches. Against the United Kingdom, we fielded Ai Jiangtu, you, me, and Mu Ningxue. Against Japan, it was Ai Jiangtu, me, and Mu Ningxue. Against South Korea, it was Jiang Yu, Guan Yu, Nan Jue, Mu Tingying, and Li Kaifeng..."
After a pause, Mu Nujiao continued, "Anyway, Mo Fan hasn't played yet, and we happen to be facing Spain this time. They're above average, but not particularly troublesome. Mo Fan can handle the damage output, giving Nan Rongni and the others a chance to show their faces and prove themselves... We've already won three matches, so we have the best chance of advancing. Even if we lose this one, it won't matter."
"What a fucking pragmatic reason," Zhou Sining grumbled.
But there was no helping it. That was the reality.
With all the attention the World Academy Competition attracted, those families and factions had fought tooth and nail to get their people onto the team. If they couldn't play even one match or get a single moment