Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

"Uncle Yuan, if they don't have a legion card for their last practical class, they will just pass it up right away?"

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

"Well, almost."

Xie Wenyuan packed up the teaching aids and said: "The next subject will either be 'search' or use crowd tactics. If you don't have both, then..."

He said for a while, then shook his head slightly.

"Uncle Yuan...it's a bit unfair." Bai Ziliang couldn't help but speak for his alma mater: "Second Middle School and Tao Li lost personnel in the last round, and it's their own fault."

"How can the training team be divided into groups based on the number of people? Isn't this equivalent to giving No. 2 Middle School and Taoli a school a chance to stand up, and turning around and kicking No. 1 Middle School into the mud?"

"Haha, yes, you can use your brain." Xie Wenyuan couldn't help being happy when he heard this: "But, child, I have thought about what you said a long time ago."

"It can only be said that the butt determines the head. As a graduate of No. 1 Middle School, I can understand why you complain about your alma mater. But I also have reasons for having to be grouped in this way."

"What reason?" Bai Ziliang couldn't help asking.

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

"However, we can't tell which of these two grades is stronger or weaker internally. We can only organize them to fight in a simple and rough manner."

"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 the last. In the next school year, the association's resource supply to the major high schools will also be carried out in this order."

"Secondly, in the past few days, the masters who came to help from the province have already selected the students they value. They should accept apprentices, invest in investments, and they have talked about it in private."

"It can be said that this training has come to an end. It doesn't matter whether you fail the last practical subject in No. 1 Middle School, it doesn't matter."

"Then why do you need to set up this subject?" Bai Ziliang said with some puzzlement.

"This is a reward for the winner."

Xie Wenyuan glanced at the other party, unscrewed the thermos, and took a sip of plain water: "The second middle school, the winner of the other battle royale, was just a running companion, and the protagonist of this last practical class is the third middle school. More precisely Say, it's the year."

"For so long, we have been intentionally or unintentionally making the task more difficult for him, but he can easily complete it every time."

"This has led to, until now, we don't know where his upper limit of strength is."

"Everyone also wants to take this opportunity to get a good feel for him."

"If his strength is really so strong that us old guys find it unbelievable, then we will work together to train him and become the No. 1 pick!"

"The number one scholar in the city?" Bai Ziliang subconsciously asked.

Hearing this, Xie Wenyuan, who was drinking water from a thermos, was almost choked to death: "Are you telling me a joke? Even this kid can be admitted to the top prize in the market. Can Ji Nian take this as his goal? You also It's too embarrassing, cough..."

"Look at what you said, isn't the provincial champion also the city's champion, I'm not wrong..." Bai Ziliang whispered beside him.

Xie Wenyuan, however, laughed lightly: "Provincial No. 1 Scholar? It's too small, kid. If the test results of the last practical class are particularly good, we plan to let him compete..."

"Number One Scholar of Kyushu." Speaking of these four words, Xie Wenyuan didn't know what kind of scene he thought of, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists unconsciously: "That's the number one in Kyushu...the number one in Kyushu!"

"Uncle Yuan, you guys dare to think too much..."

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

It is indeed somewhat unclear.

...

Time flies by.

After eating, Ji Nian returned to the open space.

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

Only Su Wen, who was diligent once in a while, waited here early, and was arranging the teaching aids by himself at the moment.

"Xiao Nian, did you come so early?" He said with a smile.

"It just so happens that I have nothing to do, so I'll come here a little earlier." Ji Nian nodded, and then took the initiative to reach out to help the other party organize things: "Teacher, let me help you."

"okay."

Su Wen nodded with a smile. There is no teacher who doesn't like students with high talents and good eyesight, and so does he.

It's a pity that Ji Nian, a genius who is rare to meet in many years, is destined not to become his apprentice.

But being able to participate in this kind of genius training project is enough for him to brag and remember for the rest of his life.

Fantasizing about entering a nursing home when he gets old, and telling the old men and women around him that his students are year-end students, the old men are jealous, and the old women are vying to be the dance partner in the square, Su Wen couldn't help showing a slightly "lewd-slutty" smile on his face. meaning.

"That, teacher..."

"Ah? What's the matter?" Su Wen subconsciously wiped away the saliva that didn't exist, and said as if 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 sighed silently, but he still asked seriously: "It's about the selection of materials for the Legion Card."

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

"For example, if I want to create a skeleton-skeleton army, besides skeleton-skeleton soldiers, do I need to prepare materials for building skeleton-skeleton generals or skeleton-kings?"

"How should I put it..." Su Wen organized his words a little bit: "It depends on one's own wishes."

"Anyway, you and I, Teacher Fan Lei, use our main battle summon Kakaling as the commander of the legion."

"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 matter, he even scolded me and your Teacher Fan, saying that we are not good at making cards, you are a fool, sooner or later you will be manipulated and bullied like dogs..."

In the middle of Su Wen's words, he suddenly realized: his old general is the principal of the student in front of him.

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

Su Wen was not stupid, so he quickly guessed the matter. Thinking that the terrifying old man might be staring at him in the dark at this moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Huh." After swallowing his saliva and taking a long breath, he tried his best to adjust his emotions, and said with a forced smile: "Xiao Nian, I remembered, the method you mentioned is better."

"Card making, don't be afraid of trouble. What seems like a weak move now may have unexpected effects one day, what do you think?"

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

What Su Wen said was right, his seemingly useless remedial action at the moment really saved him a "dog leg".