However, since there is a ladder ranking, there should be a grading match. After seeing the level of the players through the grading match, you should not match opponents with too much difference, otherwise this game will not be able to be played.
Then there is a problem: if Schiller finds a partner with a particularly high force, it may lead to playing too well in the grading match, and then all the ones ranked are strong opponents.
But if you find someone who is not so good at fighting, it will cause you to turn the tide yourself and be too tired to fight.
Schiller felt that he had to find a teammate who was moderately strong but had relatively good cooperation.
Moreover, because the duo team needs tacit understanding, tacit understanding requires training, which means that teammates cannot be changed frequently. It is best to have a fixed teammate.
Schiller originally wanted to play a teammate with PVE and a teammate with PVP. But after thinking about it, he felt that he could find a teammate with both intelligence and force, so that he would not have to change it frequently, making it more convenient to cultivate tacit understanding.
Schiller was demarcating the candidates in his mind, and Stark's team invitation was sent. When Schiller saw that the team interface was quite smart, it was marked as a temporary team or a fixed team, and it also indicated whether it was a restricted or non-restricted copy.
Stark sent an invitation to the temporary team's restricted dungeon, obviously intending to play the plot with Schiller.
In just a while, Schiller received a lot of invitations from plot books. Sure enough, he is famous for fighting the wits, and everyone wants to pull him to play PVE.
Schiller checked the series of invitations, but did not see the candidates he liked the most.
So he connected Loki's communication.
"Hey? Loki, have you found your teammate? That's how I think..."
Schiller briefly said his idea of finding a regular teammate with both force and intelligence, and said that Loki was his best candidate.
Needless to say, Loki's wisdom is, in terms of fighting, fraud and magic have inherent advantages. The most important thing is that the moral bottom line of the two people is similar, and they can collude when playing games.
"Sorry, Doctor. The Queen of God needs to stay at Asgard. I have to form a team with my brother."
"God." Schiller sighed, "Are you saying you are going to take Thor to play the plot copy?"
"Yes," Loki said in a slightly helpless tone, "but at least he can give us a little advantage in the ring."
"You are such a good brother." Schiller sighed sincerely. Although Thor had changed a lot, Schiller's scalp was still numb when he thought of taking him to play puzzle games.
It can only be said that Loki has such determination and will succeed in anything he does. He deserves to be the prince.
After excluding the option of Loki, there are not many candidates left.
Schiller didn't think about Stark, because Stark's IQ is enough and he is more capable of playing. But Stark's biggest problem is his personality.
Simply put, Stark loves to show off his super technical ability no matter what he does. He must stand in front of the stage to accept everyone's cheers and satisfy his slutty mentality.
But Schiller is a mastermind. Although it is good to have someone in front of him, Stark is the kind of person who must be recognized by everyone, so he will inevitably not pull Schiller to watch him perform at all times. The two have a little different characteristics in games.
Then Schiller contacted Peter again. After all, Gwen is unlikely to participate in this kind of game, and Peter should not have teammates yet.
"Hey? Peter. You've watched the new activities in the fighting world..."
"Sorry, doctor. I'm afraid I can't participate in any activities. I'm so busy here."
"Okay, you can do it first, goodbye."
Schiller shook his head helplessly. Peter was obviously busy with the Starship. It seemed that not only Gwen would not participate in this event, but Peter might not be able to catch up.
At this moment, a name passed through Schiller's mind. At the same time, a communication request was sent.
"Have you found your teammate, Schiller?"
Strange's voice came from the other end of the communication. Schiller smiled clearly and said, "You didn't find it, did you?"
"Obviously, it's because there are too many people looking for me and I can't make a decision. So I'll ask for your opinion."
"Is that so? I think you and Loki are very suitable for being teammates. What do you think?"
"He is already planning to form a team with Thor, don't you know?"
"But I think as long as you persist, he might shake it." Schiller said while browsing the dungeon, "Or you can find another mage. Didn't you meet Zatanna and Constantine before at Gotham Magic Academy?"
"I can't talk to them together," Strange said. "I want to find myself in other universes, but most of them are annoying. It's better not to participate in the game than to team up with them."
"Then you have to at least tell me who invited you so that I can give you advice. Or you actually went around and found that you were not as popular as you thought, so you came to me to seek some psychological comfort?"
"Will you have time to talk to me now, which means that you are not as popular as you think?"
"You're wrong." Schiller snorted, "I'm so popular. Everyone wants to play a plot copy with me, and there are so many invitations, and I'm dealing with it."
The other end of the communication ushered in a long silence.
"What's wrong? Is the signal not good?"
"No. I am dealing with things in reality. The plan for the Starship Declaration Ceremony has been decided. They must ask me to participate in the rehearsal. I am trying to find a way to shirk..."
