Ruan Mingchu felt the veins on his forehead were about to rebel, throbbing with unusual excitement.
“Of course it’s only temporary,” he gestured to the screen, “this is our final position.”
Looking at the first line that Ruan Mingchu was pointing to, Li Bingcang didn't discourage him: "Then keep it up."
Believe it or not, he certainly doesn't, and he's already satisfied with this result.
Li Bingcang took a picture, saying, "I'm going to catch up with some old friends."
It was ostensibly a reunion, but in reality, it was a show-off.
His old friends announced they were cutting ties with him for three days!
Ruan Mingchu was the only one left in the villa's living room. He stared at the number on the screen, lost in thought, and fiddled with the nameplate in his hand.
He searched online but found no news about this year's league. The online reports were all from the previous year, and some netizens were discussing why this year's league wasn't being held.
While this blind selection of matches by number gives the bottom-ranked team a chance to score, such a large-scale event couldn't possibly be done with their feelings in mind, especially since it came from officials in the central star system who look down on remote star systems.
It was more like they were guarding against something.
Ruan Mingchu's fingers traced the number on the back of the nameplate. Was the number deliberately hidden on the back simply because there wasn't enough room in the front?
If confidentiality is required, wouldn't it be better not to write it down at all?
He really dislikes those who work in administration; sometimes they can make simple things complicated, which is quite impressive.
After learning his team's score, Li Bingcang couldn't stop smiling.
He would go out and stroll around the villa, asking everyone he met how their grades were for the day.
If he can't find anyone outside, he'll knock on the door and brag about it through the door, like a child who hasn't grown up.
Since he came to the Military Academy and learned about the league, the entire faculty and staff of the school have been extremely depressed during the league season.
Improving the school's overall strength and thus making progress in the league is every teacher's dream and a major concern.
Li Bingcang thought that if he could achieve such good results again tomorrow, he could let everyone prepare to celebrate.
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Author's Note:
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33. The Anti-Imperial Alliance: God should not have attempted to save you!
After completing the tour, Li Bingcang's excitement gradually subsided, and he prepared to return home.
On the way, Li Bingcang encountered a young student who seemed to be lost and asked him for directions. Kindly, Li Bingcang led the student to the road sign.
When the student thanked him, Li Bingcang couldn't resist showing off to him again.
"Wow, your team is really great." The young students were much more enthusiastic than the old guys, and Li Bingcang finally heard what he wanted to hear.
Li Bingcang remained humble and sincere: "It's all thanks to the students' own hard work, especially my team leader, who is not only strong individually but also trains his teammates."
"Wow, he's really excellent, no wonder he's your student." The little classmate's simple compliments made Li Bingcang feel like he was floating on air, and a sense of excitement rose from the bottom of his heart.
Unable to resist, the two chatted for a while longer.
Li Bingcang feared that such good results were just a flash in the pan, and if he didn't seize the opportunity to show off, he wouldn't have another chance.
The little student is amazing; every compliment is exceptionally sincere, and each one is different.
After the two parted, Li Bingcang still sighed inwardly, thinking how comfortable it was to chat with him.
The rules for the next day's competition were slightly changed. Instead of randomly pairing more than 3,000 teams and more than 30,000 people, the rules were changed to dividing teams into smaller circles based on yesterday's scores. Teams in each circle would only encounter opponents from the same circle.
In other words, the opponents you encounter should be of similar strength to your own, and with the launch of the comprehensive combat mode, you no longer need to worry about violating the rules by using pheromones, similar to fighting games.
Ruan Mingchu looked at the call number device in his hand: "Lei Qianjun is the first one to go today. Little Lei, are you confident?"
Ruan Mingchu asked the last question while looking into Lei Qianjun's eyes.
His gaze was gentle yet firm, full of encouragement and trust.
Lei Qianjun blurted out, "Yes!"
It was the kind of loud voice that was shouted out.
It drew everyone's attention.
Lei Qianjun rushed out the door and followed the robot. He recalled Ruan Mingchu's eyes just now. At that time, it was as if he was bewitched. Now, he felt no emotion at all, only a chill running down his spine.
How could that demon, who torments them in every way imaginable, possibly be gentle?
Everyone was glued to the screen watching Lei Qianjun's match, while Ruan Mingchu was reading the summary they had written the night before.
The analysis is quite accurate, but the handwriting is getting increasingly messy. I still remember the first time I had them write, at least the characters were neat and orderly squares; now even the doctors praise the strokes as flowing and flamboyant.
Hmm...should I get them some calligraphy practice books? But I don't seem to have the time right now.
After the competition ends, I'll give each person a few calligraphy practice books.
The terminal suddenly rang. Ruan Mingchu opened it and saw that the organizing committee was calling for people again.
I have a feeling that this year's organizing committee is extremely immature. Why couldn't they have said everything on the first day? Or are they just taking things one step at a time and figuring things out later?
That's amazing.
Ruan Mingchu handed the call button to Mu Yu: "I'm going to a meeting, keep an eye on things."
Mu Yu took it and nodded.
The poor little member was pushed out again by his wicked colleague. He stood on the stage, stared at by more than three thousand extremely unfriendly eyes, and trembled with fear.
