After Dean Sun finished speaking, he pointed to the light curtain above, and a big ten-minute countdown appeared in everyone's eyes.

The students below also started to get the ball of light one after another and saw the numbers inside.

Xiang Jingqinhu and Yuyang got the ball of light one after another, 3, 13 and 33 respectively.

Qin Hu looked at the three numbers and sighed and said, "I still think if the three of us can be grouped together."

Yuyang rolled his eyes and said, "If the three of us are in a team, we might encounter the first two rounds of the group stage."

Qin Hu looked at the light ball in his hand and said, "But if you have survived the group stage, you can freely form a team in the team match. If we form a team, we will have an advantage. We are not afraid of others stabbing a knife in the back."

What Qin Hu and Yuyang said both have a certain truth. If they know the same group, it is possible that they will play their own team in the group stage. If they are not in the same group match, they will not find the same team.

This is the wisdom of the school. Whether it is for the small number of students in grades 13, 14, and 15, or the 3,000 students in grade 16, this lottery is the first hidden test.

Students in grades 13, 14, and 15 should consider whether it is better to be in a group or not to be in a group. After all, they are the most elite and outstanding group of people in the whole grade. Naturally, they want to have better grades and rankings.

In the 16th grade, all members of the entire grade participate. They represent not only individuals, but the entire class group, and they must consider how to make their class win.

A class with mediocre students and another class's top students compete in a group. Although there is a high probability that they will lose, they can provide the class with enough information, fighting methods, and so on.

This draw is like a battlefield without gunpowder. How to arrange troops depends on how these students and teachers consider.

"Students from the third class of the 16th research institute, grab me 3 groups of light ball numbers!"

On the edge of the stadium, a teacher yelled at the students who were leisurely holding the ball of light in the stadium.

Immediately afterwards, the students from Class 3 of the 16th Research Institute directly jumped high into the sky. Dozens of people moved around among the many **** of light, and soon they got a lot of **** of light.

"Fuck, can it be like this?"

"Nima, isn't it one by one?"

"Hey, hey, is this a foul?"

Some students who hadn't understood what was happening were forced to ask three times, but they didn't understand what was going on.

Teacher Jin on the other side of the court raised his eyes and reflected the light of wisdom. "I knew that the school would not be so easy to talk. Fortunately, I was prepared."

Holding the notebook in his hand, he calmly yelled to his students, "For those in the first class of the 16th research institute, the top fifteen will get one set of numbers, the sixteenth to thirty will get the second set of numbers, and the rest will try their best Take three more sets of numbers."

"Yes, Teacher Jin!"

The students in Mr. Jin's class are obviously more coordinated and disciplined, and they cooperate with each other to quickly hold the sky ball number.

Other teachers are not fuel-efficient lamps. They lined up and made students rush to grab numbers. There were still a lot of numbers in the sky, but they were quickly divided up. Some students even had empty hands. What are the numbers? I don't know anything.

The atmosphere of snatching numbers subsided a bit.

"There are still five minutes to go. After five minutes, which group of players get the number in hand, if you have more than one number in your hand, it will be considered a violation and disqualified." Dean Sun said abruptly. words.

After listening, the teacher in the field twitched his eyes, and then directly asked the students in his class to steal from others.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, with more than 3,000 people robbing the ball number, just like the War of the Century.

"Dean Sun, is this really okay?"

Other leaders on the side looked at Dean Sun and asked.

Dean Sun nodded calmly and said, "It's okay, young people, just move more, let them pay attention, it's okay to break the skin, don't affect the next game."

"Yes" I will notify the teachers.

After the people left, Dean Sun shook his head. This was really not what he wanted to pay attention to. It was mainly the one who really couldn't guess what he was thinking.

And the person in Dean Sun's mouth, that is, Xiang Jing, was already far away from the chaotic area at this moment, standing aside quietly, watching them **** the ball number.

Want to line up troops? If it doesn’t exist, it will be demolished for you.

He wanted to see how these students would deal with them when they didn't get the teacher's boring number, and how to arrange the next game.

Only the unknown can arouse people's curiosity, thereby creating more possibilities.

No matter how strong the strength is, it is only a human being, not a god, and it is impossible to do everything. It is like a god. Under such unknown circumstances, the person who will break the siege will have unlimited possibilities in the future.

"Bring it!"

Xiang Jing was watching a good show on the fringe, when suddenly some 16th grade students rushed out of the crowd and attacked their lower grade students.

Xiang Jing didn't want to fight for anything, so he threw the ball of light in his hand to avoid entanglement with these students.

For the rest of the lower grades, some chose to give up the ball of light in their hands, and some chose to keep the numbers in their hands. Therefore, the snatching battle that had only broken out in 16th grade spread to other grades, and the whole scene was chaotic.

Xiang Jing didn't care about that much. He looked up and saw that there were thirty seconds left. He bent down and picked up a ball of light casually and stood aside.

"The countdown begins, 10, 9, 8..." Dean Sun started counting the last time on the podium.

Seeing that the time is approaching, the level 16 teachers can't control that much anymore, and one after another asks the students to hold the ball of light in their hands, throw them out more, and pick them up if they don't get it.

"3, 2, 1, time is up!"

After ten minutes of chaos, the lottery was finally over. Fortunately, these students were not stupid. Although they had a swollen nose and swollen nose, they at least got a ball of light in their hands.

Especially in the three grades of 13, 14, and 15, there were already few people, and so many 16 sieges and snatches, and several of them were beaten like pigs.

Yuyang and Qin Hu also hung some color on their bodies, but they didn't get in the way.

"The injured will go to the school hospital for treatment later. Now that everyone has qualified for the competition, let's go to the next round."

The referee team in charge of on-site command asks the students who have drawn the corresponding numbers to stand in a line at the designated position.

There are a total of thirty-three phalanxes, each with one hundred people, standing in a row in the center of the stadium.

The chief referee of the referee said, "Next, we will start the single group draw. There are a total of 1-50, divided into red and blue. The student who draws the same number from a square will be the opponent for tomorrow's game."

PS: A typo is the Tomb Juegu, not the West Juegu.

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