The live broadcast room was still immersed in heated discussions, until suddenly, someone asked:

"Wait a minute, is someone counting the points?"

"Points, what points?"

"The average score is the effective score of the two teams."

"What's the point? Is it possible that..."

Most people suddenly fell silent.

Everyone typing in front of the screen suddenly pulled out paper or opened computing software as if they were possessed. They quickly wrote down on the light screen and on the scratch paper:

The highest score of both teams will be ignored.

In the first round, elite scored 91 points and raganrok scored 80.5 points.

In the third round, elite scored 92.4 points and raganrok scored 97.3 points.

In the fourth round, elite scored 90 points and raganrok scored 97.7 points.

As I write this, people subconsciously stopped writing, and most people are slowly raising their heads, looking at the points on the screen with incredible expressions. This is just a simple calculation, so simple that many people can quickly calculate it using mental arithmetic.

Answer:

Ignoring the highest score of 96.1 points, Elite scored 91, 92.4, and 90 points, and the final effective score was 91.1 points. As for raganrok's score, ignoring the highest score of 98.6 points, the scores were 80.5, 97.3, and 97.7, with an average score of 91.8 points.

When these two sets of numbers come together, many people are subconsciously at a loss.

It was as if their thinking became dull for a moment, causing them to inadvertently overlook an important fact. What does the two defeats really mean to elite?

To be fair, at this difficulty level, except for the last result of elite which is substandard, this set of ratings is already impressive enough. However, none of this can bridge the gap between the two cold numbers.

91.1 and 91.8.

The difference of just one decimal place is enough to change all the results at this moment.

Even though this result is so bizarre.

raganrok eliminated elite?

It was like a bomb detonated in the live broadcast room, blowing away all the barrage, and there was silence. The commentator opened his mouth several times, and finally a guest cleared his throat and coughed to help him.

Ending:

"It's really... somewhat unexpected..."

But it was more than unexpected.

Wandering Ma was actually the first to calculate the result, but he did not announce the result in his live broadcast room

He was not at the game at the time.

Not even in Vanrich.

It was just surrounded by mountains and forests. The wandering horse silently put down the quill in his hand and glanced at the plover standing among the crowd in the crystal image with infinite emotion. There, the young man was looking up with his head raised.

The results on the scoreboard showed a mature smile and a light sigh of relief on his face.

Somehow.

The wandering horse recalled El Pashin's game.

He was the first of all to understand this, who really was the man who worked the miracle?

Van Rich, the square is getting quieter by the minute.

A group of people from Yisi were also looking up at this scene, looking at each other with incredulous expressions.

"Really won?"

They also asked around.

"How is this possible? They were not so good when they competed with us!"

"It's so abominable, they hide their clumsiness!"

But among the team.

There was only the tall young man, holding the omnipotent plug-in in his hand, looking at the projection on the sky without moving.

In the floating light and shadow there, the beauty of alchemy is displayed in a poetic way. The extremely simple formulas and extremely complex processes, their final crystallization, is like a crystalline supreme crown.

extremum.

But that's no coincidence.

He suddenly strode forward.

"team leader?"

Leaving everyone with puzzled faces

…

There was an audible silence in the box.

Falaise looked at the light pages quietly, opened them one by one, and then closed them again. Opened them again, and closed them again. He raised his head, with a strange and incredible look in his eyes.

.

"So, who can tell me this is just a coincidence?" A senior craftsman looked at this scene and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

There was also a page of paper in front of him.

On the thin form, it was clearly written:

In the first round of auditions, I scored 98.5 points.

In the second round of the audition, the materials were purified and the score was 98.5 points.

…

Until the second round of the qualifying round, the score was 98.5 points.

The numbers were all exactly the same, so he looked at them several times before confirming that he had read them correctly. He was not the only one. In such a large box, for a long time, there was only the sound of rustling pages, and no one announced the results of the competition outside.

.

People seem to have forgotten this.

There was also a piece of paper placed in front of the old speaker. He looked at the paper and smiled and shook his head:

"This little guy is really an all-rounder."

What was written on the paper was:

Quarterfinals, Crystal Production, scored 98.6 points.

He pointed to the score and couldn't help laughing and asked: "Everyone, what do you think the extra 0.1 point is about?"

His snow-white eyebrows gathered together, forming a curved arc, and he said hurriedly: "Young man is quite alert."

The crowd roared with laughter.

It's a pity that my brain can't turn around.

Ender stared at the sky, warning himself that he must not admit that this was his unlucky student at this moment. But when he looked back, Falaise was twirling his pointed beard with one hand and giving him a strange look.

"Do you believe this is a coincidence?" The dwarf president turned around and asked the others.

"Unless he is the illegitimate son of Lady Luck."

There were followers of Modela in the hall, and they were immediately furious: "Damn it, you will be cursed by the gods if you say that!"

"I'm just making an analogy."

"I can't even use an analogy."

The old speaker patted the table and signaled everyone to be silent: "Then does anyone know who this young man is?"

All was quiet.

Falaise turned back to look at Ander, but Ander didn't speak. Falaise thought for a moment and didn't answer. He looked behind him, thankful that Elpaxin's people had been out for a while and a half and hadn't come back yet.

The old speaker turned the page over, covered it on the table, raised his head, and looked at everyone with his stern eyes under his snow-white eyebrows. He asked again: "Well, everyone, does anyone know where this young man comes from?"

"He and Raganrok's men did not arrive in Vanrik together."

"Someone from Raganrok was seen going to the dock area to pick someone up."

People picked up the scattered information and answered in a variety of ways.

The old speaker waved his hand, asking them to stop making these meaningless statements. The old man put his thumb and index finger between his eyebrows, rubbed it gently, and then said: "With his technical level, is it possible for this young talent to

Is it the teacher behind the scenes?"

"How can this be?"

"How old is he?"

"So how can you achieve this level at such a young age?" Someone lined up several pages of paper, and the rows of identical points were slightly dazzling.

The man was speechless.
To be continued...