This trainer is a billion points stronger

"You can refer to it after you're halfway through the game. Every year, the top sixteen schools advance to the finals, so don't be too anxious."

"You just need to fight well in every battle."

Then Jiang Jing clicked on his personal record, and there were more names.

Jiang Jing looked through them slowly one by one, and finally saw his name at the 120th place.

No.120: River view (Rongcheng No. Middle School)

Record: 2 wins and 0 losses

Win rate: 100%

……

As expected, it has no reference value. Those ranked at the top are students from top schools such as No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School.

Of course, most of the main members are not here because they didn’t fight.

"Oh my god, the highest ranked student in our school is actually Senior Afeng and he's only ranked 102nd. That's really low." Cheng Cheng exclaimed in amazement.

Shi Lei smiled and said, "This has no value now."

"And you haven't heard of this common sense, right?"

"That is, the school team's record is based on the number of wins."

"Personal performance is based on winning percentage."

"Of course, in terms of individual win rates, if your win rates are the same, the higher the number you play, the higher your ranking will naturally be."

"Is that so?" Everyone said they had learned something and gained new insights.

Before they knew it, they were chatting until the end of training.

After everyone dispersed, Jiang Jing and Zhang Haocheng went to the Longxiang Elf Training Hall for training.

Also traveling with them was Cheng Cheng, who also bought a monthly pass for a private room at the Longxiang Elf Training Hall.

This made Jiang Jing sigh that Cheng Cheng was now a small wealthy woman.

However, in the middle of the training, he received another order. He looked at the order timed at 10:50 and the price was 3500 yuan.

Seeing this, Jiang Jing accepted the order without hesitation as time permitted and took a Didi to go there.

……

Friday morning, the weather was a bit gloomy and cloudy.

Inside the office in the fighting hall, it is a simple small office.

There was just a simple crimson desk, a filing cabinet, a few chairs, and a small table, nothing else.

Coach Luo was also drinking tea, and his tea set was out of place in his office.

Coach Chen took a sip of the freshly brewed tea, feeling the bitterness on his taste buds and then the sweetness at the end.

He didn't know how to drink tea originally, but since he became the assistant coach, Coach Luo has been taking him to drink tea every day.

I got a feel for the scene and gradually fell in love with drinking tea.

Coach Xiao Li looked at the two people's almost synchronized movements and sighed secretly. Xiao Chen has now gradually turned into the shape of Coach Luo.

At this time, Coach Chen asked, "Luo Tou, how do you plan to arrange the players for today's match? After all, our opponent is Qiao Zhong."

Coach Luo pondered for a moment and said, "After all, it's still the preliminary round, and everyone is testing the strength of each school."

"I think we should give newcomers some opportunities to practice."

"Xu Ying, Lin Shanshan, Shi Lei, Yu Siya, Jiang Jing, Ye Zijin, the others will remain as usual."

Xiao Chen asked in confusion, "What about Peng Yu? And it's not a good idea to let Jiang Jing and Ye Zijin go now, right?"

Coach Luo said calmly: "It's okay, their strength is actually enough, and it's just one game, the impact is not that big."

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "I understand."

"I don't know what the quality of the new students in Qiaozhong will be this year. Tomorrow may be a good opportunity."

Coach Xiao Li said: "That's not necessarily the case. Even if there are good seedlings, they may not be sent out so early."

"It's not like we were pulled out to fight directly."

Coach Luo said, "Humph, tomorrow we will crush them with a fair and square momentum."

"We are determined to get a spot in the quarterfinals this year."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Jiang Jing came back from outside happily and brought Liu Bin a portion of his favorite fried rice noodles.

It’s really getting easier to make money nowadays.

If you go to the battle hall and defeat your opponent in three minutes, you can earn 1500 yuan.

Including the time for traveling back and forth and the time for fighting, he can now really earn 1500 yuan per hour.

I guess Prince Bo will be able to join in next time, so there’s no need to keep Kodora on board all the time. It’s a bit of a waste of resources.

Before going to bed, Jiang Jing took another look at the iron dumbbell elf egg in the incubation cabin.

Now, by touching the elf, I can feel its warmth and the vitality contained in it.

He had a feeling that it would be soon before he would meet the iron dumbbell.

He is looking forward to the birth of the quasi-magic iron dumbbell.

……

I had lunch the next afternoon.

After Jiang Jing and others rested in the dormitory, they came to the battle hall.

Today's match was held at No. 8 Middle School. When they arrived at the match hall, there were already many staff members setting up the scene.

Coach Chen said to the students who had already arrived: "Everyone, you have nothing to do anyway, so you can go train and warm up when you get here."

While Jiang Jing and others were warming up, the main players from other school teams gradually arrived.

Xu Ying and Lin Shanshan also came. Since the first week, several main players of the school team have not come to the training in the competition hall.

Only Shi Lei and Yu Siya come here often.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye the entire battle hall was set up, and the other three arenas were all replaced with audience seats.

The school team's rest area has also been expanded.

