Chapter 122 - Black Out Operation (2/2)
Seeing Meng Fan approach from the shooting machine, she directed the phone camera at Meng Fan.
Meng Fan took a look and smiled, pausing for a minute to think. “Do you know what kind of operation can make 70,000 people blind at the same time?”
Qu Jing Jing paused for a moment and shook her head.
Meng Fan reached his finger and covered the camera.
Pfft.
Qu Jing Jing couldn’t contain it anymore and laughed out loud.
It was respectable for a stream host to do this!
“I’m leaving. You’re hurting my self-esteem!”
“Cancelling my subscription!”
“This is a dark moment for us netizens, but it’s also a dark moment for you, Meng fatty!”
“Reject the host’s atrocities, fickle netizens, let’s all unsubscribe!”
“There are millions of hosts on this channel. What’s one less fatso?”
“You’re trying to kill us with one finger? You’re underestimating us!”
“I, Wang Jing Ze, would rather die watching someone else’s stream before watching your stream again!”
“~~~ Smells good!”
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After the organizers counted the results from group C, they quickly announced the ten people that advanced into the finals. Meng Fan had the highest score to nobody’s surprise.
Aside from Meng Fan, the highest score was 671, which was scored by the squid who accidentally screwed up in qualifying for the city competition. His registration score was 685, and he scored 671. It was a considerably good turnout.
Before seeing Meng Fan’s score, he was 100% confident he would advance as the first seed and receive the ticket in the first place as well.
The finals was split into three rounds.
The first round would have all ten contestants shoot at once, and the top six from those results would advance into round two.
In the second round, six people would shoot at the same time, and the top three would enter the third round. All three of these contestants would receive a ticket for the city level competition.
The third round was a round-robin with each person having only one chance to shoot to determine the final ranking.
The order of the final round was going to be determined by the results of the previous rounds, so the person with the best score would shoot last.
The finals was divided into several rounds mostly to extend the duration of the competition. The organizers went through a lot of trouble to receive these three city-level entry tickets, so they didn’t want them to be obtained in a mere eight hours. Also, the CGL basketball tournament was meant to be a warm-up.
This arcade was meant for individual contestants while the city level competition was divided into individual contestants, men’s doubles and mixed doubles. The competition process was much more simple as well.
Five minutes after the advancing players were announced, the first round of the finals began.
Meng Fan still stood in front of the No.6 machine. Evidently, this was a special arrangement planned by the organizers.
Although everyone could see Meng Fan had the championship on lockdown, the organizers still wished Meng Fan could perform at his best. Even if a familiarized machine wouldn’t help much, at least it wouldn’t affect his play.
For a 750 point scoring god to spawn from their venue, the organizers felt they had already profited.
After the game started, almost everyone present piled behind Meng Fan, and all of them had their phones out while they wait. Although they all spoke of wanting to kill Meng Fan, they were all very well behaved.
After the first round ended, Meng Fan scored 751 points. It was a better score than the preliminaries, and everyone present felt nothing but respect. There wasn’t much luck to begin with in this game, so this master was very consistent indeed!
As consistent as Meng Fan was, the other participants were obviously not as consistent. Basically, they had performed worse than the preliminaries. The biggest difference came from the squid, who botched his registration score.
His preliminary score was 671, but during the first round of the finals, he only scored 602. He still easily advanced into the second round, but it exposed the reason behind his failure during the qualifiers.
In the second round, Meng Fan scored 758, another score that people looked up to.
The squid that slipped through the net had completely collapsed, scoring 584 points. He came in fifth, forfeiting his opportunity for the top three, and his chances at the CGL city level qualifiers.
He heaved a deep sigh. He felt slightly hopeless and helpless.
It was a confirmation that he was not a competitive player; strictly speaking, he was an easily frustrated player.
“You put too much pressure on yourself.”
Everyone’s eyes were concentrated on Meng Fan. Nobody noticed the desolate expression of the squid except for Da Fei, who could count as an acquaintance. Da Fei walked over and lightly hammered his chest with his fists.