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Inside Private Room No. 22, the atmosphere was rather heavy.
Wang Wei looked down at the battlefield, left in ruins after the fierce fighting. The Chang'an and Moon Bay team members had only just been carried away. He frowned slightly. "The children pushed themselves too hard. They wounded the enemy a thousand times and took eight hundred wounds themselves."
He Qiang, Chu Youwei, Ji Boda, and Liu Ruyan were all badly injured. They would need at least ten days or so to recover.
Xia Yun leaned back on the sofa, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingertips as he explained at an unhurried pace, "There wasn't much choice."
"The Ministry of Education pulled a 'quota exchange' this time, swapping finals slots for semifinal slots." (Yesterday's version was actually a bug. Let me patch it up first.)
"The upside is that more teams from each of our regional divisions can qualify for the semifinals. The intention is to improve each major division's chances of ultimately reaching the finals, while also bringing the academies within each region together."
He paused, sweeping his gaze over the others in the private room. "Put plainly, the higher-ups want each region to unite against outsiders."
Yue Qiansong nodded and took up the thread. "That's why we've been deliberately targeting all of Toske's strong teams-going all out against them, you could say. Every point matters."
Wang Wei's deep voice rang out. "We don't have much choice, either. Right now, Tosk Province is closest to us in Fasno. As long as we take them out, we'll be secure."
"As long as we finish first in the division, we'll get at least one slot, no matter how they distribute them."
Zhong Feng lifted his teacup and took a sip, his voice somewhat low.