The final battle of the group stage is coming, and the intense preparation of "Chenlong" continues.

However, the closer to the match, the more uneasy and nervous it is before the final match day to decide the result of Group F, or rather the unstable dìng, it is not just the "Chenlong" combination of Long Yun and Liu Wei.

Just two days before the competition, in the small conference room of the "Tianhe" team at the Beijing Aviation Training Center, the captain Zhou Xiaodong and others were all present, and several people were all gloomy; On the other side of the table, the sponsor representatives and team managers also looked unkind, and it was clear that today's meeting was not going well at all.

“…… So let's put it bluntly: Captain Zhou, how sure are we that we will qualify for the group this time? ”

“……”

looked at the guys on the other side a little coldly, Zhou Xiaodong was silent for a moment before replying, and his tone was also a little cold.

"So far, what else is there to say."

Zhou Xiaodong, the captain of the "Tianhe" who spoke, is also the main player in this IFT qualifier, and has just accused the team of unfavorable talent discovery; Because he lost to "Chenlong" in the first battle, and now in order to fight for the qualification, he has to fight to the death with the unfathomable strength of "Thunder", and his mood at this time can naturally be imagined. Holding a stack of ordinary printing paper in his hand, Zhou Xiaodong's face was quite ugly, just now he was waving these thin pieces of paper, spitting in the not spacious conference room, but it was towards the manager in charge of team affairs:

"This Long Yun, did you know how powerful he is? It's a pity-" gestures exaggerated while talking and gesturing, what he held in his hand was the electronic resume that Long Yun had submitted before: at that time, Long Yun had sent applications to many teams, but none of them had ever heard back, including "Tianhe", of course.

"- Such a powerful strength, you missed it at that time? It is said that it is better to lack than to be excessive, but how can this kind of unborn genius be let go! If we could have been a Bole at that time and recruited him into the team earlier, where would we have to compete with the 'Thunder' for the second place in the group now! ”

"Aren't we at the top of the group...... Why do you want to fight for second place instead? ”

Hearing this, some of the second-tier players present were still confused, and they saw their captain rarely have a little gaffe, and they don't know why. Seeing such a situation, Lei Qiang next to him pursed his lips, thinking that these people really had enough hindsight and didn't care about the team's game? Seeing that Zhou Xiaodong was extremely angry today, he didn't care about the captain's words that belittled him a little badly just now, and explained to these blind guys in a low voice:

"It's true that we are the first in the group now, but the 'Chenlong' behind also has 6 points, and they will face the fish-belly-like 'Uranus' in their last game, do you think that day will lose? - But what about us, the last game is against 'Thunder'! Are you mistaken, it's really ......"

"The matter of talent selection is already like this, Captain Zhou, don't mention it!"

I also have some understanding of aviation competition, but the manager shook his head calmly, looking disapproving; The representative of the sponsor next to him seemed to be very dissatisfied, and even muttered in a low voice: "The old Jianqi who can't beat others even in the Jian-10 drives, what is the ability to be bare-mouthed." ”

"You-!"

For a while, Zhou Xiaodong was obviously poked in the sore spot by the sponsor's representative, and when he remembered the carelessness of Jingzhou in the first game, he was angry; I wanted to go crazy on the spot and reason with these guys who stood and talked without backache, but when I saw that the room full of people present were all looking dejected, it seemed that a few cool words were not to stimulate him, but purely helpless about the current situation, so he had to endure and put the form back on the table, and sat down on the chair weakly.

“…… OK, OK. If you don't talk about this gossip, isn't the last game against the 'Thunder'?"

The vigorous and light blue "Raptor" figure suddenly jumped into his mind, and Zhou Xiaodong shook his head with some disgust. One Long Yun is already enough, why is that weirdo also in their group F?

Such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon shape, to get out of the line, is really more difficult than playing a semi-final!

"The Qi Hui of 'Thunder'...... Hum! I don't believe that he can fly out of flowers when he drives the 'stick ten'! I still don't believe it, I'm ...... with Leizi this time."

……

The ignorant karmic fire of "Tianhe" is still burning in the conference room.

And at the "Thunder" team station, which is not far away, at this time when they should be preparing for the game, the two players in the room don't seem to be talking happily.

"Qi Hui, you still don't think it's wrong to do this?"

Seeing that the raunchy young man, who was still holding a glass of lemon juice on the sofa at this time, the joy of the victory over "Chenlong" in the last game disappeared from Wang Feng's mind, and instead gave birth to a completely bottomless feeling of emptiness.

Think of this unreliable weirdo, a stinky and conceited air combat maniac, who actually deceived all his over-the-horizon missiles in the last game and hung them on his plane, and then beat him down with his own oolong; Not to mention, in the last game, he simply overslept and didn't come - what kind of team member is this, it's just more than a three-year-old kid who has no rules. Such an unreliable player, no matter how strong the skill is, can they persist in the following games?

