No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 21 The Floating World
"The organizer?" Ning Luo tilted his head.

Lao Zhou blew on the soy milk, looked around, and whispered: "It's the Ukishi Group, which came from Xingang and has been entrenched in our Dayong City for more than ten years."

"The crossing championship is not the responsibility of the matrix? Why should the company interfere?" Ning Luo asked.

Lao Zhou shook his head: "Matrix only manages the finals, and the right to host each city is bought by big companies."

Ning Luo frowned in puzzlement. Logically speaking, since the matrix can create a fantasy world that is almost real, why doesn't it have time to take care of the major cities?

If authority is delegated to cities, or even to enterprises, then unfair phenomena will naturally easily occur.

Since the matrix is ​​the central organ of the entire Blue Star, it is impossible not to realize this.

Maybe he just doesn't care.

It may also be that He has checks and balances and rules.

After all, there is a difference between systems and humans.

"Ukiyo seems to have used a lot of dirty tricks?"

Lao Zhou squinted his eyes and nodded: "Hmph, they don't want to be too shady! They stumble in every critical game. They run the casino next to the gymnasium, and they suck the blood of our Yongcheng people a lot!"

Ning Luo generally understood.

No wonder Lao Zhou hated the Floating World Group so much.

To put it bluntly, the strong dragon overwhelmed the local snake, and its methods were unruly, squeezing the interests of Yongcheng people.

Judging from Lao Zhou's gnashing of teeth tone, he might have been cheated by the casino, so he was filled with righteous indignation.

But Ning Luo thought for a while, and suddenly noticed something.

Why did a rookie who had never traveled before pass three rounds of auditions and stood on the stage of the opening round?
Why did the so-called "acute gastritis", "car accident" and "overdose of sleeping aids" happen to his opponent?
The answer is obvious.

Everything is designed.

When a naked newcomer appeared on the list of the time-traveling championship.

The Ukiyo Group showed their ferocious fangs.

Ning Luo was born in poverty, so the capital doesn't care about such things.

All they want is a hot topic that can make headlines, a gimmick that can detonate the Internet!

So "Son of the Plane" was born.

On one side is the former gold medal commentator. Although it is his first time to stand on the field, he definitely has the strength to qualify.

On one side is a newcomer due to luck, even with the blessing of good luck, he is still an undoubted rookie.

Dark horses, accidents, dishonesty, first appearances, ups and downs...

This opening match can be said to be full of buffs, at least it is perfect for eating, which is why there is such an exaggerated heat.

But even Ukiyo didn’t expect——

Ning Luo actually won.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be targeted by the floating world."

Ning Luo pursed his lips imperceptibly, and then asked: "The organizer should also have rules and restrictions. How did they do things before?"

"Hmph!" Old Zhou vented his nostrils, shaking his head and said, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. As long as you use the specified dungeon, and the victory and defeat are judged according to the system's settlement, they are not considered a violation. But spending money to buy Players, or setting a unilaterally unfavorable module for the dungeon, they can still do this kind of thing.”

Old Zhou paused, and his tone was rather helpless: "This kind of dirty trick is actually very obvious, and everyone can see it, but it just doesn't count as a violation. It's so dirty for the sake of money and face!"

"If it wasn't for Chen Ge's awesomeness, the champions of the previous two years must have been manipulated by Ukiyo again!"

"Let me tell you, it was last year."

Maybe it was because of the heavy fog this morning, and the business was not booming, so Lao Zhou talked more and more.

In the second half, the old Zhou basically told the story by himself, telling the story of Ukiyo's deliberate targeting of Chen Ge in the Yongcheng finals two years ago, but was resolved by Chen Ge with hard power.

While eating breakfast, Ning Luo nodded at the right time and responded with a few words.

Eat and drink enough, and understand the situation roughly.

Today's match was in the afternoon, and Ning Luo had no plans to show his face for the time being, so he went back to the room to collect information.

Fortunately, Bluestar Technology is still very life-oriented. There are all kinds of APPs and functions in the personal terminal, which is simply a blessing for fat houses.

Ning Luo lay on the sofa, cut out two split screens, and watched the replay of last night's game while scrolling through the forum.

Combined with the experience of last night, he completely understood the details of the game.

The current group stage has a total of 160 players, which are subdivided into 16 groups from A to P, with 10 players in each group.

