The national team matches were too mysterious—unfathomably so... Jiang Han felt that she had been right never to gamble. Without Sister Chu's eye for it, she could only end up as a girl beneath the wheels, just like A-Du. She consoled A-Du beside her:
"Good sister, you okay?"
"Guh..." Tears filled Du Ningzhuang's eyes. Being a literary girl was bitter too. The girl stared at Chu Yujun, who was currently performing the two moves "'Poison Dog Punch'" and "'Such a Fast Punch!'" After a long while, she said weakly, "Um, A-Chu, how about you place my bets for me next time?"
Chu Yujun was quite loyal. Patting her ample chest, she promised:
"Leave it to me. I made a betting data curve chart. The next group-stage match is against Dongying—there's another password to riches waiting for us."
Ever since Dongying had recklessly gone to war with 400 million witches, it had never recovered, failing to qualify for the National Cup for twenty-five consecutive years. It had only gradually improved over the last two years, and that was because, in this world, Chinese witches who could not get matches at home could apply under a special provision to compete in Dongying, then achieve results there and enter the Asian circuit. That was another path available to them.
And since they frequently played against Asia's two powerhouses, Dongying's level naturally recovered quickly. On top of that, they received special competition funding every year! They held tournaments annually, sparred against the top domestic teams, and Europe, as a minor world-tournament region—meaning half of the annual top eight came from Europe—often participated in Dongying's money-giving cup as well. As a result, although Dongying sometimes lost disgracefully, they received training more often than not!
Taking a sip of cola, Jiang Han pondered the format. She