"Okay. But if you focus on things in the real world for a while, you won't have the worries of choosing teammates. It's also a good thing."
"Well. I have another surgery." Strange responded and hung up.
After Schiller returned to the real world, he drove to the Presbyterian Hospital, entered the neurosurgery office with a familiarity, leaned against the office door and said, "You're over your surgery so soon?"
Strange's consciousness seemed to be immersed in the fighting world. It took several seconds before he came back to his senses. He glanced at his watch and said, "Why did you come so quickly?"
"I'm coming from Brooklyn." Schiller placed the coffee across from Strange, who was making up for the case report, and said, "How many surgeries do you have today?"
"Two." Strange stared at the screen, then looked down at the watch and said, "There is one in five minutes."
"You pushed the rehearsal of the inauguration ceremony?"
"I don't have time to go," Strange said impatiently, "and I don't know what to rehearse. You'll have to go there by then. They're the fellow villagers."
"Then are you going to stay in the hospital all the time?"
"Can you go out if you have nothing to do?" Strange said with his eyes raised his eyes and stared at him. "I still have more than 80 cases that have not been written. If you bother me here, I will not finish writing until tomorrow morning."
"Discuss," Schiller said with a snap of his fingers, "I'll help you report it, you've pushed the next two surgeries."
"Push?" Strange snorted coldly, "Do you know they've been with me for three years before they've been in the process?"
"Since I can wait three years, I don't mind waiting for one more day."
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"What are you going to do?"
"Two people are in a row. Don't you have teammates yet?"
Strange narrowed his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that," Schiller stood up, circled around the middle of the room, and said, "I think you are so pitiful, so I turned down those invitations and came to help you out. Are you moved?"
"You haven't found a suitable one, right?" Strange buried his head again, typing on the keyboard in front of the computer, "You want to find a teammate who can achieve IQ but not drag your back. I'm the only one left after picking it."
"You have seen through this." Schiller did not deny it, spread his hands and said, "How is it? Do you want to form a team?"
"I have a problem," Strange said, looking up at him, "I admit that your intelligence is OK, but if you are separated from your symbiote, how do we fight?"
"Your important role is reflected at this time." Schiller said with confidence, "You are the Supreme Master."
"So you want me to fight two?"
"It's not that pessimistic."
"Very pessimistic." Strange continued to lower his head to type on the keyboard, and then said, "If you just want to find a thug, you can go to any universe to find a Thor. After all, I don't want me to take on some of the intellectual work."
"I promise it's a small part." Schiller sat back and said, "and I'm not completely powerless, and I won't let you fight two at one."
"The surgery cannot be pushed," Strange said, "either you wait for my surgery to be over, or you can go and have a quit with someone else first."
Schiller was waiting for this sentence. He flipped Strange's computer together with his middle finger and index finger, and then said, "I'll wait for you to go online."
It was midnight when we waited. At about 2 a.m., Wizards of Strange went online. As soon as we opened the communication channel, Schiller couldn't help it. He said, "What's your vampire routine?"
"The vampire is not as good as I get up early." Strange's voice was still calm. He said there was another surgery at 5:30 in the morning. "We only have three and a half hours."
"God. It won't be long before God will be glad that his hands finally come back."
"You care so much about my body, so some time ago, all my patients suddenly asked for an expedited effort. I guess it has nothing to do with you?"
"Uh..." Schiller was choked. He did think of a solution before and dragged Strange in New York with surgery. He explained with a tough bullet, "Maybe your previous appearance in the documentary attracted the attention of fans, so they came to you to expedite it so that they could appreciate the charm of God's Hand."
"Which copy are you going to line up?" Strange asked.
Schiller is actually watching it. You can’t choose a specific copy for a double dungeon, but you can choose a theme. It’s not all puzzles, there are also some parkours or extreme sports.
“I’m more inclined to solve puzzles,” Schiller said, “or do you want to experience a wing suit flying in the fighting world?”
"Do you think my cloak will agree?"
"What? You two aren't counting as two units?"
"He is my equipment, not a symbiosis with wisdom, of course he is considered a person." Strange's tone was a little gloating.
Schiller sighed, it was because Gray Mist was too smart.
"Wait a minute. If the cloak is not a living thing, wouldn't you throw it onto the balance?"
"Are you crazy? Why did I sell my cloak?"
"Either you want to sell it, or you want to weigh it and see how heavy it is." Schiller instigated frantically, "You won't sell it as long as you don't click the confirmation button. Are you not curious about how much your equipment is worth?"
"No curious," Strange said, "material desire is the root of destruction."
"You are really becoming more and more like a supreme mage."
"You're wrong. I'm afraid I'm the only one among all Strange who is still insisting on being a surgeon."
"Yes, but God probably wants to return his hands even more."