Chapter 91 Diary of the old editor

"Yes, this is our old editor's notes." Tao Na smiled and explained, "Since the end of the last Donghua District Competition, he has been collecting information about large and small, official registration, informal registration and underground teams in City C. Originally, he wanted to publish a special issue before the start of the competition, but unfortunately he had to give up this plan because of the layout. I think it may be useful for you, so I will come from him.

"It's a pity. Looking at these contents, it would be strange if you could publish your newspapers without selling them." Ren Jingcheng turned over a few pages, looked carefully for a while, and said with great emotion.

"Show me!" As the fire machine spoke, he reached out and took the diary from Ren Jingcheng's hand.

"What did your old editor do before?" The fire machine looked at the diary and seemed to find something. It looked up at Tao Na with a strange face and asked in surprise.

"I have always been an old editor of the Sports and Entertainment Department. What's the problem?" Tao Na asked back.

"This data is too professional. Although it may only be a bunch of unclear numbers in the eyes of outsiders, it is equivalent to exposing all the advantages and disadvantages of a team in the eyes of those who like to verify data. With this data content, it is like a cheater." The fire machine shook the diary and said.

"Oh, is it a good thing that the special issue has not been published?" Tao Na didn't expect that the old editor's casual writing was so powerful, so she said in surprise.

"If this book is full of professional club data, I'm afraid someone will really kill for it. So, yes, it's a good thing that it hasn't been published as a special issue, otherwise the teams that have exposed their strength may not know how to go to your newspaper to make trouble!" The fire machine returned the diary to Ren Jingcheng again, nodded with approval and said.

"Reporter Tao, this... or... you'd better take it back!" As a good student, Ren Jingcheng reacted very ** to cheating. He hesitated for a moment and handed back his diary to Tao Na.

"It's yours for you. I don't want it. It's useless to put it here." Tao Na waved her hand and refused to say.

"Retention, don't think too much about this book. Data is always just data and can't represent everything. After all, it is dead and people are alive. It's not surprising that anything happens in the war. It's up to us to win. The data can only be used as a reference." The fire machine said to Ren Jingcheng.

"That's right, if this book is really useful, the old editor won't give it to me casually. Don't care too much." Tao Na also persuaded at the right time.

Ren Jingcheng thought about it and felt that he was too formalistic. Professional clubs also have their own data analysts. If the data can really determine the victory or defeat of a battle, what else can be played, but the comparison of data can determine who will win and who will lose.

"Oi, I have something else to do, so I'll go first." Seeing that the matter was done and it was meaningless to stay, Tao Na got up and said goodbye.

Ren Jingcheng and others sat for a while and discussed the affairs of the team and separated.

That night, Ren Jingcheng hid in his room after dinner to study the content of his diary. The more he studied Ren Jingcheng, the more shocked he was. He deeply felt that he still underestimated the amateur team in C city.

In addition to detailed and abnormal data analysis of each team, the old editor in the whole note also made a scoring table with a total of 20 scoring items, which is a full score and six points are qualified. Unlike those dazzling data, this scoring table shows the gap between teams very directly and clearly.

The old editor divided the large and small teams in the amateur circle of C city into three echelons, such as the rapid team, the sky dance team, the Tianhe team and other 15 teams belong to the first echelon, and the imperial team with Ren Jingcheng easily defeated the madman who ranked first echelon in the Donghua District competition. The team also squeezed into the first echelon list.

These teams of the first echelon have obtained 10 full marks in at least two items in the old editor's scoring system, and the rest are between 7 and 9 points, and the rapid team established by the fire engine has 510 points, ranking at the top of the pyramid, followed by the Sky Dance Team, with four 10 points.

As for the old editor of the Tianhe team, he only gave two ten points, but Ren Jingcheng understood that this data should be the score before Ma Kang joined the Tianhe team. Now it is hard to say how the Tianhe team has developed.

Due to its short establishment time, although they defeated the Madman Team, which is only one place lower than their old enemy, the Watermelon Peel Team, but a battle does not explain the problem, so it is in a lower position in the first echelon.

The team of the second echelon is at least one ten, and more than 80% of other events are between six and eight points, and some teams reach nine points. There are about 200 such teams in C city. For example, Su Yuqing's Silver Light Dance Troupe and Ren Jingcheng's Killing Star Team, which they have defeated, all belong to this echelon. Naturally, the passer-by A team that has defeated these two teams is also among them.

