Five fifty-three.
There are only seven minutes left before the game begins.
At this time, the two top eight teams in the first group are already ready to play. Before the game, you should get used to the mouse and keyboard, find the feel, and the backstage staff will also be waiting by the side, if there is a situation The first time to help the players to debug the equipment.
"Come on!"
"Perform well today, and I'll cook something delicious for you when I go back!"
Before a few people from the Thirteen High Team came to the stage, Su Xue, who was sitting in the front row of the audience, also pulled Lin Feng over to warn and encourage him.
Lin Feng's eyes lit up:
"Okay! Sister Xue, I want to eat braised eggplant and winter melon soup—"
Before he could complete the list of dishes, Su Xue reached out and rubbed Lin Feng's hair in a mess, and interrupted politely:
"Okay, okay, let's talk about winning!"
Lin Feng, who had messy hair on his head, patted his chest and swore: "Don't worry, I will definitely win!"
Soon the two teams of the Thirteen High Team and the Shixi Middle School team walked onto the stage, sat down in front of their respective computer screens, and held their breaths as they prepared to start the game.
Under the stage, the players and players of the other six teams in the top eight were also sitting in the guest seats in the front row, preparing to watch the game.
"Shixi Middle School, the strength is not bad."
On the side of the Tongji Affiliated High School team, the mid laner commented this.
The top laner on the side shook his head: "But this group, I think the 13th High School will win - after all, what kind of Lin Feng is that one, his strength is terrible."
At the mention of this name, several members of the Tongji Affiliated Middle School team showed lingering fears.
They clearly remember the game they played against the Thirteen High Team at that time, and the terrifying dominance of the opponent's top laner Riven in that game—
Still impressed even now.
The strength of the Shixi Middle School team is clear. Last year, they eliminated Shixi Middle School in the quarter-finals of the 16-school league. Although the strength of this team is good, there is no need to be too afraid.
At least it's not as slanted as the Thirteen High Team is, and it's a little scary.
On the Shanghai Middle School team, several players have the same view on this group of games:
"It should be that Thirteen High will win."
"Well, that Lin Feng, and that ADC girl named Tangtang, these two points are enough to support the scene. It shouldn't be a problem to enter the semi-finals."
"The Thirteen High Teams are really dark horses... They were eliminated in the first round last year, and this year they suddenly entered the semi-finals."
Several members of the Shanghai Middle School team whispered like this.
Zeng Rui's expression was indifferent, his eyes swept across the thirteenth high team on the stage, and he made a cold judgment in his heart:
This team can only make it to the semi-finals.
…
After the quarter-finals, the schedule of the competition schedule has a clear division of the division.
Today's first and second groups of games are in the first half of the competition, and the two semi-final teams that have advanced will become opponents in the semi-finals, and the same is true for the third and fourth groups in the second half of the competition.
In other words, if the Thirteen High Teams can advance to the quarterfinals, their semi-final opponents have almost been determined—
The Shanghai Foreign Affiliated Middle School team.
Last year's league runner-up team.
As the champion of last year's final, Zeng Rui is very aware of the strength of the SWAFFC team.
Indeed, that is an opponent that even he has to pay attention to.
Zeng Rui blankly glanced at the thirteen high team members on the stage:
The Shanghai Waifuzhong team is different from the so-called rookie dark horse team of the Thirteen High Team. The former team has five strong enough players, and there are no weaknesses in the team. The captain of the mid lane and the ADC player in the bottom lane are also Not to be underestimated.
And if such two teams meet in the semi-finals, Zeng Rui does not think that the Thirteen High Team will have any chance of winning.
Coincidentally, Zeng Rui is not alone in holding this view.
On the other side of the player's guest seat not far away, several members of the Shanghai Waifu High School team also thought so.
…
"That thirteen high... is the thirteen high last year?"
On the side of the SWAFFC team, the junglers raised their eyebrows, a little surprised:
"The Cai B team that we blew up last year?"
The corner of the auxiliary player's mouth curled up: "Yeah, that's the team - I didn't believe it at first, this kind of team B can also make it to the quarterfinals? Can the opponents they met earlier be better than them?"
There was unabashed contempt and sarcasm in his tone.
As the team's mid-single captain, Yan Liang, who is also ranked very high in the rank of Master of Electricity 1, waved his hand:
"Okay, if someone can make it to the quarterfinals this year, maybe it's a bit of progress—"
"Maybe it's just a matter of luck?"
