On the Throne: The King of Black and White

After several days of ranking competition, except for the 6A students, the year-level rankings of the other four divisions have been released.

In the cafeteria, Zhao Siya held her cell phone tightly, pouted, and frowned into an inverted figure.

Beside her, Chen Feifei put her face close to hers, with a mean expression.

"Xiao Yaya, why are you only ranked 86th? I thought you were ranked 68th!"

"Oops!" Then she covered her mouth, as if she had just remembered something, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Look at my memory, it turns out that I am the 68th! Hehe~!"

Zhao Siya didn't hesitate to face the bitch next to her who was blinking, sticking out her tongue, and banging her head to pretend to be cute. She raised her fist and hit her!

"I will let you know the 86th Iron Fist now!"

"Hahaha~! It's useless, it's useless! Jealousy will make you look beyond recognition!"

Looking at the two sand sculptures struggling together again, Lin Xiao turned to look at Fang Wen and asked with some confusion:

"I've always been curious about how our school's ranking is calculated. Is this really accurate?"

The competition mechanism of the year-level qualifying competition is very strange.

It cannot be considered a knockout round. After all, that kind of competition system can only determine the top few, and there is a lot of luck involved.

But if it is a points round-robin competition, there is a lot of water content.

For example, in Division A where Zhao Siya is located, each player only plays 9-10 games on average before they are ranked.

Is this really accurate?

"Well..." Fang Wen pondered for a while and explained to Lin Xiao: "Our qualifying match is actually a mixture of multiple competition systems, and the number of matches is also calculated and allocated through AI."

“In the beginning, each of our students actually had an initial rating.”

"Initial rating?"

"Yes, that initial rating is determined by last semester's ranking."

Fang Wen tucked her bangs behind her ears and chuckled:

"Because of that initial rating, in the first few rounds, the AI ​​will let stronger players meet weaker players, cut into teams based on strength, and finally start a round-robin system."

"So on the first day of the game, the opponents you encounter will not be evenly matched, and the differentiation between strengths and weaknesses is very obvious."

Lin Xiao nodded clearly, but then his expression turned strange.

So wasn't his initial rating last semester extremely low?

Less than 6 students in a year received 40A evaluations, and they were all students in the martial arts class.

Based on the AI ​​algorithm, wouldn't the students he met on the first day be among the top dozen or so?

Presumably Fang Wen also thought of this. She looked at Lin Xiao with a smile and joked:

"The AI ​​certainly didn't expect that someone would improve so much in one semester. By then, it would have to recalculate many sessions."

"And there will be a few unlucky ones who will be eliminated by you, and they will have to enter the round robin to play one or two more games."

Fang Wen pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "I hope it won't be me..."

That was really embarrassing... Lin Xiao scratched his cheek and hurriedly changed the subject:

"Then if it's ranked like this, won't there be any problems?"

"If you are dissatisfied with the ranking, you can apply for a rank challenge later."

Fang Wen raised her finger and gave an example:

"For example, if you feel that the students at the top are not as strong as you, you can apply to the grade level. If you win, the school will manually improve your ranking."

"However, after decades of optimization and improvement, the school's AI algorithm is still quite accurate, and there are few examples of successful challenges."

In other words, the students who were kicked down by themselves would at most be forced to play a few more games, and their rankings would still rise in the end.

That's good, Lin Xiao felt relieved slightly.

He is a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see his classmates suffer injustice.

……

Junwu University, VIP reception hall.

In the spacious reception hall, there are about ten sets of sofas, tables and chairs.

The aroma of tea is overflowing in the room, and the wine, beverages, fruits, snacks and cold cuts are fully stocked.

Including the principal and dean, teachers from the entire third year of college gathered together.

They sat scattered on the sofa, gnawing melon seeds, sipping tea, and chatting casually with their colleagues.

There were only three people sitting on the main table in the center.

The bald Mediterranean and senile president of Luzhou Military and Military University, Zhong Wenrong;

Ling Sen, the junior dean with white hair and a beard, eyes as clear as a mirror;

Lan Bao, the instructor of the martial arts class with a high ponytail and a wild temperament.

At this time, these three A-level hunters with the highest status were silently nibbling peanuts and melon seeds on the table, boredom written on their faces.

"Alas...at this time of year, I, an old man, have to go out and endure the pain of receiving customers!"

The old principal pursed his lips and spit out the melon seed shells. The wrinkles on his face were bunched up, and he looked quite aggrieved.

"I don't like this day either..." Ling Sen took a sip of tea, shook his head, and sighed: "But there's nothing we can do about it. The Hunter Association attaches great importance to the 6A ranking in the junior year, so we must come and inspect it."

Juniors with 6A grades are all really good prospects, the kind who can directly enter the Hunter Association after graduation.

And unlike the warriors who were admitted as hunters later, these students' talents were all top-notch. In ten years, they might become C-level or even B-level hunters.

Those are a large number of mainstays, the darlings of the Hunter Association.

In fact, military officials also came to inspect a few days ago, but they were received by the teachers of each class.

The three A-level hunters here are all generals in military rank.

If they were asked to receive the military, the inspecting official would probably feel terrified rather than honored.

But there is nothing the Hunter Association can do...

In a sense, the person the association came to inspect is also your immediate boss. Even if they are A-level hunters, they have to go out to do business.

"...Why do I want to sit with you two old men? I am young and beautiful, and I have nothing in common with you!"

Lan Bao curled his lips and looked at the surrounding teachers with envy.

They just came here today to accompany and join in the fun. They should chat and play down there. The atmosphere was so lively.

"Shut up! You are also an A-level hunter after all, so what do you mean down there!"

The old principal slammed the table angrily and said angrily.

Lan Bao stared at the principal fiercely, his eyes full of suspicion.

"...Smelly old man, you just want to drag someone to suffer with you, right?"

"Hmph! So what?"

The old principal snorted disdainfully, with a very sinister smile on his lips.

"I'm suffering here...you still want to play down there? There's no door!"

The despicable mentality of the old principal aroused strong dissatisfaction among the two present, and just when they were about to fight.

Outside, the receptionist's voice sounded.

"this way please…"

The teachers' conversation suddenly became quiet, and the three A-level hunters also stood up with serious expressions.

The hall door opens.

There seemed to be several guests standing outside.

The first person to walk in was a tall and muscular man with red hair.

He was wearing a simple vest and shorts, his face was rugged, and his demeanor seemed a bit careless.

As soon as he entered the door, the man felt the attention of everyone and scratched his head.

"Ah! Are you all welcoming me? Hahaha... That's so embarrassing!"

boom--!

A peanut turned into a gray stream of light and hit the man's head like a sniper rifle, sending the strong man flying straight away.

"Get out of here! Old man, I didn't invite you!"

The teachers looked back, and the hall became lively again.

The uninvited guests outside the door didn't care at all about the old principal's teeth and claws, and slipped in with smiles on their faces.