At the same time, some students ran over and quickly occupied the front row seats.

There was really some running. In the first few minutes, everyone ran very fast just for the front row seats.

When they came out of the training room, the first few rows were already full of people.

Some are chatting, some are working, it’s bustling and lively.

When everyone was sitting in the rest area, Coach Luo also picked up the tablet and said, "Today's list of players includes Xu Ying, Lin Shanshan, Ruan Xiao, Yu Siya, Shi Lei, Zhou Fei, Ye Zijin, Jiang Jing..."

"The ten of you are ready to go on stage."

After hearing Coach Luo's arrangement, everyone was shocked, especially several members of the school team, who could not play.

His expression changed slightly, but he did not question Coach Luo. After all, it was only the third game.

They found reasons to comfort themselves.

"Oh my god, Brother Jing, you're going to do it again."

"But this time, Qiao Middle School is different from No. 20 Middle School and No. 15 Middle School from the past two days."

"They are very strong. Before school started, the game between the school team and Overseas Chinese Middle School was very tense." Liu Bin said worriedly.

Jiang Jing said: "Of course I know this, but there is no need to be too nervous, just play steadily."

Liu Bin nodded and said, "Come on, Brother Jing, don't be a coward."

……

At 7:, the auditorium was almost full.

Almost everyone from Jiangjing Class 8 came, including Lao Lin, who was sitting in the audience to watch.

At the same time, the exit on the other side opened and a group of people, both men and women, wearing the same school uniform, walked out.

Their expressions were indifferent, even a little arrogant. Some of them were still laughing, while the few people who came out later had serious and cold expressions.

This is a nervous expression, and Jiang Jing and his companions looked very similar to them when they went to battle for the first time.

They were members of the Qiao Middle School team. When they sat down, they began to chat while also observing the students of No. 8 Middle School.

Jiang Jing roughly counted that there were about 18 students coming to Qiao Zhong this time. There were six who looked like newcomers, and the rest were old ones.

When the people from Qiao Middle School saw dozens of people sitting in the rest area of ​​No. 8 Middle School, they were obviously shocked.

One of the boys with curly hair and a lot of beard said in shock: "Oh my god, why are there so many people? Are they going to fight?"

"What's going on with No. 8 Middle School? They recruited so many people into the school team. Isn't this ridiculous?"

Another thin man stretched out his blue finger and said in a thin voice, "Oh, so many people don't know their strengths, and they don't seem to be very good?"

"It feels like No. 8 Middle School is going backwards. I don't know how much its strength has declined."

"Anyway, this year we at Qiaozhong Middle School must defeat No. 8 Middle School and advance to the quarterfinals."

At this time, a plump and beautiful girl next to them said, "Don't be so careless."

"If you lose the game this time because of your carelessness, I will skin you alive when I get back."

Lan pointed at the boy and said, "Why worry? There are two geniuses in our school this year."

"It only takes a few months for him to become a regular on the school team. There's no way we can lose."

"Yes, Sister Wenxin, there is nothing to worry about." A girl said with a smile.

Seeing that no one seemed to care, the beautiful girl didn't know what to say.

In fact, he had the same idea in his mind, but her inherent vigilance prevented her from being careless.

So I had to do it. It was only the third game of the preliminaries anyway, so I took my time.

……

Time passed slowly, and at 7:40, the coaches of both teams handed over their rosters to the official staff.

The head coach of Qiaozhong is an older middle-aged woman who is wearing a black long skirt and is dressed quite fashionably.

The female coach smiled and said, "Coach Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you have any good talents this year?"

Coach Luo responded: "It's been a long time since we last met. It's still the same as before. I don't know who the good seedlings are. I just ranked them according to their performance."

The female coach didn't believe Coach Luo's nonsense, so she laughed and said, "It seems that we can only find out from the game. I wonder how much the strength of your No. 8 Middle School has improved this year."

"Anyway, our Overseas Chinese High School is aiming to reach the quarterfinals this year."

“No one can stop us.”

Coach Luo said lightly: "Then I wish you good luck."

When he turned and left, his expression instantly became solemn.

He is also an old rival of Qiao Zhong and is relatively familiar with the other party's character.

If they were not absolutely sure, they would never have said such things. It seems that there are really some good talents in their class.

The female coach also looked serious after returning. She knew him and she also knew what kind of person Coach Luo was.

The one who understands you is often your opponent.

Coach Luo is an old fox. He never tells others about good things, so people can't see it.

But this year Coach Luo was too calm, which showed that he was confident.

Sure enough, they do have some good talents, but I wonder if they will appear in this list?

However, based on Coach Luo's past experience, this is really possible.

His teaching philosophy is to crush the enemy with integrity and without any other conspiracies or tricks.

Soon, the four LED lights above the head began to announce the names of the players. When the female coach saw the two unfamiliar people on the list, she smiled and said, "As expected, they are two newcomers."

So he turned to the beautiful girl and the others beside him and said, "You will meet the guy named Jiang Jing and Ye Zijin later, so be careful."