The first sentence seemed to be quite objective, but the latter sentence suddenly changed, and also brought a mocking tone.
He still remembered the match against this 13-high team last year. The opponent's strength was so bad that they went to the Foreign Affiliated High School to crush the opponent as easily as eating and drinking.
"I remember that at the end of the game, people were staring at Lao Liu's small cannonball. In the end, Lao Liu also took a three-kill. In the end, Lao Liu danced and taunted in front of others' springs~"
The assistant said with a smile.
As an ADC member of the team, Liu Zhengjie, who is also another Dian 1 master rank, raised his mouth and replied lazily:
"At that time, people wanted to come up for abuse, what can I do?"
"A group of vegetable Bs, if it wasn't for the lack of time at the time, I still wanted to get another five kills."
At this time, the top laner next to him made fun of Liu Zhengjie:
"Lao Liu, don't talk too much. This year, the ADC of the thirteen-high team has changed to a girl. She seems to be quite powerful. If you go back to her, don't be beaten by a girl~"
Liu Zhengjie shrugged:
"If you're a girl, I'll still be a little more merciful."
"No matter what, you have to show some gentleman's demeanor, don't you?"
He said so, but in fact, the core ADC player of the SSWC team didn't really take this matter to heart at all.
He is also qualified to be so confident and arrogant.
After all, in the 16-school league last year, only two players were chosen by the coaches of the professional teams.
One is Zeng Rui, the auxiliary captain of last year's champion team Shanghai Middle School.
The other is him.
Thinking of Zeng Rui from the Shanghai Middle School team, Liu Zhengjie's eyes flashed with a gloomy egret. In last year's final, he lost to the opponent in the bottom lane, and he still clearly remembers the feeling of being passive and restrained at that time.
This time, he will avenge his revenge.
And as for the thirteen-high team on the field at this moment...
It is simply not even qualified to enter his eyes.
…
In the first group of the quarter-final match, the BO3 match, amid the excited cheers and applause from the students of the Thirteen High E-sports Club, the Thirteen High E-sports Club team won the victory with a record of 2-0.
Successfully advanced to the top four!
The few members of the e-sports club's team who stepped off the stage were immediately surrounded by members and students who came to watch and cheer from the e-sports club, and everyone hugged each other with great joy.
Top four!
This is also the best result their Thirteen High E-sports Club has never achieved.
Now they are creating historical records every step of the way in the Shanghai Sixteen School League!
"You played well~"
Su Xue also complimented Lin Feng with a wide-eyed smile:
"I didn't embarrass you, Sister Xue!"
Lin Feng took it for granted: "That's it! I'm very strong!"
"Damn little brat, I'll go to heaven if you praise you-" Su Xue rudely ruffled Lin Feng's hair, and then asked curiously, "Is it over now, or do you want to watch it for a while?"
Lin Feng scratched his hair: "Oh, let's take a look, the second group will decide our opponent in the next semi-final."
At the same time, when the second quarter-final match had already started, Chu Fangnan, who was in the background, was making a phone call.
The man on the other end of the phone was Chu Fangnan's immediate boss and the president of the Shanghai E-sports Association branch—
Fang Hao.
Chu Fangnan reported on the phone with his own president about the organization of the 16-school league today, with a very respectful tone.
In this circle, there are not many people he is convinced by, and Fang Hao on the other end of the phone is definitely one of them.
Even he himself was cultivated and promoted by Fang Hao. For Chu Fangnan, Fang Hao's existence was like his own image as a leader and mentor.
"It's basically like this—"
Chu Fangnan gave a general report on the organization of today's competition on the phone, and concluded:
"Everything is going on normally."
Fang Hao on the other end of the phone laughed, his calm and magnetic voice was reassuring and convincing:
"Anan, you do things, I can rest assured."
"The matter of the Sixteen School League in Shanghai will be handed over to you, and nothing will go wrong."
Chu Fangnan also smiled and said sincerely:
"Brother Fang, you are so complimented. Actually, I really want to say it... I still miss the days when I followed you to work at the world finals."
Fang Hao on the other end of the phone paused, as if feeling a little emotional;
"Did those days... the S1 season?"
"Time flies so fast, and before you know it, it turns out that four years have passed—"
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