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"Bang! Click!"

"That guy is still smashing things?" Corvinus glanced at the direction from which the sound came.

"Child, it's just a tantrum." Dracula rubbed his temples: "Gabriel hasn't come back yet?"

"Not yet." Hercules shook his head: "He said he would be back in a moment."

"Okay, you go back and rest first, and leave the rest to me." Dracula said a little tiredly.

"is that OK?"

"Okay, besides Dracula, do you think anyone else can persuade that guy?" Leviathan stood up.

Michael opened his mouth and scratched his head. Just as he was about to say something, he was dragged away by his teammates.

Dracula was the only one left in the huge conference room.

Tsk, I originally thought that even without any tactics and relying on hard power, the United States, which was the first to establish a professional league, would be the strongest.

Unexpectedly... Dracula sighed, and this team is really difficult to lead. He now feels like a kindergarten teacher, either dealing with the children's conflicts or on the way to deal with them.

oh? Over there, it seems to be finished?

Dracula was startled, stood up, and walked towards God's room. After thinking about it, he went downstairs and bought two hamburgers. Then he looked at the mess in the room, opened the door and asked, "I Can you come in?"

There was no sound in the room for a long time. Dracula shrugged and walked directly in.

"Tsk, you really don't have any free time. Your temper will cause so much trouble to the people who clean the room tomorrow." Dracula shook his head: "Forget it, you have money anyway."

"Is that why you said this?" In the dim room, god raised his head and stared at Dracula in front of him.

"Not really. I just wanted to see if you were done venting your anger. No, you didn't eat dinner either. I bought you two hamburgers downstairs. Let's eat together." Dracula handed the bag in his hand to God .

God glanced at it and sneered. Just when he was about to taunt, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. He swallowed his saliva and finally snatched the thing from Dracula's hand and ate it in big gulps.

"Actually, it feels quite unnecessary, what do you think?" Dracula smiled. Fortunately, God didn't smash the lamp, so he turned on the lamp, pulled a chair over and sat down.

"I am a genius." God raised his head and looked at Dracula fiercely.

"Yes, yes, you are a genius. No one has ever denied this, but have you truly understood Glory?" Dracula tilted his head: "Don't rush to answer. What you have mastered is driving The pinnacle of the magician profession, I dare say that from the establishment of Glory to the present, no one understands this profession better than you, and no one does it better than you, but that is not how Glory works."

"Oh, I was just careless this time. In the finals, I will tear those bastards into pieces." god crumpled the paper into a ball: "Thank you for the food, now you can leave."

Damn it, so you didn’t listen at all. You’ve been beaten for several times and you still haven’t reacted. Isn’t it true that there are talented people like you?

Dracula sighed and left the room.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Gabriel walking over with a haggard look on his face. Further inside was his room.

"Gabriel, are you feeling better..."

The next day, Huaxia settled in the hotel and conference room

"No, no, no, no, this is too unsafe. I think it would be better for Sun Xiang to be the bait and let Lao Xiao take center stage." Huang Shaotian shook his head repeatedly.

"This is already the third plan you have rejected." Wang Jiexi sighed helplessly.

"But it's not appropriate to let the captain make this bait. Even if it can hold the opponent down explosively, are you sure we can rescue it in time? No, after the last round of setbacks, I don't believe God will be so brainless as to just bite the bait." It’s just that replacing someone else would not be worth the loss at all.” Huang Shaotian said seriously, rarely getting into a fight with Wang Jiexi.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how does it feel to be disliked by your partner, old metaphor." Xiao Shiqin asked with a smile.

Yu Wenzhou smiled and shook his head: "Shaotian is right. I'm not sure how long I can hold the two of them down, let alone one of them who is a god."

"Just tolerate him." Bai Mo sighed helplessly: "Then, let's discuss the feasibility of the next tactic, with Sun Xiang as the core of the tactic..."

Everyone had a great time at yesterday's party. After the party, other professional players left one after another. They knew they needed to give these guys some time.

They have done everything they can. If these guys still need help, they will take the initiative to ask.

The discussion lasted from morning to evening, and meals at noon and evening were also eaten in the conference room. Finally, several plans were decided upon, and everyone fell into tangle again.

