The second round of the game is a little slower than the first round, after all, it is not a weak person who can pass the first round, and this group of people is not at a good level, and tug-of-war between each other abounds.

Guan Xiaofei and Ling Zijie are still sharp, they both completed the game cleanly, and successfully entered the third round, the two of them were among the best masters in the game before, but now they are only facing a game of hundreds of people, and the probability of encountering players of the same level is very low.

Only Big B, although he has been in the Internet café all the year round and is familiar with this game, he met a very strong player in the same group, and he almost didn't have much to parry, so he ended the game, and returned to the hall with a depressed expression and sat with Meng Hu.

Seeing that only Big B was eliminated in the second round, Meng Hu clenched his fists and secretly praised it in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it in front of Big B.

"It's okay, aren't there still Brother Jie and Xiaofei here, as long as they get the right to pilot the mecha, isn't it the pride of our dormitory." Meng Hu comforted Big B, but the guy didn't say anything, just nodded and gave a low sigh of gratitude.

In fact, Big B is not entangled in the matter of being eliminated, he is angry that Guan Xiaofei's guy has not been eliminated, that guy bragged all day long, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a master, but he actually survived two rounds, he was sulking about this matter.

At the end of the two rounds, about three-quarters of the players were eliminated, and they were all now sitting in the hall waiting for the start of the third round, while in the conference room on the fifth floor, Yang Xiaoman looked at the picture of Ling Zijie's game that had ended, and still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

Just now, Ling Zi was very sharp, without dragging his feet, just a few faces, the opponent's mecha had already been shattered, and her blood was boiling.

She often plays this game herself, but if she wants to do it to the level of Ling Zijie, she asks herself if she can't do it, so she is so excited when she watches Ling Zijie's game that she almost jumps up and yells, as if the person operating the mecha is herself.

"I didn't expect this guy to not only learn well, but also play games so sharply, what a freak." Yang Xiaoman said something from the bottom of his heart, and set his eyes on Lao Wang, who was sitting in front.

She knew that Ling Zijie was raised by this old guy who didn't do anything right, could it be that Ling Zijie's skills were taught by this old man? looked at Lao Wang Yang Xiaoman thinking silently in his heart, and then denied himself.

It should have been his godfather who taught him, this old guy doesn't look like a master at all, but his godfather looks like he has a majesty.

"The first two rounds are over, and there are only 115 players left in the room." Zhang Qiang's voice came, making Yang Xiaoman refocus his attention on the big screen.

"Next, these 115 players will be randomly matched, each of them will play five games, and then according to the points of the five games, the final determination of 100 mecha pilots."

When Zhang Qiang said these words, on the computer screen, the situation of more than 100 players in the competition room was quickly switched, and everyone had different expressions on their faces, either nervous or leisurely, all sitting quietly in the operation chair waiting for the upcoming third round of the competition.

Yang Xiaoman saw Ling Zijie, although it was only a short picture, he could still see the guy staring at the screen in front of him in a daze with an expressionless face, as if he was thinking about something.

"What was that guy thinking?" Yang Xiaoman bent his head and thought.

Ling Zijie didn't know that Yang Xiaoman had seen him, or even if he knew, he wouldn't care, he was now digesting the gains from the battle just now.

Although it seems to be only a short moment, the opponent is indeed not weak, especially his control of the mecha, although it still looks a little rusty, but he can see the opponent's strong adaptability.

The reason why he lost in his own hands was not because he was not strong, but because he may have never touched this game before, and judging from his performance in the game, he was at least at the level of Xiao Fei, but he was lucky to match himself.

"If I had given him a few more game experience, it might not have been as smooth as it had just been." Ling Zijie thought about it and gave such an evaluation in his heart.

"The third round is about to begin, so get ready." A voice sounded in the competition room, and Ling Zijie hurriedly drove those thoughts out and sat upright, waiting for the third round of matching.

"I can already meet a decent opponent in the second round, I don't know what will happen in the third round." Ling Zijie is now full of anticipation.

At the same time, the voice echoed in the hall at the same time, and the cacophony faded away, and everyone focused their attention again.

"Which is Brother Jay's game? There were too many matches just now, and I didn't find them. Meng Hu swiped his fingers across the back of the seat in front of him, a 14-inch screen with all the matches on it.

Big B didn't say anything after listening, reached out and quickly swiped a few times on the screen, and gently clicked into a game.

"This ......, isn't this Guan Xiaofei, I mean Brother Jie's game, how did you find out him." Meng Hu glanced at the mecha with the 'National Trick Pipe Championship Champion' on his head, and turned his head to look at Big B in confusion.

"Brother Jie's strength, I believe that it is not a problem for him to win all five battles, but, Guan Xiaofei, this kid, do you really believe what he said?" Big B looked at the screen and said to Meng Hu, then turned his head to look at Meng Hu, "Anyway, I don't believe it, don't you want to see that kid make a fool of himself?" ”

After Big B finished speaking, he laughed, he felt that in five games, even if this kid was lucky, it would be impossible for him to run into some small shrimps, there would always be something powerful for him to make his head, and he just wanted to see that kid's expression of being abused.

"Although he talked a little too much, it wasn't bragging to be able to enter the third round." Meng Hu muttered quietly.

"That's his luck, if Lao Tzu had a little better luck just now, I would have entered the third round." After Big B finished speaking, he lay down in the chair, Meng Hu was not very good at operating the display screen in front of him, so he had to sit back stupidly, waiting for the start of the game.

Although these two did not watch Ling Zijie's game, Yang Xiaoman fixed the picture on Ling Zijie's game early, although the duty of these people in the conference room was to observe the battle process of these students, understand their fighting methods, and then match the most suitable mecha according to their combat habits, but Yang Xiaoman seemed to have forgotten this task for a long time.

In the picture, Ranger No. 1, with the 'strongest transfer student' on his head, stands quietly in the void, waiting for the matching results.

"The third round begins, random matchmaking is underway, please wait."

"The match is over, here are the five opponents you're about to face."

In the competition room, a list was unfolded on the computer screen, which clearly showed the five opponents that each student would face next, but Ling Zijie was slightly stunned when he saw the list, and a very strange expression appeared on his face.

He saw that of the five opponents he faced, the last one was actually called: 'National Trick Pipe Championship Champion'.

On the other hand, Guan Xiaofei, who saw the 'strongest transfer student' on his list, also stared at him, and bit his tongue hard to determine if he was dreaming.

"The strongest transfer student." He read it word by word, and then pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed: "There is such a coincidental thing, it's not that the enemies don't get together, it's not bad at all." ”