On the third day after winning the championship, it was 7:30 pm Zurich time.
All members of the Chinese team, just like the day of the opening ceremony, were sitting at the edge of the stadium in their team uniforms. Everyone was uneasy and nervous.
It’s 1:30 a.m. Beijing time.
Pan Lin and Li Yibo were sitting in the studio, suppressing yawns. You said that others can hang their heads and pierce their buttocks when they are sleepy. They can't even do this - there are no beams to hang in the studio, even if there are beams.
, and I don’t have such long hair. Even if I have such long hair, it would be unseemly to throw it up and tie it up in front of the camera...
It was so easy to get through a month... 21 days, 9 games, plus an opening ceremony. They worked ten long night shifts. They thought they were finally relieved... Why bother with this!
It’s obvious that the Chinese team has won the championship, it’s obvious that the next World Invitational Tournament will be held in China, and it’s obvious that they don’t have to suffer from jet lag... Oh my god, how have they offended the alliance? The alliance wants to punish them like this...
"Hello everyone, viewers and players. What we are seeing now is the first World of Glory Invitational Tournament, and the accompanying exhibition match. In this exhibition match, 20 countries were invited, with a total of 280 players participating.
The players will work as a team to pursue their glory. It is said that in order to increase the fun, special competition rules have been adopted for this exhibition match——"
"So what will be the rules?" Li Yibo asked without any pressure. Pan Lin shook his head: "The detailed rules have just been sent over. They are a bit long. They are still being sorted and translated in the background. But it should be a bit difficult. I think the Chinese team players
Their expressions seemed quite nervous..."
When it comes to rules, the current Swiss president wants to wipe away bitter tears, and Feng Xianjun, who is responsible for communicating with the Chinese team, also wants to wipe away bitter tears. The conscience of heaven and earth must destroy this group of players - no, these little bastards
It’s really not easy to coax him back to play games!
The World Invitational Tournament is over, and they will return to China in a few days. On this rare occasion, the players would rather go shopping all over Zurich, shop for goods, or stay in their rooms and play games - while the competition is taking place
The dedicated server has not been shut down yet. Hurry up and make appointments with interested foreign players for a few games.
Dressing like a dog to play in an exhibition game? NO!
Even the reception, which included food, drinks and fun, was all seduced under the guise of "there is a computer on site for dating"...
Exhibition games were even more troublesome. Feng Xianjun tried to communicate and persuade. One of the little bastards on the left was "tired" and the one on the right "wanted to go home." That guy Yu Wenzhou smiled gently and spoke politely.
He is a master of Tai Chi, but the essence of his answer is that he doesn’t give any face at all!
Promised benefits, but no; promised remuneration, but not interested. Exhibition matches require additional appearance fees and additional bonuses, that’s all. The gameplay must be interesting and the rules must be novel!
You are not here to play!
You were paid to perform for the audience, okay?
Why is the prerequisite that you have fun yourself?
Feng Xianjun felt that his hair had turned gray. He ran back and forth between the players and the organizing committee, discussed back and forth, and went through hundreds of times in one day. Finally, with great difficulty, the rules that everyone recognized were finally settled...
The audience must be interested, the suspense must be maintained until the last moment, and friendship must come first and competition come second. The exhibition game is just for fun. The Chinese team has already won the championship. It is really not worth it to let them fight too hard.
But if you don't work hard, if you don't get first place, there must be a justifiable reason.
Well now, the little bastards are all sitting on the scene...
I can't kill you!
At the side of the stadium, Chinese players were sitting in rows, whispering to each other, and some of them were shivering. Time passed by, and at 7:45, the lights suddenly dimmed, and a loud broadcast sounded throughout the stadium.
The detailed rules of this competition also sounded in their headphones through simultaneous interpretation:
"Please all players change each other's account cards according to the numbers given on the screen..."
Yes, this is the first rule of this exhibition match. All players do not use their own account cards. Instead, they use the corresponding numbered teammate account cards according to the numbers randomly generated by the system.
The league staff are responsible for supervision. If anyone refuses to be replaced, the whole team will be directly judged to be a loser. Of course, the players come to the exhibition match just for fun. Since the rules are agreed in advance, generally speaking, there will be no weird cheating on the spot.
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"I'm coming!"
"Change account card!"
"Who is the pastor? Who can't turn this stone?"
"Don't be Lao Ye, don't be Lao Ye...it would be too boring to be Lao Ye..."
A group of people were shouting. Even if it was an exhibition match purely for fun, everyone still had a little bit of a desire to win: it would be better if the crucial priest fell to an expert, but what if he fell to someone as fierce as Sun Xiang or Tang Hao?
In the hands of someone who is hard-hitting, everyone is just here for fun this time...
More than a dozen players were arguing. Zhang Xinjie didn't speak, and Ye Xiu, who was being criticized, didn't speak either. In the middle of the team, a hand was weakly raised: "I..."
On the screen in front of Xiao Shiqin, a big "10" pointed out to him the person he would use the account card for this game: Player No. 10, Zhang Xinjie.
There were gasps everywhere.
"Fortunately, it's Xiao Shiqin..."
"With the master tactician here, I feel more at ease..."
"Live, live, live, live!"
Xiao Shiqin took the account card from Zhang Xinjie. He stood up, took the card, and returned. In just a few steps, there was already a quarrel around him about the next victim:
"Who uses Lord Grim?"
"Who got Lord Grim?"
"who?"
"who?"
"Who is number 1 in front of you?"
Xiao Shiqin turned around to look around. The ones who jumped the most were Tang Hao and Fang Rui at the end of the team - it looked like they didn't get it and escaped by themselves, just to watch the fun and not think it was a big deal...
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"Oops! It's a pity I didn't get it!"
"Come on, is that card of Lord Grim useful to you if you get it?"
"It's useless even if you get it, right?"
A pair of seven issue sevens stared at each other like cross-eyed ones. Xiao Shiqin resisted stroking his forehead: Forget it about others, you two, you really better not mess with Jun Mo Xiao - By the way, who got it?
He returned to his seat and inserted his card to log in. In the team channel, a message immediately popped up on the screen.
Jun Moxiao: I am Yu Wenzhou.
Soxar:…………
Ghost Cry on the Mountain:…………
A Shot Through the Clouds:…………
Dazzling Hundred Blossoms:.........Holy, oh, oh, oh, this is Lord Grim at 0.5x speed, hahahahahaha!
In the players' seats, wailing could be heard everywhere.
Tang Sanda: Did my Dazzling Hundred Flowers fall into your hands?
Fengcheng Yanyu: This is good, you don’t need to use Baihua style to block your sight (spread your hands)
One Shot Cloud: In fact, I was still looking forward to word bubbles and Hundred Flowers style breaking out together... Now, Huang Shaotian can complete it by himself!