"Okay then."

Meng Luo looked at Yuan Kuan's eyes, and finally nodded.

It's always better to have one more friend than multiple opponents.

"Well, that's it."

Yuan Kuan nodded heavily, didn't linger long, smiled at Ye Yu and the others, and then left.

After Yuan Kuan left, Jiang Xinyao sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Meng Luo asked.

"This ingots club used to be an A-level club, but unfortunately the team's eyesight is getting worse and worse, and they are unwilling to bring in reinforcements, they are all relying on their own people to fight, and this year it fell to the N-level."

"Yuan Kuan is the best among these people, but he is only a golden one, and I am afraid it will be difficult to rush back to the A-level event in the future."

Ye Yu was also on the side to help introduce.

Their FG girl group is from Yuancheng, so they have a certain understanding and cooperation with many clubs in this city.

Jiang Xinyao only said Yuan Kuan's identity directly at the beginning, which is also the reason.

Unfortunately, many small clubs are now relying on buying from larger clubs, or leasing them, to temporarily improve the fighting power of their clubs.

Then hit the higher competitions to help the club make money and profit.

Although this method can be effective for a short time, after the core of the team leaves, it will quickly become depressed.

Develop new players in their own club, let them stand alone, and then develop a sense of belonging to the club so that they don't leave casually.

That's what a good club should look like.

It's a pity that there aren't many people who can stick to it like this.

The Ingot Club is one such one, they first cultivate from themselves, and then give more opportunities to some newcomers.

However, their operating model still can't compare with the former in the short term.

Therefore, there is no way to be eliminated and relegated.

"I think Yuan Kuan's strength is okay, and if you give some time, you can still rush back, besides, where the club can go on this road usually depends on the overall level of the club, not a certain player."

"It's just that most clubs in the world don't think so."

Meng Luo shook his head, and Yuan Jian's figure flashed in his heart.

There is such a strong person in the Ingot Club, even if he is lonely for a while, he is just a sleeping lion.

As long as you have time, you can always get up.

But if the Bright Club is like this, when Fang Yu and the so-called coach leave, they will still fall.

"How long can the club go, is it the club as a whole?"

The speaker has no intention, but listens with a heart.

Su Ruiwen couldn't help but repeat Meng Luo's words in his heart, as if he had thought of something.

"Don't you see, little webmaster, do you still know anything about the club?"

Ye Yu felt a little new about Meng Luo's point of view, and couldn't help but look at him with strange eyes.

"A good club, of course, must do well in all aspects in order to keep going, and using this method of reinforcement is just like doping, it subsides, and it ends."

"That makes sense, little network administrator, I can't see it, you still know a little bit about this."

Ye Yu couldn't help but give Meng Luoshu a thumbs up in his heart.

"Say whatever you want, don't take it seriously."

Meng Luogan laughed, glanced at Su Ruiwen, and then stood up.

It's almost time, and there are already people in the training room who have finished the last game one after another.

It's time for him to get started, too.

Compared with the first nine games, this tenth game of qualifying is to know the opponent in advance through the lottery from the person in charge of the event.

After all, this last game is already related to the final ranking result.

The competition mode has also changed from rank mode to competitive mode.

In the hall of the training room, you can already see groups of five people sitting around and discussing enthusiastically.

It is an essential process to study the opponent and get to know your teammates.

After greeting everyone, Meng Luo walked towards the person in charge of the event on the first floor.

As for Su Ruiwen, Xiao Ruiguang, and Jiang Xinyao and others, they also followed behind Meng Luo.

This qualifying tournament was not originally a highly regarded competition, but with the gradual escalation of the smell of gunpowder and the fierce competition for the leaderboard, this qualifying tournament has gradually become very different from before.

There were many people in the training room who were quietly paying attention to the movements of Meng Luo and the others.

There must be a battle between these titles, and everyone is waiting.

So the moment Meng Luo stood up, a lot of eyes were on them.

As for Jiang Xinyao and the others, they all inadvertently lowered their heads to prevent others from noticing them.

This time, a few of them ran out secretly, and besides, they were just spectators.

Slowly passing through the aisle, the people in the aisle unconsciously made way for Meng Luo and the others.

A teacher is standing behind a desk with a lottery box on it.

There was a man standing in front of the table.

Fang Yu.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." That trademark smile appeared on his face again.

This time, Fang Yu's eyes only looked at Meng Luo.

"I'll admit that I underestimated you at the beginning and put you in second place, and this time, you won't have that good luck."

"I'm not underestimating you." Meng Luo's eyes looked at the lottery box on the side, "I just never took you seriously. ”

Meng Luo's tone was extremely flat, and many people who heard this had an arrogant expression on their faces.

But Fang Yu heard another meaning in Meng Luo's words.

He didn't feel that this was Meng Luo's words before the battle, and if it was really a word, he would only smile disdainfully.

But Fang Yu really felt the flatness and disregard in Meng Luo's tone.

It's like what Meng Luo said.

"The Light Club? I don't care about it at all. ”

A wave of uneasiness rose in Fang Yu's heart.

But he quickly remembered the arrangements he had made, and couldn't help but smile.

Then reach out and point to the draw box.

"Please."

"No need." Meng Luo suddenly looked up at Fang Yu.

"No matter who I draw as a teammate, I'm afraid they won't play the game seriously, but will accidentally make all kinds of mistakes, right?"

His gaze fell faintly on Fang Yu's body.

Fang Yu seemed to feel that he had been seen clearly.

"How so?" Suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, Fang Yu replied with a smile.

"Is he my opponent?" Meng Luo asked the teacher behind the desk.

The teacher nodded, one first, one second, both of them were nine games, so it was natural to divide the winners and losers in this last game.

"In that case, let's form our own teammates." Meng Luo smiled at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu showed a moment of joy after hearing this.

"Are you sure?"