He swallowed hard. "The reason I called everyone here this time is... because there are new rules again."
With a strong survival instinct, he stated it upfront: "It was General Rong Zhiming who requested it; it has nothing to do with us."
The team leaders below fell into thought, no longer staring at the junior member, who was almost moved to tears. He seemed to have received a royal decree, and every word he uttered mentioned General Rong.
"General Rong has shortened the individual arena battles to three days, including today, with two more days remaining. The competition format for these two days will be comprehensive confrontation, and the competition time will be shortened to half an hour. As for the team arena battles, it hasn't been decided yet."
"And, General Rong also said that it would be meaningless to lose without a penalty, so the rules have been changed to add one point for winning, deduct one point for losing, and deduct one point for each side in a draw."
This will quickly widen the gap between strong and weak teams, with some teams even ending up with negative scores, a complete reversal of the previous rules.
Why act in this way?
The junior members quickly provided the team leaders with an answer.
"Because General Rong wants to take everyone to the battlefield, organize everyone into different regiments, and assign positions based on the scores of these three days."
A standard team consists of 1,500 people, while the total number of contestants is 35,398. This can form 23 standard teams, with the remaining 898 people randomly inserted.
Therefore, the captains of the top 23 teams in total score over these three days will become the legion leaders, and their teammates will also have higher or equal positions than the captains of other teams.
After the junior member finished speaking tremblingly, he noticed that the atmosphere in the room had instantly changed, and everyone could feel the tension.
Waaaaah, Alphas are so scary.
From now on, the competition between teams will be even fiercer. It will be harder to predict the outcome of matches between evenly matched opponents; if a team is destined to lose, it might as well deduct points from everyone's tally.
Ruan Mingchu returned to the preparation room and explained the new rules to everyone. Everyone remained silent on the surface, but in their hearts they were all cursing the organizing committee.
It's outrageous that the points I worked so hard to earn are being taken back.
While everyone else was focused on things like winning and losing, and scores, Nguyen Minh Thu was thinking much more than they were.
If the random numbering of opponents, the requirement to stay in the preparation room, the robot leading the way so that no one else will be encountered, and the players' faces being blurred, are all measures taken to hide the players and prevent outsiders from spying on them.
Rong Zhiming's actions were like putting everyone in the open.
The former is an attempt to cover up, while the latter is a desperate attempt to attract more attention.
Perhaps someone really has their eyes on the future of this empire, and after the empire's governing body discovered this intention, some chose a conservative approach while others chose to take risks.
Rong Zhiming's move was like hanging a juicy piece of meat, the military academy student, on a fishing rod. The fish would most likely bite, but whether he would catch the fish or the fish would take the meat was uncertain.
Why didn't the Hidden Team report such a big thing to him? He checked the encrypted mailbox on the terminal again to make sure he hadn't missed any reports.
A cold glint flashed in Ruan Mingchu's eyes; he hoped it wasn't what he thought.
After the team captains returned to the preparation room and explained the new rules to everyone, the competition became extremely intense.
Unless you have overwhelming strength, even if you are slightly stronger than your opponent, they will still take the time to drag you down with them.
After working all day without earning a single penny, and even losing a penny in the process, Mu Yu, Gong Zhushen, and the others were not in a good mood.
Back at the villa, everyone was waiting to discuss countermeasures with Ruan Mingchu, as things couldn't continue like this.
As soon as Ruan Mingchu got out of the car, he said he had something to do and jumped into the hovercar and left before anyone could react.
Mu Yu pursed his lips, suppressing his irritation, and said to everyone, "Let's watch the video review and summary first, and we'll talk about the rest when he gets back."
That's all we can do.
Ruan Mingchu rode in a hovercar for half an hour to reach a coffee shop.
A cat café with ancient pet cats.
As soon as he entered, several cats came to his feet, meowing as if to say, "This lord accepts your service."
Normally, Ruan Mingchu would have been in the mood to play with the cats. But now, he gently pushed aside the cats blocking his way and walked straight to the innermost seat without looking to either side.
Ruan Xingyi was already waiting for him there. A stack of documents was already placed on the table in front of the empty seat opposite him.
Ruan Mingchu sat down, flipped through the book briefly, and then put it down.
Ruan Xingyi trembled all over; he hadn't seen His Highness so angry in a long time.
He tried to say something to ease Ruan Minh Thu's mood, "Since you were attacked and went missing and then contacted us, our guard teams have moved to the shadows as you instructed. However, in the past month, His Majesty has frequently summoned us and assigned us many tasks, most of which are in remote locations."
Ruan Mingchu nodded; it was all written in these reports, and he was aware of it.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. People should know their place."
Ruan Xing covered his face. He knew he was slow-witted and clumsy with words, and couldn't say anything nice.
Ruan Xing got straight to the point: "These are the results of my investigation after receiving your message, and your suspicions are indeed true."
You won't believe it until you check, and what you find will shock you.
For the Imperial Star's management, this matter was common knowledge. The Anti-Imperial Alliance had sent a high-profile notification that they would be targeting the most outstanding military academy students in the Imperial's various star systems.