Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythical Card Groups

Chapter 83 [Kyushu No. 1] Two directions for creating legion cards

"Uncle Yuan, if they don't have a legion card in this last practical class, they will just fail, right?"

After sighing softly, Bai Ziliang scratched his hair and couldn't help but ask.

"Well, almost."

Xie Wenyuan said while packing up the teaching aids: "The next subject will either be 'search' or use the human sea tactic. If you don't have both, then..."

He spoke for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"Uncle Yuan... This is a bit unfair." Bai Ziliang couldn't help but speak for his alma mater: "The loss of personnel in No. 2 Middle School and Taoli in the last round was their own fault."

"How can the training team be divided into groups based on the number of people? Isn't this equivalent to giving one of the schools No. 2 Middle School and Taoli School a chance to turn around, then turning around and kicking No. 1 Middle School into the dirt again?"

"Haha, yes, you can use your brain." Xie Wenyuan couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this: "But, kid, I have already thought about what you said."

"I can only say that the butt determines the head. As a graduate of No. 1 Middle School, I can understand your grievances about your alma mater. But I also have a reason to group them in this way."

"What's the reason?" Bai Ziliang couldn't help but ask.

"As early as the end of the first round of practical classes, we have already made a preliminary position on the strength of each school: No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School are undoubtedly better than No. 2 Middle School and Taoli."

"But we can't tell which one is stronger or weaker among these two levels. We can only simply and crudely organize them to fight."

"Now that the results are out, the third middle school is the strongest, the first middle school is second, then the second middle school, and Tao Li is last. In the next school year, the association's resource supply to major high schools will also follow this order."

"Secondly, in the past few days, the experts from the province who have come to help have already selected the students they value, and they have almost talked about it in private."

"It can be said that this training has ended here. Whether or not you pass the last practical subject in No. 1 Middle School has no impact at all. It doesn't matter."

"Then why do we need to set up this department?" Bai Ziliang said with some confusion.

"This is the reward for the winner."

Xie Wenyuan glanced at the other party, unscrewed the thermos cup, and took a sip of boiled water: "The winner of the other battle royale, No. 2 Middle School, was just a companion. The protagonist of this last practical class was No. 3 Middle School. To be more precise, No. 2 Middle School was the winner.

Say, it’s the year.”

"For such a long time, we have been intentionally or unintentionally increasing the difficulty of his tasks, but he can complete them easily every time."

"This means that until now, we don't know where his upper limit is."

"Everyone also wants to take this opportunity to get a good feel of his bottom."

"If his strength is really so strong that us old guys find it incredible, then we will work together to train him and hit the top pick!"

"Market number one?" Bai Ziliang asked subconsciously.

Hearing this, Xie Wenyuan, who was drinking water from a thermos cup, almost choked to death: "Are you telling me a joke? Even a kid like you can be admitted to the top of the list. Can you still set this as a goal? You don't

It’s too embarrassing, cough…”

"Look at what you said, isn't the provincial champion also the municipal champion of their city? I'm not wrong..." Bai Ziliang muttered quietly from the side.

Xie Wenyuan was lightly amused: "The provincial champion? The situation is too small, kid. If the test results of this last practical class are particularly good, we plan to let him compete..."

"The number one scholar in Kyushu." Speaking of these four words, Xie Wenyuan didn't know what scene he thought of. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fist unconsciously: "That is the number one in Kyushu...the number one in Kyushu!"

"Uncle Yuan, you are too brave to think this..."

In the middle of Bai Ziliang's words, he suddenly saw Xie Wenyuan bursting into tears and covering his face with his hands, so he decisively closed his mouth, patted the always calm elder, and comforted him softly.

It's really a bit unclear.

…

Time passes quickly.

After eating, Ji Nian returned to the open space.

At this time, Xie Wenyuan and Bai Ziliang had left, and people from several other schools had not yet arrived.

Su Wen, who is rarely diligent, has been waiting here early and is currently sorting out the teaching aids alone.

"Xiao Nian, why are you here so early?" he said with a smile.

"It happens that I have nothing to do, so I came here for a while." Ji Nian nodded, and then took the initiative to reach out and help the other party organize things: "Teacher, let me help you."

"Okay."

Su Wen smiled and nodded. Every teacher doesn't like talented and discerning students, and he does the same.

It's a pity that Ji Nian, a genius who only comes across once in many years, is destined not to become his disciple.

But being able to participate in such a genius training program is enough for him to brag about and remember for the rest of his life.

When he imagined that he would enter a nursing home when he got old, and talk to the old men and women around him about the age of his students, the old men would be jealous, and the old women would compete to be their dancing partners in the square. Su Wen couldn't help but have a slightly "slutty" smile on his face.

meaning.

"Um, teacher..."

"Ah? What's wrong?" Su Wen subconsciously wiped the non-existent saliva and said as if he was waking up from a dream.

"I have a question to ask you." Looking at the other party's unreliable look, Ji Nian couldn't help but sigh silently, but he still asked seriously: "It's about the selection of legion cards."

"Legion Legion, shouldn't there be one or more leaders?"

"For example, if I want to build a skeleton army, in addition to the skeleton soldiers, do I also need to prepare the materials to create a skeleton general or a skeleton king?"

"How should I put it..." Su Wen organized his words a little: "It depends on personal wishes."

"Anyway, you and I, Teacher Fan Lei, both use our own main battle summoning Kakaling as the commander of the army."

"My old general, the one I mentioned to you last time, really likes to 'set up generals and kings' within the legion."

"Because of this, he even scolded you, Teacher Fan, and I, saying that we have bad card-making habits. Ma Daha, sooner or later we will be manipulated and bullied like dogs..."

Su Wen was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized: His old general is the principal of the student in front of him.

"So, Ji Nian asked me this question... couldn't it be because Uncle Dong gave him the materials to build the "Skeleton King"?"

Su Wen was not stupid, and he quickly guessed what was going on. When he thought that the terrifying old man might be secretly staring at him at this moment, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

"Huh." After swallowing and taking a long breath, he tried to adjust his mood and said with a forced smile: "Xiao Nian, I remember, this method of preparation you mentioned is better."

"When making cards, don't be afraid of trouble. A move that seems useless now might one day have unexpected effects, what do you think?"

Hearing these chicken-soup words, Ji Nian and Uncle Dong who were hiding in the dark couldn't help but nodded at the same time.

Su Wen was right. His seemingly useless remedial action at the moment did save him a "dog leg."

(End of chapter)