"Let's just stop here today. We have to decide on a plan tomorrow." Ye Xiu rubbed his neck and said a little tiredly.

The tactician masters are probably the most exhausted group of people. They sit down and discuss a plan that everyone thinks is acceptable, then analyze possible situations, simulate the opponent's situation, and then explain it to others in detail.

It's hard work and hurts the body.

"Two days before the start of the final, we need to decide on a list and submit it to the referee team. We just need to give it directly to Lao Feng. He said that someone will come to pick it up then." Yu Wenzhou glanced at Bai Mo and said.

"Let Lao Feng come and pick it up in person then?" Bai Mo thought for a while and shook his head.

"Tsk, as for being so arrogant?" Sun Xiang sneered, mocking Bai Mo's caution.

Bai Mo rolled his eyes: "Damn it, give you some sunshine and you'll start to shine, right? I'll sort it out after the finals are over."

"Take me one." Fang Rui signed up eagerly.

"Well, count me, I've been unhappy with this kid for a long time!"

"Is there a shortage of people to put sacks on?"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

"Go back and ask the others if they are interested in doing it together."

"I think there should be a lot of people like this, right?"

"I think so too."

Yu Wenzhou shook his head in a funny way. This Sun Xiang has also helped a lot: "Okay, everyone should go to bed early. As for what Xiaobai said, I will tell Chairman Feng."

"But Xiaobai, you are indeed making a fuss out of a molehill, right?"

Have it?

Bai Mo sighed. If it wasn't inappropriate, he would have wanted to find someone to escort him all the way...

I hope you are overthinking, right?

Bai Mo turned his head and looked out the window. Zurich, which was originally sunny, suddenly became covered by clouds and covered the moon.

After two days, with the help of other Chinese professional players, the Chinese national team finally came up with a plan, with Sun Xiang as the main attacker, Ye Yushengfan supporting him, and Wang Buliuxing assisting, with one shot through the clouds. For support, Shi Buzhuan can freely change his position. The sixth person is Su Mucheng, who can provide long-range artillery suppression.

"Can you let go..." Feng Xianjun looked at Ye Xiu, who was holding on to the list, speechlessly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll confirm it again." Ye Xiu said casually.

"I'm afraid you'll tear it apart if you keep reading it!" Feng Xianjun looked at the children gathered around and looked at the contents on the paper, and said helplessly: "It will be submitted before two o'clock in the afternoon. If you continue to read it, the time will come. I can’t catch up!”

"Tsk, you're so picky, it seems you haven't made it on the referee's bench yet!" Huang Shaotian said with disdain.

"Go, go, kid, what do you know! If I were not on the judging panel, you would have been able to get people caught with just your trash talk, do you know?" Feng Xianjun scolded angrily.

"Oh, really. If there is a shady story in the World Invitational Tournament, it will really worry the professional league in the future..." Huang Shaotian shook his head.

"Stop delaying my time! No joke, submit at two o'clock!"

"By the way, Uncle Feng, I never asked, has the result of Korea's penalty been announced?" Bai Mo came over curiously and squeezed Feng Xianjun's shoulders and asked.

"Little Bai Mo is still good..." Feng Xianjun glared at Huang Shaotian, and then said seriously: "It's out. Because the Korean team used unfair means to frame professional players from other countries, the league has decided to ban them from participating in the next three games. The qualifications for the World Invitational Tournament will be revoked, and the current chairman of the Korean professional league will be revoked, and the official person in charge of the Korean Glory will be held accountable."

"Tsk, it's not bad, I didn't beat them to death in one breath." Bai Mo sighed regretfully and pulled away.

"...Your problem of using people to move forward and not using people to move behind is something you learned from Ye Xiu." Feng Xianjun blew his beard angrily and glared.

"Okay, okay, take it, take it." Ye Xiu let go of his hand and handed the registration form to Feng Xianjun. Under the video shooting of other officials, he sealed the wrinkled list of players and put it away. Into a sealed box.

"By the way, you guys should be the last professional players I have led." Feng Xianjun suddenly sighed and looked at the guys in front of him seriously: "If you think about it carefully, I have known you for eight years. ah……"

"What's going on, Old Feng, are you retiring?" Huang Shaotian was stunned and quickly asked: "Then who will be the next chairman of the alliance? It can't really be Ye Xiu, right? Really or not!"

