Han Lin's re-invitation request completely surprised the Internet cafe guests under the stage.
In the same way, Lin Feng didn't take the challenge at all, but it also caused Zeng Rui and Tang Bingyao beside him to be surprised.
really come again
Dou Zi was the first to come back to his senses, with an understanding expression on his face:
"Ok, come again."
"Anyway, it's not worth it if you don't make money. In another round, Feng Feng can easily win it in a few minutes."
Tang Bingyao next to her nodded in agreement.
Small money is money.
Don't make money, don't make money.
Jingu Sakura frowned slightly as she looked at Han Lin, who had a resolute expression on the opposite side, and couldn't help but despise:
"It's not a wise choice to do it when you know it can't be done."
"Since you are a professional player who has played lspl, don't you have any self-knowledge?"
Especially when I learned from Zeng Rui about the living conditions of most second- and third-rate professional players in China after retirement, Jingu Sakura felt even more dissatisfied with Han Lin's choice—
Since your monthly income is barely enough to keep up with the expenses in a big city like Modu, even 500 yuan is not a small amount.
Just for the sake of a bit of so-called face, for the sake of temporary enthusiasm, ignoring the objective fact that your own strength is not as good as your opponent, and continue to challenge forcibly
Too stupid.
Jingu Sakura bluntly made an assertion conclusion to the other party.
Only Zeng Rui on the side was silent and did not choose to speak out. His gaze swept across Han Lin on the opposite side, and then took a deep look at Lin Feng.
The expression on the latter's face remained calm and calm.
Can't see the slightest change.
…
A new solo match will start soon.
Zhongsheng Internet Cafe was stationed on the team's side, and the other team members couldn't help surrounding Han Lin, and they persuaded in a low voice with some worry and anxiety:
"Brother Han, forget it."
"The guy on the opposite side... is really strong."
"I don't know where the master came from, but I don't think it's suitable for you to continue to accompany others like this today-"
"I've already lost two games before. Brother Han, you've already gone out. If you lose another game, this month will not be easy."
Some of the words of persuasion were euphemistic and some were to remind the reality of the situation, but each and every one of the team members hoped that Han Lin would give up.
As the resident team members of the Internet cafes of all living beings, they are naturally incomparably powerful and high-ranking players in the eyes of others on weekdays, but in fact, only they know how poor and embarrassed their lives are.
Even though Han Lin is already the highest earner among them, it is definitely not something that the former can easily afford to output close to 2,000 yuan a night.
However, Han Lin seemed to have made up his mind to persuade several teammates with kindness and good intentions, and shook his head:
"Let me try again."
The jungler who has the best relationship with Han Lin on weekdays is a little anxious:
"Brother Han, don't go up!"
"It's just a game or two wins and losses. How can you say that if you often walk by the river, you won't get wet shoes. This time we encounter a tough point and we can't beat it. Why do you have to bite the bullet and continue to dig Money to accompany others just now?"
"Just to save face, but the money sent out is real!"
The corners of Han Lin's mouth twitched slightly, and he said subconsciously:
"It's not a matter of face—"
But when he said that, he suddenly stopped, and after a while, he showed a bit of a wry smile:
"Damn... that's right, it's just for face."
Then he took a deep breath and looked at the teammates in front of him:
"But I've made up my mind."
"Don't persuade you, this is my own business, let me solve it myself."
There was no hint of rushing eyes or being overwhelmed in his tone.
Only the resolute determination remains.
…
The second solo match between Han Lin and Lin Feng soon started again.
This time, the blue and purple sides are swapped.
After hesitating and hesitating for a long time, Han Lin on the blue side made up his mind to come up with a Shadow Stream Lord, Jie. This is also another assassin-type mid-laner hero he is best at. Summoner skills are still brought out. [Ignite] and [Flash] are added.
At the same time, Lin Feng calmly completed his hero selection for the battle—
Demolition genius Giggs.
The double move brings [Weakness] and [Barrier].
Even if the solo game has not yet officially started, just seeing this, Zeng Rui and Dou Zi behind Lin Feng are already shaking their heads for a while.
There is nothing to see.
They knew exactly what kind of strength someone's bomber possessed, not to mention that Lin Feng in this game also brought two summoner skills, and he could almost predict the outcome of the next solo.
Four minutes to start.
On the map line, the master of the blue shadow stream under Han Lin's control was forced to return to the city after he was forced to run out of blood bottle supplies.
Lin Feng's bomber Giggs took the lead by 6.
five minutes.
Bomberman has a 10 knife lead.
six minutes.
Han Lin, who had reached the sixth level, controlled his own shadow stream master, Jie Po Cao Shen Zhou, and made a strong attack, but was immediately put on [Weak] by Lin Feng's bomber, which abolished most of the damage output, followed by After being beaten again, the blood volume was crippled and had to choose to return to the city again.
The line of soldiers was quickly pushed by Lin Feng's bomber to the blue side defense tower.
Bomber's fill-in lead is 14 knives ahead of Zed.
7 minutes.
The number of fills is 17 ahead.
9 minutes, leading by 20 knives.
The blasting genius under the control of someone is so tepid but stable to the point that he slowly develops a soldier's supplementary knife. From the beginning to the end, there is no plan to force the fight, but it is also not given to the opponent. The Shadow Stream Lord left the slightest chance, and when the time came to the 11th minute, he filled out a hundred minions.
win.
A smooth, but no suspense victory.
There was a silent silence under the stage.
The guests and audience of the Internet cafe only felt aggrieved and panicked, but when they moved their lips, they could only be speechless.
Several members of the Zhongsheng Internet Cafe resident team showed bitter expressions on their faces.
The boss Zhou Kang couldn't stand it any longer. He held his breath in his chest and almost died of depression. He lost another game. His old face really has no place to rest.
In front of the computer screen, Han Lin almost numbly clicked the button to exit the game, and his expression became even paler than before.
Another round.
Another five hundred dollars.
Lin Feng, who was also finishing work, did not stand up in a hurry this time, but raised his eyes slightly to look at Han Lin who was sitting opposite, and suddenly said unexpectedly:
"Aren't you coming yet?"
His tone was flat, but he couldn't hear the slightest sarcasm or banter.
It was just a seemingly ordinary question.
Still not coming
Han Lin's forehead was already full of sweat, and his palms were also so slippery that he couldn't hold the mouse tightly, but the next moment, he gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely:
"Come again!"
Lin Feng also nodded:
"it is good."
Almost without waiting for the Internet cafe guests under the stage to react, the solo battle in the third round started again soon.
Five minutes later, the system's female voice's one-blood kill announcement sounded.
Han Lin lost again.
Three-game losing streak.
This time, before even waiting for Lin Feng to speak, Han Lin already gritted his teeth and said:
"continue!"
The pale and ugly face of the former lspl professional player was already a bit scary, but there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, which was getting more and more vigorous.
Lin Feng suddenly smiled:
"it is good."
"Come again."
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