Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

"...This is the general situation of the Chinese team." Fritz took a sip of water and sat down. "In the last game, we exposed a lot of things in order to win a big score. The opponent may have made preparations for this. Therefore, in addition to understanding the composition of the Chinese team today, the most important thing is to draw up a rough list of players..."

"I think it's not much different from the last game." Jacob, the battle mage of the German team, shrugged. "I'm quite interested in the battle mage of the Chinese team. He's called the God of Fighting there, right?"

The teammates around him shook their heads: "It's not that he became the God of Fighting..."

"It doesn't matter. I just want to fight the battle mage." Jacob thought about it. He didn't even look at things like background checks.

The national team members below started to discuss, only the Grimm brothers were still concentrating on looking at each other's information.

……

There is really not a single one of these guys that can make people worry-free.

Fritz felt exhausted, so he ignored those guys and looked at the Green brothers first: "Green, what do you think? Can we still play in the doubles match?"

Brother Green thought for a moment and nodded. "No problem. My condition has recovered well. I hope to meet that swordsman. His operation is very powerful and he is better at grasping opportunities than me. I want to try to see if he can find my flaws when I am at full strength, so that I can get a greater improvement."

Brother Green shrugged: "That's fine with me, but I'd rather fight with Team Huaxia's Fanhua Xuejing."

"Okay, then the doubles match will still be handed over to you. However, for the third match against the Danish team, I will arrange for someone else to take over for you. Take this opportunity to adjust your condition to perfection."

"No problem." The Grimm brothers nodded at the same time.

"Then as for the individual competition..." Looking at the chaotic noise below, Fritz felt a headache: "Enough, listen to me, the current tentative plan is...

Hans, you go first."

"OK, no problem." A young man with natural short fiery red hair made a gesture.

The German team's fighting family, rogue professional operator, Hans.

"Second place, Florian, don't let people down," Fritz said.

The black-haired young man, one of the few who sat there quietly, nodded without answering Fritz's words.

Germany's dark night system, ninja professional operator, Florian.

"For the last position..."

"Me, me, me, let me go, I'll be the finale!"

"Why are you playing? Your performance in the last game wasn't that good!"

"I just got a little excited during the fight."

"Let me do it!"

"I!"

Fritz sighed, "That's enough. I'll take the third position myself. The doubles competition will be handed over to the Grimm brothers. Now it's the team competition. I'll assist the main attacker Jacob, the breakthrough player Friedrich, the healer Max, and the long-range damage player Leo. The sixth player is Florian."

"By..."

"This is just a preliminary draft. I will make a final decision after studying it with the two team leaders." Fritz said before any objections could be raised: "That's it. After lunch, we will take a one-hour lunch break and then gather in the training room at the venue. The meeting is adjourned!"

……

"Huh? What are you looking at, Old Han?" Zhao Yang, who had just finished his exercise, asked with some confusion.

He had just finished exercising and was planning to go to the training room to train for a while to maintain his condition, but when he passed by the meeting room, he found the door was open. He looked inside and saw Han Wenqing sitting alone in the training room watching the game.

This is a video of the World Invitational Tournament, but it is not the last match of the Chinese team, but another match between the German team and the Australian team. "Nothing, just watching." Han Wenqing shook his head calmly.

Zhao Yang glanced at the things in Han Wenqing's hand: "Hiss... You did more than just look at it, did you? You memorized so many things? Eh? This is not the team analysis of the German team, but the Australian team?"

"With the four of them here, it won't be a problem to analyze and study the opponent. I'll just summarize the relevant content in advance to help them save some time..."

Just more rest time.

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment. Although Han Wenqing did not accept the invitation to the World Invitational Tournament, he was also making his own efforts for the World Invitational Tournament in his own way.

If you don't participate in the World Invitational, are you afraid that your current condition will drag down the team?
If Lao Han participated in the World Invitational, someone would definitely withdraw, and judging from the playing style, it would most likely be Tang Hao. After all, the two have similar styles and are of the same profession...

Without Tang Hao, the Chinese team's already poor rotation may become even more difficult.

This old Han is used to speaking in a tough manner. Even when he is helping, he seems to be saying, "I think you are not good enough, so I am giving you a solution."

Don't expect to hear any soft words from Captain Han.

Zhao Yang pulled out a chair and took out a piece of paper: "Then I'll come too, check it out, and help you share the burden."

Han Wenqing glanced at Zhao Yang, neither agreeing nor refusing.

"By the way, the German team in the next game is a strong opponent. It seems that they are not weaker than the five seeded teams. I think those guys will be fine..." Zhao Yang twirled the pen. He did not doubt the intention of the Chinese team at all, but... it was indeed a bit boring to stay with Han Wenqing, and he had to find something to share the pressure.

"They're fine." Han Wenqing continued to organize the things at hand, separating his subjective opinions from objective facts.

"Well, that's what I thought too..." Zhao Yang smiled.

Isn't this a person who can say nice things? It's a pity that he only says them behind someone's back.

City B, Weicao Club

The video of the doubles match between the Australian team and the German team was constantly replaying in Liu Xiaobie's dormitory.

Slow down, slow down again, pause, think, and finally return to the original state of the title. The fingers continue to tap on the keyboard, and finally a document is formed.

Send to Captain...

Stay and let out a sigh, resting your hands behind your head.

That guy's swordsmanship level...

"Ding dong!"

Liu Xiaobie sat up immediately: "Captain, this is the analysis data on Brother Tsushima's swordsman that I compiled, it may be of some use..."

Wang Buliuxing: [You have been of great help, Xiaobie. ]

Liu Xiaobie: [Hey, Captain, what you said is right... By the way, remember to tell Huang Shaotian that if he doesn't meet him, it's fine. But if he does, and if he loses to that swordsman, he should give up his position as the swordsman!]

……

Wang Buliuxing: [Okay, I’ll pass it on…]

Don’t lose, Huang Shaotian.

(End of this chapter)