"I'll go, right?"

"What are the conditions for running for election? If this guy Ye Xiu is elected, he will definitely mess up the alliance!"

"Why don't you consider Lao Feng again? I feel that you are in your prime now, so there is no need to retire so early!"

A group of professional players gathered around. They are all, or have been, professional players at the captain or vice-captain level of each team. They have spent a lot of time dealing with Feng Xianjun, and Feng Xianjun has indeed taken great care of them since he came to power. Man, when he suddenly heard the news that this guy was going to retire, he felt a little reluctant.

The most important thing is...

"Let's just tell you who the new alliance chairman is? Isn't it really Ye Xiu?"

"What does he like to eat, drink, and play? Is he young or handsome?"

…

"Damn it, I'm going to be promoted! President of the Asia Glory Professional League!" Feng Xianjun couldn't help scolding: "You won't expect me to order something good, will you?"

"He cursed, he cursed."

"This is unqualified!"

"that is!"

"Despise him."

The others suddenly felt bored and turned away.

If these guys had been their direct superiors for a few more years, they might have lost many years of their lives.

Feng Xianjun puffed his beard and glared. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was indeed time to leave.

"Hey, little guys." Feng Xianjun called to the members of the Chinese team who were about to go back to their rooms to rest.

Ye Xiu, who has been fighting for the longest time, was still quite young when I first met him... bullshit, there was something wrong with his memory. From the very beginning, this guy was the one who gave me the least peace of mind.

Bai Mo started causing trouble as soon as he entered the league and never stopped. This kid has made people worry a lot since he took over as Happy's captain. Having this kid escorting the national team really made him worry a lot.

Yu Wenzhou, who is the most worry-free and the most regrettable flaw, is followed by Huang Shaotian, the noisiest person who forced himself to modify the rules of the Glory Professional League and even uploaded it to the General Assembly. This guy has also changed from a boy to a young man. ah.

Although Xiao Zhou is a bit taciturn, he is in other respects a top professional player, a benchmark of glory that he has set up with his own hands.

Sun Xiang, which team he joined and which team was relegated? I don’t know if his failure to win the championship this time was attributable to him. If I had known earlier, he shouldn’t have been allowed to join. Forget it, it’s all superstition, and he’s still a great guy. .

There is another Wang Jiexi who is not much different from Xiao Zhou, but his facial features are a little bit not straight. Alas, this kid is such a pity!

And Fang Rui...forget it, let's not mention him.

Feng Xianjun looked away in disgust. In the past two days, the chairman of the Australian League had not looked down upon him. This made Fang Rui feel confused.

Chu Yunxiu, the eldest sister of all female contestants, just needs to smoke less and watch less TV series.

Guo Mingyu, I don’t have much contact with him, but he is also a good kid.

Tang Hao has changed a lot since joining the national team. He is no longer as arrogant and violent as before. It's good. It was the right thing to throw him in and polish him.

Zhang Xinjie...why does he keep staring at me? Is my dress not neat? This kid, I'll recommend him a psychiatrist later.

Zhang Jiale, a great young man, finally got his wish. Xingxin didn't let him down, and he didn't let Xingxin down either.

And the little girl Mucheng, alas, it’s a pity that her son is too old, so it’s easier for the little bastard Ye Xiu...

Xiao Shiqin, this World Invitational Tournament is also one of his opportunities to realize his dream. Now, he should be more nervous than anyone else, right?

Everyone looked at each other. Old Feng smiled, felt disgusted, and felt helpless. In the end, it turned into a deep bow: "It's an honor to meet you. Thank you for your hard work. You are all the best." .”

"..."

Everyone looked at Old Feng blankly and was quiet for a long time.

Ah, I suddenly felt emotional. These guys must be very moved, right?

"Old Feng...is your brain cramping?"

"According to that outdated buzzword, is this a joke?"

"Somewhat possible."

"No, I just want to ask him what was going on with the way he looked at me just now?"

"I don't know why you look at me with disgust, you bastard!"

"Keep your voice down, or you'll have to take out your medicine again if you hear me!"

...These bastards, if they don’t win the championship, they’ll be scolded to death by me!

Old Feng's face turned dark again. (End of chapter)