One round. ( )
Two innings.
Three innings.
When Lin Feng and Han Lin finished the three-game solo game, the audience below the stage had completely lost their voices.
The entire Internet cafe hall fell into silence.
Only in the LCD viewing screen on the stage, the solo battle in the fourth round was still unfolding again very quickly.
Fourth game.
Han Lin fights with the murloc Fizz.
Lin Feng chose the witch witch LeBlanc.
In the fifth minute of the game, the conjuring witch under the control of Lin Feng dodged the little murloc's E-dodge with one dodge, and the backhand set of QE skills were connected and ignited, and finally made a tie, reaping Fitz's head with blood. Walk.
"First Blood!—"
The killing announcement of the system's female voice sounded again on the map.
The game screen on the computer screen in front of Han Lin turned into a black and white TV again.
At this time, the members of the Zongsheng Internet Cafe team who were standing behind Han Lin watching the battle were speechless.
What can I say...
Having been with Han Lin for so long, they have never seen the former have such a time.
Do not.
Perhaps it is also because in the past, the Internet cafes of all living beings have never encountered such a level of expert challenge. With Han Lin's strength as a former professional player, where has he ever been beaten by a solo player and lost four straight
It was as if, in front of the student kid opposite "Lin Feng", their brother Han had no power to fight back at all.
It was completely crushed, crushed and beaten from start to finish.
You must know that even if they have retired, their brother Han's strength level is still the top-level master among passers-by, but the boy on the opposite side is playing so easily and calmly, this strength...
The eyelids of several members of the Internet Cafe team jumped in unison:
Isn't it at least above the professional level
Another round of solo ended, Lin Feng shook his head, his eyes fell on Han Lin who was not far from the opposite side, and he said in a flat tone:
"You can't beat me."
If this sentence was put in more than an hour ago, the Internet cafe guests and audience would be unhappy at first, and then a group of ridicule would sound, how old are you, how dare you make such a big talk about our God Han, Have you eaten bear heart and leopard gall
But at this moment, Lin Feng said these words, but the audience was silent again.
No one refuted.
Speechless.
At this time, the owner of the Internet cafe Zhou Kang also had his lips trembling violently. What the hell is this kid coming from? Then where did the Internet Cow Internet Cafe find such a powerful perverted god, and put their family in charge? The ace player can play like this, it is simply impossible to understand.
And this kid Han Zi, what the hell are you doing? That kid is right. You really can't do it, so you are still so insistent that you continue to seek abuse and do something, and you think they are being slapped in the face of Internet cafes. Wasn't it bad enough
Standing behind Lin Feng, Dou Zi, Zeng Rui, Tang Bingyao and Jingong Ying were also slightly stunned when they heard Lin Feng's words.
Then Dou Zixian showed his sudden approval:
"Yeah!"
"Fengfeng has always been so domineering, we have to have this kind of momentum when we hit the scene!"
Jingu Sakura next to him also nodded slightly in agreement:
"The ex-professional player on the opposite side is really too self-sufficient. It's time to teach him a lesson."
However, Tang Bingyao and Zeng Rui, who were more familiar with Lin Feng, did not speak at this time. The girl pursed her lips and looked at Lin Feng, her eyes flickering slightly, confused and a little puzzled.
The tone of Fuko's speech now...
It doesn't seem to be the same as usual.
Zeng Rui's eyes were downcast, he didn't say anything, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
…
Hearing Lin Feng's unceremonious comment, Han Lin's face turned blue and white, but he gritted his teeth after changing for a long time:
"One more, one more round!"
But this time, his tone was pale and weak.
After all, it's been a four-game losing streak.
Even the few teammates behind him, including the Internet cafe guests and the audience, could see that even if he had done his best, he was not Lin Feng's opponent at all.
Now he can no longer use the reason of "less runes" as an excuse.
Indeed, the skill is inferior.
Lin Feng looked at Han Lin seriously:
"Four games, that's two thousand yuan."
"One more game and you lose another five hundred. Do you still have any money?"
A kind reminder, but it made Han Lin's face even more embarrassed and cramped—
Yes.
The first 5V5 match cost 700 yuan. If you add the four-game losing streak in the solo game, he would have to spend a full 2,700 yuan. With his monthly salary in the Internet Cafe, it is already close to To run out of ammunition and food, simply cannot afford such huge expenses.
"You know you can't beat it, so why continue?"
Looking at Han Lin, whose face changed from bluish red, Lin Feng asked again.
Han Lin lowered his head and clenched his hands tightly into fists, but he couldn't say a word.
yes.
Why continue.
Facts have proved that the opponent's strength is indeed far stronger than himself. Even if he starts another game, it is just giving the opponent money for nothing. Even his teammates and the owner of the Internet cafe Zhou Kang have persuaded him to let him. Do not continue.
So…
What reason does he have to continue
It seemed as if all objective reality was telling him that it would be a foolish thing to continue such a senseless challenge.
But-
He clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even realize the stinging pain caused by the nails digging into his palms. Han Lin clenched his teeth tightly, but the flames in his eyes were still burning—
But.
He is just not reconciled!
Not reconciled, as a former professional player, why can't even an ordinary-looking student passerby beat him.
Not reconciled, he used to be proud of being a professional e-sports player. Even after he retired, he still regarded such a title as his most proud and cherished honor. Downed by passers-by
Not reconciled, the glory that he carried as a professional e-sports player was taken away so weakly.
Not reconciled.
Not reconciled!
Not reconciled! !
The palm of his hand was almost infiltrated by the nails, but the cruel reality of the four-game losing streak made Han Lin feel helpless and unable to refute the question from Lin Feng.
He could only bow his head, his body bleak like a most embarrassed and frustrated loser.
But he didn't want to bow his head.
He doesn't want to give up.
Even at this time, he still tried hard to support and maintain his most cherished honor.
until the next moment-
Han Lin heard a voice:
"Oh."
"All right."
Looking up subconsciously, he saw Lin Feng who was not far away looking at him with a calm expression, and stretched out a finger at him:
"Then, one last round."
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