Just looking at this score, Ren Jingcheng couldn't help frowning. Although the old editor put the passers-by A team into the second echelon, they did not have one. The highest is personal skills: eight points, and other projects are hovering around six and seven points, and they will only be qualified. The old editor wrote clearly in the notes next to him that if they hadn't defeated the Killing Star and the Silver Light Dance Troupe, and defeated the rapid team in the quarter-finals, they might not have been able to enter the second tier.

The third echelon is all the remaining teams. Their number is so large that they can't be counted one by one. Just in the diary, the old editor lists the names of at least 5,000 teams. Their scores are not as average as the first two echelons. Seven or eight points more, one or two points less, and even more than half of the projects are zero points. It's not without.

After reading this diary, Ren Jingcheng is still quite depressed. Originally, he won the championship of the Donghua District Competition. Although this champion is a little watery, he is still very proud and proud. Now after reading the ratings of the old editor, he knows that they are still insignificant in other people's hearts, and the championship they win depends on luck rather than strength.

The alarm clock at the head of Ren Jingcheng's bed found that it was getting late, so he had to go to bed with an extremely depressed mood.

It's just that this night is a nightmare.

In his dream, he ran wildly, and there were a bunch of numbers behind him all the time chasing him. These numbers were full of sharp jagged teeth like shark teeth, biting his buttocks one after another. These numbers were either nine or ten, and there was nothing else...

"Dip..."

The harsh alarm clock sounded, and Ren Jingcheng struggled to get up from **. Recalling last night's nightmare, he couldn't help shivering. He suddenly shook his head twice and patted his face to wake himself up. Then he got out of bed and put on his slippers and walked to the door.

Open the door casually. Ren Jingcheng just took a step and suddenly turned back. He went to the table and looked down at the black leather diary. After thinking for a long time, he took down a pile of books from the bookcase and threw one book after another on the black leather diary. He pressed it at the bottom and was busy in his hand. He is still muttering:

"Let you chase me, let you chase me, and crush you..."

Ren Jingcheng was doing psychological construction for last night's nightmare and didn't notice that the door had been opened.

"Xiaojing, what are you doing when you get up early in the morning?" Looking at her son's dementia doing something inexplicable, Ren's mother was scared and worried.

Mother Ren was woken up by the continuous noise from her son's room. Originally, she thought that Ren Jingcheng was looking for something and wanted to help. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her son throwing books on the table like a demon.

"Nothing, I exercise... exercise..." Ren Jingcheng held a book and was about to fall again. Suddenly, he heard his mother's voice so scared that he couldn't help shivering and said casually.

Exercise?

When Ren's mother heard the words, she looked at her son with a black line. She didn't believe such nonsense. Who lost the book while exercising was not afraid to shake her arm.

"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry!"

Ren Jingcheng looked at his mother's eyes and knew that no one could frighten such 250 nonsense. Even if his mother was simple-minded, no matter how straightforward she was, she knew that his behavior had nothing to do with exercise.

"Well, aren't you going to participate in that competition today? I'm going to buy breakfast. You can wash your face and brush your teeth quickly. Don't be late." When Ren's mother saw that her son really didn't want to say anything, she stopped asking and changed the topic.

"Well, okay, soon, I'll be very fast!" Ren Jingcheng agreed.

Ren's mother looked up and down uneaslessly and felt that she was really okay before turning around and leaving.

Ren Jingcheng was relieved when he saw his mother leave. In a blink of an eye, he saw the books piled up on the table, and suddenly felt that he was particularly stupid. He shook his head with laughter before walking out of the door and washing his face and brushing his teeth...

After eating the breakfast bought by Ren's mother, Ren Jingcheng said hello and went out.

August 4th is not any holiday, but the road in front of the New World Convention Center has begun to be blocked at 7 a.m. It is not any vehicle that occupies the lane, but pedestrians. They are mostly students and young people. They wear strange clothes, dress strangely, and hold all kinds of things in their hands. The sign encircled the whole convention and exhibition center.

Early office workers also seem to have been prepared for this situation. They have chosen a different work route from the past and take a detour. They are also careful to drive, because they don't know when someone will suddenly run out and run to the front of the car. If you are not careful, you are likely to hit people to death. After all, a lot of such things happen every year.