This trainer is a billion points stronger

Unless both sides are of the same level, there is still a possibility of defeating Kodora.

After the match, Su Wei and Jia Shipeng took Jiang Jing out for dinner again.

This time we had a barbecue and Su Wei treated us again.

Looking at the skewers of meat on the table, he was not polite at all and just took one and started eating.

Su Wei said: "The city preliminaries are about to end, and the next step is the main competition."

"Jiang Jing, I think we should not meet too early."

"Otherwise you might not make it to the top eight."

Jiang Jing finished eating a bunch of skewers and said, "I really don't want to meet you Warren Middle School. Your strength this year is too terrifying."

"The ones I least want to meet are you and No. 1 Middle School. There is still some hope for other schools."

So the three of them ate and talked, and it took about half an hour before they finished.

After Jiang Jing left, Jia Shipeng asked curiously, "Didn't you say you wanted to recruit Jiang Jing?"

Su Wei said: "It's useless. Jiang Jing will not leave No. 8 Middle School."

"Besides, even if they wanted him to leave, the cost would be too high, and the school might not be willing to do so."

"But I think there is one person who is very promising."

Jia Shipeng asked: "Who?"

Su Wei took a sip of Fatty Happy Water and said, "No. 2 Middle School."

Jia Shipeng's eyes widened as he asked, "Are you sure he can come?"

Su Wei said: "Their school is almost rotten, why can't they come."

Jia Shipeng said: "If he can come, I will treat you to a meal."

Su Wei smiled and said, “Then just wait for the treat.”

……

The city preliminaries of No. 3 Middle School officially ended on March 5th.

After nearly five months, the city preliminaries finally ended.

Of course, now is not the time to rest. The main competition will start after a week of rest.

After the evening study session that day, everyone came to the battle hall.

Most of the people were nervous, some because of the eliminations today, and some because the upcoming games were the most important and each one was crucial.

After the training activity was over, a group of people started sitting in the rest area.

Coach Luo was discussing with the two assistant coaches.

After a while, Coach Luo picked up the microphone and said, "Everyone come and gather."

After everyone was standing, Coach Luo looked around and said, "I believe everyone knows what I am going to do."

"Then I won't waste any more words. For those students whose names I call out, congratulations on joining the school team. For those whose names I don't call out, you will be eliminated by default."

"Jiang Jing, Ye Zijin, Peng Yu, Cao Yanyan, Dong Leshan, Xiao Peng, Cheng Cheng, Zhang Haocheng, Wang Yichang."

"..."

The last person called was Liu Bin, the last member of the school team.

The roles of the five people whose names were not read out instantly changed.

None of them cried, but they all lowered their heads and looked depressed.

At this time, Coach Luo began to comfort them.

Ten minutes later, the remaining five people packed up their things and left.

After they left, there were only thirty people left at the scene.

Coach Luo coughed and said, "Okay, what I'm going to say next is very crucial."

"First of all, the main competition of the Rong City Elf League will begin in four days."

"The next matches are very important to us. They are not as casual as the preliminaries."

“Every game is very crucial. Some students may not be able to play, but they will still play next year. It is very necessary to accumulate some experience.”

In fact, those five seniors were the most miserable. They couldn't play in the main competition. Now with Jiang Jing, Ye Zijin, and Peng Yu, they are even less likely to play.

Of course, out of the fifteen sophomores, only three can play.

Every game is very important. If you win, you advance. If you lose, you go home and have to try again next year. There is no second chance.

So all the people who took to the field were the ten strongest people from their respective schools.

No. 8 Middle School was no exception. It was estimated that three of the main players of the school team would not be able to play this time, so their faces were not looking good, but no one said anything.

After all, in the school team, strength determines your position. If you don’t have strength, you can’t play.

……

City competition headquarters building.

It’s the same office and the same staff, but they haven’t been there for several months.

They all looked much more haggard, and their hair was really getting thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fat man stared at the two panda eyes, yawned, and continued typing on the computer.

While operating, he said, "It's finally over."

"As long as we get through tonight, the rest will be easy."

The thin man opposite picked up the Pikachu cup on the table. It contained thick coffee. He took a sip and said after a pause, "Yes!"

"Finally I'm going to relax. This month has been so tiring that I've even lost a lot of hair."

“I think I’ll have to consider getting a hair transplant this year.”

A tall man said, "The preliminaries are over. Next up is the most exciting finals of the year."

"But to be honest, there are a lot of potential newcomers born this year, and they have become the main force in the first year."