The rules of the group match are also very simple, that is, let each player play one game with other players in the group.

1 point for a win, no points for a loss.

The two with the highest points after one round will advance to the top 32.

Ning Luo's goal is naturally to win all nine battles.

It is indeed necessary to hide clumsiness, but it is for the audience to see.

As far as Ning Luo himself is concerned, it is absolutely impossible to release the sea.

Because rather than advancing, what he wants more is to upgrade the Mandate of Heaven and prepare for encountering the God's Chosen as soon as possible.

Of course, the study of martial arts and martial arts cannot be left behind, after all, that is the real capital of being a time traveler.

Thinking of this, Ning Luo glanced at last night's game recording, feeling slightly confused.

"So the picture of practicing exercises will not be displayed."

"But the audience should be able to see the appearance of my exercises"

"..."

"Aren't they a bit too disciplined?"

"Or is it that the exercises are more difficult to understand than I imagined?"

What puzzled Ning Luo was that even if the audience couldn't feel the coercion of the scene, they could at least see the phantom of the beast behind him.

From the perspective of a traveler, the audience should have the possibility to imitate such a rough and random exercise.

But it seems that the vast majority of people don't know how to compile exercises, and they don't even have such an idea at all.

Maybe it's a different perspective?

After all, the ancients did not believe that the blue star was round.

Ning Luo thought about it, and finally blamed it on the limitations of the system.

Everyone has chips implanted in their bodies, and the system can also interfere with memory.

And the player's memory only has fragments of the past, and there has never been a scale of the exercises, so naturally there is no possibility of editing.

Perhaps the one who has little knowledge is himself.

Ning Luo patted the back of his head, only to feel that there was a glow on his back, and his heart was not at ease.

……

It was almost noon, and after the fog cleared, the barbecue stall downstairs also became lively.

One thing to say, Lao Zhou is really an all-round boss.

His barbecue restaurant has soy milk fritters and tofu nao in the morning, roasted bird skewers with maocai in a fragrant pot at noon, fried skewers with beer and hot pot in the evening...he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts.

And the single apartment that Ning Luo rented also belonged to Lao Zhou.

But Lao Zhou only owns this apartment, not this piece of land, and most of the money he earns will be handed over to Tiangong Group.

In the words of Lao Zhou, this can be regarded as supporting local enterprises in Yongcheng.Anyway, the apartment is managed by AI, so he, the charterer, enjoys leisure, and it is reasonable to earn less.

Ning Luo ordered takeaway from the old Zhou's house, but after a while, an intelligent robot in the shape of a trash can delivered the goods to the door.

“This is what technology should be like.”

Ning Luo was also amazed when he took out his own box of fake vegetables from the robot's belly.

Technology serves people, not transforms them.

Compared with cyberpunk, this future is more acceptable to Ning Luo.

Ning Luo rubbed the back of his head, feeling a little relieved.

"At least the Matrix doesn't look like a dominant tyrant, otherwise there would be no need to provide so many technological conveniences to citizens' lives."

"So although God's Choice is dangerous, it shouldn't be an unreasonable killing game in essence."

"Maybe it's some kind of selection?"

"Such as selecting the collaborators of the system and planning the future of mankind?"

"Or like The Matrix..."

"After all, He mentioned the so-called God."

Ning Luo has also seen similar plots.

He was silent for a while, and then snapped his fingers: "Anyway, sooner or later we have to face it, let's get down to business first."

In any case, winning the championship is the top priority.

Ning Luo switched back to the live broadcast of the current match.

There are 16 groups in the group stage, with a group of 10 people. Under the single round robin system, each group has to play 45 games, which will be completed in 5 days.

Such a high-frequency game is naturally impossible to compete like the opening game.

The 16 group matches will be played simultaneously.

The live broadcast room adopts a mode of 1 main screen plus 15 split screens. You can freely switch the main screen group by paying for members, and you can also take care of the super large screen on the spot.

The online free-for-all audiences have to look at the reaction speed and professional skills of the director in the main live broadcast room.

But the live broadcast room at this moment is a bit different.

15 games are in full swing.

However, the main screen is not any of them, but the preparation screen of Group H.

Even if it hasn't started yet, the barrage has already exploded in an instant.

The fonts of various colors passed across the screen neatly like a marching array, and the content was all a certain name.

Chen Ge!

(End of this chapter)