Monday, November 5th, after school in the afternoon.

Jiang Yifan and Jin Yuanbao, as usual, went to the Martial Arts Club for training.

"By the way, why have you been looking at your phone today?"

Noticing that the good friend next to him actually kept staring at his mobile phone even when he was walking, Jiang Yifan couldn't help but ask curiously.

During class in the afternoon, Jin Yuanbao also secretly brushed under the desk, and was almost found and confiscated by the teacher.

"You'll find out later..."

Jin Yuanbao muttered without raising his head, and his fleshy fingers swiped the screen again.

It seemed that this time he had finally swiped what he wanted to see, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted excitedly: "It's updated!" Updated! ”

"What's the update?"

Jiang Yifan asked suspiciously.

"The leaderboard of the Martial Arts League has been updated!"

Jin Yuanbao excitedly turned the phone screen to him, "Do you remember the acne face we met yesterday who claimed to be a gold medal writer?" ”

"Remember, what's wrong?"

The person named Pang Bai left too deep an impression on Jiang Yifan.

Not only because of the [National Martial Arts League Combat Power Ranking-Minfu Provincial Ranking], but also because the 'pixel tears' are still time-sensitive, and as soon as half an hour passes, it will automatically shatter.

Confidentiality is not bad.

For this reason, Jin Yuanbao, who was immersed in copying the list in his seat at that time, saw that he had only memorized a few schools, and the time limit for watching was over, and he was so angry that he scolded for a while.

"After returning home last night, I deliberately checked the relevant information of that person on the Internet, and found that this product actually built a public account by itself to update this content."

Jin Yuanbao smiled, "I see that there is an announcement above that there will be a list of martial arts leagues exclusive to Hongquan City today, so I have been guarding it to see how many I can rank." ”

Although they are both rankings, the rankings of the martial arts league and the rankings of the grade exams bring him a completely different sense of expectation.

The former is 'one library and one library', and the latter is 'Da Ba Da Ba'.

"Huh? Has the format of the leaderboard changed? ”

Jiang Yifan, who was aroused, stretched out his hand and swiped the screen twice, only to find that the type of listing on the list was not the fine ranking style of 'first place' and 'second place' yesterday, but was replaced by a rough hierarchical style of 'first echelon' and 'second echelon'.

But if you think about it, you can understand it.

After all, there has only been one round of qualifiers, and many schools and players have not played their best, and this kind of pyramid hierarchical ranking can actually ensure the fairness and accuracy of the list.

"Count that kid's acquaintance and put our Ling Feng into the 10 teams of the first echelon, so that I should be able to stay in the first echelon of the 'guard', right?"

Jin Yuanbao stretched out his hand expectantly and pointed to the words 'Lingfeng Middle School' on the screen.

The page jumps quickly, and a window pops up:

[For detailed ranking information, please inquire after recharging]

【Recharge Entrance】|【Next time】

"Gan! Fortunately, this guy is a journalist, otherwise if he is a capitalist, I really don't know how many people's pants can be exploited! ”

Jin Yuanbao scolded and scolded, but he still reluctantly charged 6.6 yuan.

Under the effect of krypton, the originally vague interface has also become clear at this moment:

[Han Feng, serving as a 'field controller']

[Belonging to the Demon Spirit: No. Cold Kite]

[Hongquan City's 'field controller' strength echelon: (1)]

[Comment: Here's a suggestion to the organizers of the competition, it's best to prohibit such players with strong family backgrounds and outstanding talents from participating in the competition, so as not to discourage other players from doubting their lives. 】

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[Jiang Yifan, serving as a 'free man']

【Demon Spirit: Bronze Snake】

【Hongquan City's 'Free Man' Strength Echelon: (1)】

[Comment: Referee!] Someone used a dragon as a snake to compete! Don't you care! 】

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[Jin Yuanbao, the 'main attacker']

[Belonging to the Demon Spirit: Stone Bear Treasure]

[Hongquan City's 'main attacker' strength echelon: (4)]

[Comment: Hehe, it's vegetable and stingy, if it weren't for the care of his teammates, he really wouldn't have a chance to play, right? ] 】

"! This article writes reviews with personal emotions, so it's embarrassing to say that I'm a professional!? ”

Jin Yuanbao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "And I'm a guard!" Guards! Why write me the main attacker above! Even if I am really the main attacker, I will not be at the bottom echelon! ”

There are nearly 100 high schools in total, with 10 teams in the first echelon, 20 teams in the second echelon, 30 teams in the third echelon, and 40 teams in the fourth echelon.

After the first round of qualifiers, half of the teams will be eliminated.

In other words, all high schools that survived the first round of qualifiers and were not eliminated are basically in the third echelon.

Ling Feng is a high school in the first echelon, and as a member of it, he was assigned to the fourth echelon, which is not scientific at all!

"Okay, okay, since you know that this person wrote it on purpose, don't worry about this."

Jiang Yifan patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "At least in my opinion, your strength can be ranked to..."

"First echelon?"

Jin Yuanbao's eyes were full of hope and asked.

“... Well! ”

Jiang Yifan was silent for two seconds before he reluctantly nodded.

In fact, what he said was that he wanted to say that the third echelon is coming...

...

As soon as I arrived at the back mountain of the martial arts club, I saw the head teacher Li Sen squatting in the corner, fiddling with a projector in his hand.

"Coming?"

Li Sen glanced at the two of them, and then focused his gaze on the projector, "Let's find a place to sit first, I'm not in a hurry to practice today, and when everyone arrives, we will discuss the tactics of the next round of the game together." ”

"Old class, you underestimate us too much, right? It was only in the second round that we started to talk about tactics. ”

Jin Yuanbao was full of confidence, "I just learned that our opponent in the second round is 'Jingyuan Middle School', which belongs to the second echelon in the high school in Hongquan City, and it can completely beat them in terms of strength." ”

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, don't underestimate any opponent."

Li Sen said without raising his head, "And in previous years, Jingyuan Middle School may not be outstanding in terms of strength, but this year is estimated to be different." ”

"Is it because their third-year members have improved a lot from last year?"

Jiang Yifan tried to guess.

According to the law, if there is a school in the martial arts league that suddenly becomes stronger in a certain year, it is basically a second-year member who was full of potential last year, and in the third grade, the strength has ushered in a great increase.

"Progress is there, but it's also within the normal range."

Li Sen shook his head, "The most important thing is that the tactical system they have planned for several years has been completely built this year. ”

"What tactical system?"

"Peking Opera."

"Peking Opera? Isn't that the quintessence of the country? What kind of tactical system is it? ”

"I recorded a video of their first round of qualifiers, and you'll find out later."