"Especially Zhang Xiuxian. I feel like he has no rivals at the five position."

At this time, a girl retorted: "That's not necessarily true, Jiang Jing can do it too."

The fat man said dissatisfiedly: "You are just crazy. Jiang Jing is just a little handsome. Although we have to admit that he is very strong, there is probably no opponent who can play the number six position."

"But it's still a little bit inferior to Zhang Xiuxian. You should have seen his wind speed dog. It's too strong."

Although the girl preferred the river view, the impression Zhang Xiuxian left on people was indeed too invincible.

Jiang Jing has always played the 10th and 9th positions, and occasionally the 8th position.

However, Zhang Xiuxian has always played at the eighth position, and even the seventh and sixth positions.

Compared to him, Jiang Jing is indeed not as good as Zhang Xiuxian.

At this time, the fat man suddenly said: "To be honest, I feel sorry for Jiang Jing."

"If he was in No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, or Warren Middle School, he would probably have a chance to play in the provincial competition, but he's in No. 8 Middle School, so it's hard for him to even make it to the quarterfinals."

"Pity!"

"Yes!"

Other staff members also felt sorry for Jiang Jing.

At this time, the girl suddenly said, "Isn't there a new individual competition tomorrow?"

“In fact, it is also an opportunity for Jiang Jing.”

"That's right!" the fat man agreed.

"Maybe by then we'll know who the strongest rookie is, instead of relying on guesswork."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

……

At this time, coaches from other schools also began to take action, and the main competition was where each school would perform.

Rongcheng No. 12 Middle School ranked 6th in the preliminary round this time. The highest individual ranking was Xu Yingpai, who ranked 100th with a winning rate of %.

The second place is Jiangjing, ranking 26th.

The third place is Lin Shanshan, ranked 58th.

A total of 32 schools were able to enter the finals.

Less than half of the schools make it to the finals.

The opponents for the main competition are determined by drawing lots.

The head coaches of all schools will be gathered in a hall, and a round transparent box will be placed on the drawing table in the middle of the hall.

There are countless small white balls in the middle of the box, and there are slips of paper with numbers inside.

Schools that draw the same number will compete against each other. The winner will advance to the next round, while the loser will go home and come back next year.

Jiang Jing and his friends were sitting on the sofa in the dormitory, watching the lottery meeting on TV.

This is in a spacious and high-end hall, with the head coaches from 32 schools sitting below.

Go up on stage to draw lots in a certain order.

A page is played on the large LED screen above the head, and the name of each school appears on it every time a number is drawn.

A number will appear after the school name on the screen.

The order of the draw is based on the preliminary rankings.

This is the ninth one now, and it will soon be No. 8 Middle School.

Liu Bin looked at the coach drawing lots on the TV screen and said, "Don't draw those strong schools!"

"But to be honest, Brother Jing should get it. Brother Jing is a lucky guy."

Jiang Jing smiled and said, "If I could go and draw, I would also like to go up and draw, but it's a pity that I'm not allowed to go up."

During this conversation, it was Coach Luo's turn. He was unusually calm. He had been drawing lots for five years, so it couldn't be said that he had drawn a particularly good lot.

But we have never been a non-leader, otherwise we wouldn’t be in the top 16 every year.

Luck is also a part of strength. If you are lucky, you might draw weak opponents in every round.

Coach Luo walked up to the stage and into the transparent box. A beautiful staff member pressed the button next to it.

The white sphere inside the entire transparent box began to rotate.

After it stopped, Coach Luo reached into the box and took out a small white ball.

Then he opened it in full view of everyone, took out the note inside, and unfolded it for everyone to see.

All the members of the No. 8 Middle School team were in front of the TV, looking at the numbers.

"14"

Number fourteen. When Jiang Jing saw the number 14, he saw the number 14 appear behind Rongcheng No. Middle School on the big screen.

Liu Bin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's great. Fortunately, we didn't play against the school in front of us. This way, we have a great chance of entering the top 16."

Sun Le said: "Let's get through the first round first."

Ten minutes later, another school drew the same number as No. 8 Middle School.

That was No. 12 Middle School. When Liu Bin saw this scene, he laughed out loud: "Great! It's No. 17 Middle School. There should be no problem in the first round."

"No. 17 Middle School is definitely one of the last two schools among the 32 schools. We have made it through the first round."

Jiang Jing smiled and said, "Indeed, we can. We don't have to worry about the first round."

……

Coach Luo came back in the evening and gathered everyone together.

Next to Coach Luo is an LCD screen, which was installed recently.