Chapter 62: The Battle for the Top Three Rankings (1)
This game was easy and enjoyable, and Lin Miao's four bodyguards were also very happy.
"Will we still be able to play pig farming in the future? It's fun! Mo Weiwei sighed.
"Of course you're happy, you don't have to think about the output."
Xu Zilu looked at the four bastards in national uniforms in front of him and sighed meaningfully.
"Are you unhappy being a pig?" Lin Miao looked disgusted, "You can't play this routine all the time, we are borrowing the version advantage now." This version of Hou Yi is unsolvable. When the version is updated, or Hou Yi is banned, our pig flow will not have such an advantage. ”
"Harm!" Mo Weiwei looked pityful, "I hope that the next time we face each other, the other side will still be unable to help Hou Yi, so that we can win the championship!" ”
Now that the kindergarten team has been promoted to the top three, it can represent the school in the Hangzhou University League. The top three teams will receive prize money, and there will be a matchup to determine the amount of prize money to determine the ranking.
The prize money for the champion of the campus competition is 20,000 yuan, the runner-up prize is 10,000 yuan, and the third place prize is 8,000 yuan.
This bonus will definitely be shared equally by teammates at that time, and if it is the third place, one person can only get more than 1,000 yuan. But the champion is different, each person can get 4,000 yuan.
Of course, Lin Miao is very greedy for the prize money of this champion!
The Kindergarten team was the first team to end the duel, so the five of them planned to go for lunch first and then take a break. The battle for the top three rankings is in the afternoon, and Lin Miao and they have to discuss the strategy.
"In the afternoon we have to play against the other two winning teams, at least two sets. If we win both sets, then we are directly the champions. If we lose a set, we can only hope that none of the other two teams will win in a row, otherwise we will not be able to win the championship. ”
Lin Miao and the others explained that the format of the ranking battle in the afternoon was actually a rotation duel.
"What if Hou Yi is banned in the afternoon? We've played two games of Hou Yi, and we may not be so lucky to be able to grab Hou Yi in the back. An Ling asked Lin Miao.
"Hou Yi is gone, it's okay, I'll have other shooters, as long as I have meat to protect me." Xu Zilu looked confident.
"If there is no Hou Yi, we can no longer play pig streaming, and other shooters do not have such a strong explosion as Hou Yi."
"Neither can Garo?" Mo Weiwei scratched the back of her head.
Lin Miao shook his head, "Jia Luo is not as powerful as Hou Yi in the early stage, if the opposite jungler and mid lane skills are good, and Jia Luo is caught all the way, Jia Luo is absolutely self-contained." ”
"We can't always rely on pig breeding, and when there is no Houyi, we will play directly according to the lineup like in the preliminary round, which is safer."
"Good!" The others nodded in agreement with Lin Miao's statement.
Being able to advance to the top three is something Lin Miao expected. But for the matter of winning the championship, Lin Miao's heart is a little bottomless. She couldn't help but think of Feng Yin, it wasn't that Lin Miao was afraid of Feng Yin, it was just that she felt that Feng Yin's team would be a strong opponent for them to win the championship.
Although they still don't know who the other two winning teams are, Lin Miao's intuition is unlikely that Fengyin's team won't even be able to make it to the top three.
When Lin Miao was in a daze, her mobile phone vibrate. She picked up her phone and looked at it, and it turned out that Jiang Chenbei had sent her a message.
Are all the pros so idle these days?
Jiang Chenbei: I hope that one day, I can meet a waste assistant, she looked at me and said pitifully, "Dad, take me." ”
Lin Miao: ???
Lin Miao: What do you want to express?
Jiang Chenbei: Nothing
Jiang Chenbei: Do you play games? You help me
Lin Miao: Get out