"How many times have you been told sù, playing the qualifiers of the IFT, every game cannot tolerate the slightest mistake, do you understand? If you go on like this, you can't make it out - even if you can qualify for the group stage, there will only be more games in the future, and you think your luck will always be so good? ”

"Good luck? …… What luck. ”

Completely ignoring the captain's horizontal eyebrows, Qi Hui took two sips of lemon juice, and then asked back unhurriedly.

"What happened from the last game! If it weren't for the problem with the long engine of 'Chenlong' at that time, would you have been able to win so easily? If it hadn't been for the knockdown of me before, the two-on-one wouldn't have been more certain—"

"-Oh, oh."

Hearing Wang Feng's angry words, Qi Hui raised his head with a smile and looked at his angry partner standing in front of him, his eyes almost narrowed into a line; Now he wanted to speak up against this player with ordinary skills but often pointed fingers at him, but he felt that this was not polite, or that it was unnecessary, so he just responded lightly:

"I see. ――In other words, instead of worrying about the wrong hit, let's think about how to deal with 'Tianhe' in the next fight. ”

Qi Hui's words seemed to be evasive and difficult to hear, but in fact, they had saved Wang Feng enough face.

This "main" player with ordinary skills, or a person who pilots a long plane, hasn't he watched the live replay of the last game before? Even if that "Chenlong" Long Yun, his Seventh Master's engine fell off the chain (well, this is normal for the old Seventh Master), this Wang Feng really thought that he relied on this bit of luck to win? At that time, the positional situation of the two sides, the storage speed and maneuverability of their respective fighters were analyzed together, even if the plane did not fail, what means could Long Yun use - if he could run away in that way, then he would not be an earthling!

I can't even see this belligerent situation, if you want to say how far you go on the road of IFT, hehe...... Qi Hui couldn't help but think, he didn't take IFT too seriously!

Of course, Qi Hui just went through these whimsical thoughts in his mind, although he spoke very bluntly, he was not a brainless stunned young man; However, to his surprise, Wang Feng, who heard "Think about how to deal with 'Tianhe'", felt that the cynical guy in front of him was clearly teasing himself, so he raised his voice very irritably:

"What do you mean, you think I'm afraid of 'Tianhe' and won't succeed?" Zhou Xiaodong of Tianhe's and I are still classmates who graduated from the same aviation school study class; this time they all started with Jian-10, who still doesn't know who? ”

"Ahh Actually, I mean...... You can stay away from your opponent a little bit, lest you let me take it down again. ”

“――！ W-What the hell, you stinking megalomaniac! ”

Smoked by Qi Hui's angry seven orifices, Wang Feng simply stopped paying attention to this outrageous guy, and angrily left to fight NPCs on the simulator to vent the anger in his heart. Still sitting on the soft sofa, after drinking the lemon juice in the cup, Qi Hui put down the cup and stretched lazily, before picking up his coat and walking slowly to the physical training ground not far from the station.

Hey, these people who like to shout loudly, are they always so ridiculous?

It was clear that what he said just now was the truth, and it was indeed given from the perspective of winning, so why did this partner become angry. Walking into the training ground and swiping the card, carrying out the daily routine aerobic training, sweating on the training equipment, Qi Hui completed the mechanical fitness movements while rambling divergent thinking, trying to forget these trivial things that have nothing to do with the game.

Indeed, these boring things are a kind of distraction for the competition.

If it wasn't for the quarrel with the team manager before (or just a few polite words, it made the manager go crazy?) Who cares), and now he won't be coming to the Thunder, a team with an uncertain future, to participate in the IFT qualifiers; With the desire to soar in the sky, it is not interesting at all to fight one game after another, and now it is the last group stage that is related to the fate of qualifying, but he quarrels with his partner.

Hey, I don't want to fight in this oppressive atmosphere anymore......

Wang Feng's accusation once again came to his mind, Qi Hui sat up from the instrument, reached out and grabbed the towel to wipe the sweat on his body. These guys with an average level but a strong temper can't even judge the instantaneous shape after entering the fight, and they can still say that kind of nonsense without a level after watching the replay of the game - so they also want to enter the semifinals and even enter the national trials?

This year's IFT is a bit interesting, but is the level of these players, tsk......

Oh - except for that guy.

That guy is different! It's completely different from everyone else.

Thinking of the "Chenlong" who had lost under his hands before and was currently with two wins and one loss, Qi Hui's eyes became a little brighter, and he sat on the chair and smiled slightly: I don't know if the next game will meet him again, the "Chenlong" who bought a new fighter should be able to get him rid of the shackles of the old Seventh Master, right?

――Even if it is for the sake of a dignified duel in the future, you must also qualify along the line, the number one main force of "Chenlong"!

Of course, I'm not going to release water for this; Whether you can qualify or not depends on your strength.

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