v2 Chapter 3： : Lottery

If there were not too many people at the scene, Kuramochi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Sawamura's words are really cruel.

Based on his experience of hanging out all the year round, although the other party kept his attitude low, he didn't show any emotion when he spoke, which was obviously a deliberate provocation.

If you really let him shake hands at this time, what will everyone think of Qing Dao?

Arrogance or self-righteousness.

After all, it was the seniors who were the main force in the third grade who won the national hegemony before. Like the others around them, they were a group that had just grown up.

What qualifications are there to be proud and arrogant?

If he didn't let him shake his hand, the result would have been worse.

Whether it was him speaking or Yu Xing's speaking, it was inevitable that he would suffer.

At this time, Sawamura directly shook the opponent's hand, and asked him with a smile what was his name?

Who can say we are impolite?

Besides, Sawamura is indeed the leader of that national hegemony.

He is not only the ace of the current Qingdao High School, but he can indeed represent the previous team.

He took the initiative to shake hands with the other party, which was the best choice.

It can not only show the majesty of the champion of Qingdao High School, but also be very reserved.

Just right.

Although he stayed in the same dormitory with Sawamura, Kuramochi didn't realize that Sawamura was so comfortable in diplomacy.

Especially the last sentence, Kuramochi was very relieved.

What is it called?

To put it bluntly, who are you?

Which onion are you?

An unknown junior also came to provoke him.

ridiculous!

If Sawamura knew what Kuramochi was thinking, he would definitely give him a thumbs up.

I didn't expect that his unintentional little joke could actually make up so many things in his brain?

Sawamura still knew the person in front of him.

"Hee hee, we're a nobody."

The person who shook hands with Sawamura had an eye-catching nose, and his smile felt like the sun in the cold winter, very warm.

This is in stark contrast to his image.

His name is Umemiya, a well-known pitcher in the East End of Tokyo.

Sawamura Eijun knew him, of course, because of his previous life experience.

After a few simple conversations with Mei Gong, Sawamura and the others sat down beside Mei Gong.

Two people came with Meigong, one was a small man with a monk's head, and the other was in a wheelchair.

He is Nan Peng.

Sawamura gave him a thoughtful look.

Nan Peng looks very delicate. If he is seen on the screen, he can be regarded as a tender little meat.

But it is such a person who is in a wheelchair at such a young age.

Sometimes life is like this, no matter how much wealth, no matter how much talent you have, you don't have a good body.

"Hello!"

Sawamura took the initiative to reach out and shake Nan Peng.

"thanks!"

Nan Peng glanced at his legs apologetically, indicating that he couldn't stand up.

Sawamura shook his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.

Mei Gong was quite surprised.

He obviously did not expect that Sawamura would take the initiative to shake hands with Nan Peng.

"do you know?"

He whispered to Nan Peng.

Nan Peng shook his head with a wry smile: "I know him, but I guess he doesn't know me."

Of course, Sawamura didn't know Nan Peng, but the name was familiar to him.

Now that he can see the deity, he naturally wants to get to know him.

When the three of them were seated, they heard whispers around them.

"That's Sawamura!"

"It's totally different from what's on video and TV!"

"At first I thought he was a little fat, but I didn't expect to be so delicate."

"There's no way, the people on TV just look fatter."

"how do you know?"

"My sister works at the TV station."

At this time, Miyuki and Kuramochi finally understood what Sawamura Eijun said before.

He didn't want to come here and be watched like a monkey.

Now, isn't it the same as the monkeys in the zoo?

"A-Ming, didn't come."

Miyuki also glanced at Inocheng's team and said.

Daocheng was led by a chubby guy who should be the captain of the new team.

"That guy is Fukui!"

After a while, Mei Gong became acquainted with Sawamura. Perhaps Sawamura's previous attitude towards Nanpeng changed his attitude towards Sawamura.

It can be seen that they have thoroughly researched Daocheng's information.

Even the people in Qingdao didn't know Daocheng's new captain, but he actually knew.

"Daocheng Industrial's performance has been very low-key since he was not able to enter Jiaziyuan in the summer. The results of the practice game and the preliminaries were not very conspicuous."

"What do you want to say?"

Sawamura looked at Nan Peng.

"I am afraid that Daocheng Industry will be reborn from the ashes. If you still aim at number one, he should be your strongest opponent."

"You are!"

Sawamura said calmly.

Sure enough, after listening to his words, Nan Peng's face flashed a trace of unnaturalness.

"We're just a small team."

"Don't fool ghosts there. If I really believe what you said, I'm afraid I don't know how they died?"

The two were arguing there.

Kuramochi next to him looked a little dumbfounded.

The other party is Ukumori, a very unknown school. How it looks, Sawamura is very afraid.

"The draw has begun!"

After a thin leader finished speaking, the drawing of lots officially began.

Schools whose names are called will play one by one to draw number cards.

The battle table has been designed for a long time. The team that draws the brand will hang its own brand below the battle table.

The autumn competition, unlike the summer competition for seed selection, has a very important element of luck.

If you are unlucky, there is also the possibility of encountering powerful enemies one after another.

"Daocheng Industry!"

After a while, it was Daocheng Industry's turn.

The chubby Fukui stepped onto the rostrum and drew lots.

He drew number 13!

When he drew lots, the people below were also whispering.

Although Daocheng lost to Qingdao in the previous summer competition, their popularity remains undiminished.

It looks very striking.

"City University and Three High Schools!"

After calling a few more names one after another, this time it was the city's third high school's turn.

As the three giants in West Tokyo, it can keep pace with Daocheng Industry and Qingdao High School.

City Junior also attracted great attention.

As the captain, Hoshida went up and drew No. 60!

"Separated!"

Kurochi was thoughtful.

There are more than 260 high schools, and there are more than 60 in total that were able to advance to this round.

These more than 60 pairs are adjacent to each other. For example, the opponent of No. 1 is No. 2, and the opponent of No. 3 is No. 4.

The winner of the two numbers will advance to the next round, where they will become opponents in the next round.

Daocheng's number is 13!

The number of the city's third high school is 60.

This means that it is impossible for the two teams to meet before the final.

Since they are separated, Qing Dao is bound to meet one before the final.