Fang Chang followed Zheng Miao to the venue of the competition, Donghai City Gymnasium.

This historic gymnasium has been completely renovated after several renovations. In the huge square outside the gymnasium, stalls and vendors were placed on the roadside early.

Countless audiences and contestants who came to watch the competition were mixed together, making the square lively.

Fang Chang's eyes swept past. Seeing so many people, he was still a little excited and nervous.

This is his first game!

It's still a formal competition!

"Come with me!" Zheng Miao had already become accustomed to this lively situation. After she identified the direction, she took Fang Chang to the reception desk of the tournament chairman.

Here, there are already long queues of contestants coming to participate.

Everyone is talking and laughing and doesn't seem nervous at all.

Fang Chang found that among the people queuing, there were relatively few adults, and the most were him and players of similar age.

These people have a common characteristic, they basically have five or six people or seven or eight people gathered together and were led by an elderly adult.

On the other hand, those adults are all alone, or line up with a serious and silent expression, or chatting and laughing with people they know next to them.

Some people secretly observe the surrounding situation and are frowning.

Seeing Fang Chang's gaze, Zheng Miao's steps did not stop. He led Fang Chang around the registration front desk of the chairman's office and continued to walk in.

There are very few people here, which is obviously different from outside.

Fang Chang turned his head in confusion and looked outside, and said in surprise: "Don't we have to line up to choose numbers?"

When he passed by the reception desk just now, he found that everyone was collecting numbers there. Seeing that he had not received them and was brought in directly, he naturally felt strange.

Zheng Miao chuckled and explained: "Stop looking, the people who are queuing up are all amateur players and people from vocational colleges. The contestants of our professional team have a dedicated registration channel."

"So we still have privileges. Do those people have no objection?" Fang Chang heard that he was treated so well, and he couldn't help but look at the people queuing outside.

After looking at this, he found that many people in the queue were staring at him with bright eyes, as if he was a delicious piece of fat lamb.

"Why are their eyes so weird when they look at me? I feel like I'm being targeted by a group of gay men." Fang Chang was so scared that he quickly turned around and said to Zheng Miao with lingering fear.

Zheng Miao was speechless. At this time, can’t he be more serious?

What does it mean to be stared at by a group of gay men?

"What do you say are they here to participate in the competition?"

Fang Chang thought for a while and replied: "Be famous? Bonus?"

Zheng Miao rolled his eyes and didn't point the two he said to the topic!

"What else?"

"And?" Fang Chang looked confused. Isn't it just for the sake of prize money and fame?

Is it just to make money?!

Without the power to drive, who would come from all over the country to participate in competitions with no time to do it?

Looking at Fang Chang with a confused look on her face, Zheng Miao felt a sense of regret. She gritted her teeth and said, "It is also to gain the attention of the professional team, so that they can enter the professional circle more conveniently!"

"These participants do not value the prizes very much. If they can enter the professional circle, the 15,000 credit points of the winner of the Snow Cup are not worth mentioning at all!"

"So that's the case. No wonder they looked at me so weirdly. They treated me as someone from a professional team." Fang Chang suddenly realized.

"Do they think I am from a professional team, so if they can defeat me on the field, they can win the attention of the professional team or even invite them?" Fang Chang asked hurriedly.

Zheng Miao shrugged and said with certainty: "It's obvious, so you are the target of those people now, and every game you will have to work hard next!"

Zheng Miao reminded earnestly: "They will do their best in the fight with you without regard to the consequences. After all, as long as you win you, you will get benefits that are hard to match even for the championship."

After explaining the interests inside seriously, Zheng Miao took Fang Chang to a small private room.

The decoration of the private room is quite luxurious, but there is no one inside.

Fang Chang was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Zheng Miao, what is this room for? Why is there no one?"

Zheng Miao replied casually: "This is a place for you to rest for a while."

"Then won't I get the competition number?" Fang Chang suddenly felt a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Zheng Miao shook his head calmly and said with a smile: "Our team has already collected your game number for you, and the number is No. 3."

Fang Chang twitched the corner of his mouth, "Then you took me past there just now..."

"Put some pressure on you." Zheng Miao sat on the chair and stretched comfortably.

Fang Chang was speechless. What could he say at this time?

I can only remember what Zheng Miao had just said in my heart, because he knew that his next game might not be too calm.

In the contestants outside, a burly and tall middle-aged man looked at the form helplessly.

He is No. 336, and his first round knockout opponent is No. 3!

This is a very bad number.

As an amateur magician who has participated in many amateur competitions, he knows very well that in various amateur competitions, the top 10 players are basically set.

The contestants holding these numbers are all contestants invited by the committee that hosts the events.

Some of them are amateur players from professional teams who are preparing to enter the professional circle, and some are talented students recommended by bigwigs from a vocational college.

It can be said that he was able to get this number and he won the first prize!

For this situation, he certainly would not suspect that he was arranged by the organizing committee clearly.

First of all, the matchup table was arranged immediately after determining the number of participants.

Before he could choose a number, he had already determined which number matched which number.

After the matchup chart is released, the players will come to the scene to select their own game numbers!

What's more, the number was taken out of the box by himself, so he certainly didn't think there was something wrong with it.

Besides, the top ten characters are also a driving force for those of them to participate in the competition.

Everyone knows that these people are not simple. If they can beat the opponent in the game, or have a draw with the opponent, they will have a bright future!

So, he felt that he had won the first prize.

"Ziqiang, what is your opponent?" A chubby and greasy uncle walked over and asked with a smile.

Zhang Ziqiang said calmly: "No. 3."

"Damn, brother, your luck..." The greasy uncle was shocked and the smile on his face disappeared. He stroked his greasy medium and short hair and patted Zhang Ziqiang's shoulder sympathetically.

"It's not embarrassing to have a round of tours. We brothers have already contacted you with the hot pot restaurant. Let's go together after that."

Zhang Ziqiang immediately laughed and scolded: "Get out, do you just have no confidence in me? Remember to order twenty plates of beef and mutton!"
Chapter completed!