Inspirational life

Chapter 113

Today is destined to be a sleepless and memorable day for the Rockets. Of course, for the people of Fengcheng, the advancement of their local high school team has also excited the people of Fengcheng.

It's just that after today's day, the participating teams' residences are happy and sad.

When the Rockets came out of the arena and saw the eliminated teams from other arenas, some cried, and some looked depressed. The teachers and coaches of the Ningchuan team also couldn't hide their disappointment.

The league's knockout format does not require the losing team to leave the field, and in fact encourages participation until the final closing ceremony.On the one hand, although this is a high school league, it is also a rare stage where people from all sides gather and communicate.

Excellent high school practitioners in various urban areas can take advantage of this opportunity to learn from each other's strengths, and can also watch high-quality competitions at close range, which can greatly enhance the experience of all parties.

Although there were no scenes of the eliminated teams leaving one after another with their luggage, but the low pressure brought about by the defeat did cause some teams to lock themselves in their own residences without going out, even the cafeteria did not go to reflect behind closed doors Case.

Looking at these, Meng Dedong couldn't help feeling, "The competition is still very cruel..."

This is the knockout round, and the knockout round will screen out half of the people.

"Isn't that right? I heard that in some high school teams, some people didn't follow the school's cultural lessons early, and specially invited teachers to make up cultural lessons. The rest of the time is to visit martial arts halls and famous teachers to learn various things. Skills and martial arts. Playing competitions everywhere, this is the route of competition."

Especially in the high school league with such a high degree of attention, some people still invest a lot. You can see that Yi Ge spent 200 million to buy a substitute spot in order to come in and play.

Li Jincheng nodded, "Yes, strictly speaking, the Rockets of our Moral Education High School is a relatively fair team. Coach Liu Meng arranges the order of appearance based on the training points before the game. For some places, all the players in the school team It is a powerful family in the local area, and they have completely monopolized it."

"Unless you are a genius in practice, ordinary people can't compete at all, even if you have money. The famous factions in the local area have inheritance. It is said that if rich people want to send their children in, they have to go through several major gates, and even have to make offerings." These sects, all sects are very rich, and they are not short of money at all. If they are not short of money, they will be able to operate the upper-level influence, get more cultivation potions, and some opportunities to show their faces on stage."

"In some schools' high school league teams, denominations need to occupy a certain proportion, and families with power and wealth must also occupy a certain proportion. Those who have no money and no resources, unless they rely on their own talent to explode, they may have a bright future in this regard. "

Zhang Jingyao had vaguely heard of these things before.

In fact, this is also a common criticism at present. It is becoming more and more difficult for ordinary people to rely on competitions. Families with wealth and background can be sent to sects to cultivate physical training, and they can use potions to build a foundation for people. No matter how poor the talent is, with the guidance of a famous teacher who can afford the money, and the day-to-day instilling of practice potions, he can become a human being.

He is richer than you, has better cultivation resources than you, and works hard one by one.Therefore, all the participating teams in some regions have great backgrounds, which is still very puzzling.

Before, a reporter went to the local area to report on the monopoly of practice resources, which caused a lot of reaction, but then subsided.It’s not because of the influence or strong request to withdraw the manuscript, but this has actually formed a trend, a phenomenon that cannot be reversed in society.

When the competition can get a better way to rise, and many top universities have special talent admission channels, then those who enter through this channel are destined to gradually exclude ordinary civilians who are like practitioners who are alone.

Because there are very few geniuses in this world who can stand out alone without relying on any resources.

Most of the remaining people have the same level of intellectual ability, so the more resources I invest, the natural advantage I have over others.

The arms race is the normal state of the game.

Fortunately, in a relatively fair school like Moral Education High School, they will come forward to train physical training and participate in competitions in the name of the school. For example, ordinary children like Zhang Jingyao can also enjoy the rationed practice medicine.

Everyone returned to the resident dormitory building. The class groups and grade groups on the mobile phone were all forwarding their game videos. Naturally, there were all kinds of greetings in the class.

"Old Qiu looks so handsome this time! In the Rockets team alone, there are three main players in our class. Song Xinrong, Zhang Jingyao, and Yi Ge. They almost support half of the Rockets. No, it should be said that they support half of Fengcheng. .After all, our Rockets are now fighting on behalf of their home city, Fengcheng! How many people in the province are watching!"

"Teacher Qiu, say something..."

Someone was in the class group, Aite Qiu Yingmei.

Moral Education High School started classes normally, but today when the Rockets played, the multi-media screens in the classrooms of the whole school broadcast their game live. Hearing the victories and the vibrating voices of the whole school, Qiu Yingmei's face turned red at that time, not to mention saving face .

Even my relatives and friends sent congratulatory messages, praising her Qiu Yingmei greatly in the family group.For a teacher, there is nothing more proud than his students being the focus of public discussion.This kind of feeling is much higher than her sense of honor when she has won a bonus and received various commendations!It's like a farmer doesn't care what others think of him, but cares more about the crops bearing heavy, plump and abundant fruits, which is the reward for her hard work.

Qiu Yingmei was holding her mobile phone over there, actually thinking about it, typing a lot of words, deleting them, and deliberating over them, before finally sending a line to the class group.

"I believe you can do it! Everyone else stop looking around, stop being Aite, let them have a good rest! Don't think that they are playing, you are also playing, the battlefield is different, each has its own strengths, don't relax, don't give up, Rockets The three are role models for you to learn from, but they are not necessarily role models, you can also surpass them! Use your battlefield in the cultural class, everyone works hard, and you are in the game of life."

The Rockets rested on the sofa in the hall at the entrance of the first floor of the dormitory when they returned to the station. There were various facilities, drinks, and snacks in the hall. In fact, the snack bag that Xia Yu gave Zhang Jingyao was a bit redundant.

"Teacher Qiu is really good." A soft female voice sounded.

Zhang Jingyao was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, he followed the sound, and it was Song Xinrong who was sitting on the side sofa who spoke.

Then Song Xinrong turned her eyes away from the phone and looked at him before she finished speaking, "Isn't it?"

It turned out that he really said it to himself.

Zhang Jingyao nodded and said, "Lao Qiu's literary talents are always online."

Song Xinrong smiled and turned back to continue playing with her mobile phone. Just when Zhang Jingyao thought that the other party was just talking to him casually, Song Xinrong's voice came over again, "Potato chips are delicious, thank you. You are very handsome today."

When Zhang Jingyao looked at him in astonishment, Song Xinrong didn't look at him at all this time, but a blush slowly crept up on her face focused on the screen.

Like a water lotus, it is too shy in the cool breeze.

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