Han Lin's request for a duel again caught the internet cafe customers completely off guard.
Similarly, Lin Feng accepted the challenge without any hesitation. Ceng Rui, Tang Bingyao, and the others beside him couldn't help but feel astonished.
Another match?
Dou Zi was the first to come back to her senses. She looked like she understood.
"Okay, let's do it again."
"Anyway, it's a waste not to earn this money. Let's do it again. It'll only take a few more minutes."
Tang Bingyao nodded her head in agreement.
A little money was still money.
It would be a waste not to earn it.
Kamiya Saka looked at Han Lin, who seemed to be determined. She frowned slightly and couldn't help but look down on him.
"It's not a wise choice to do something you know you can't do."
"Since you're a pro who's played in the LSPL, don't you have any self-awareness?"
Especially after hearing from Ceng Rui about the living conditions of most second and third rate pro players in China after they retired, Kamiya Saka felt even less admiration for Han Lin's choice.
Since his monthly income was barely enough to cover his expenses in a big city like Shanghai, even 500 yuan was not a small amount.
Just for the sake of some so-called face, for the sake of a moment's pride, he ignored the objective fact that he was weaker than his opponent and insisted on continuing the challenge?
That was too stupid.
Kamiya Saka bluntly made a conclusion.
Ceng Rui remained silent and didn't say anything. He glanced at Han Lin and then at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's expression was as calm as ever.
There was no change in his expression.
… …
The new solo match was about to begin.
The other members of the All Lives Internet Cafe team could not help but surround Han Lin. They were worried and anxious as they tried to persuade him in whispers.
"Brother Han, let it go."
"That guy … he's pretty strong."
"I don't know where this expert came from, but I don't think you should continue playing with him in your current state."
"You've already lost two matches. Brother Han, you've already spent a thousand yuan. If you lose again, you won't have a good month."
Some of their words of persuasion were tactful, while others reminded him of the reality of the situation. However, all of the team members were trying their best to persuade Han Lin to give up.
As members of the Universal Internet Cafe's resident battle team, they were naturally high and mighty players in the eyes of others. However, in reality, they were the only ones who knew how poor their lives were.
Even though Han Lin was the one with the highest income among them, losing nearly two thousand yuan in one night was definitely not something he could easily afford.
However, in the face of his teammates' kind advice, Han Lin seemed to have made up his mind. He shook his head.
"Let me try again."
The jungler who had the best relationship with Han Lin was a little anxious.
"Brother Han, don't get carried away!"
"It's just one or two rounds of winning or losing. What's the saying again? If you always walk by the river, you'll get your shoes wet. This time, we just have to admit defeat if we can't beat them. Why do we have to bite the bullet and continue to fight with them?"
"Is it worth it just for a little bit of face? But the money given out is real!"
The corners of Han Lin's mouth twitched.
"It's not about face —"
But as he said that, he suddenly paused. After a while, he smiled bitterly.
"Damn … I guess so. It's really just about face."
Then he took a deep breath and looked at his teammates in front of him.
"But I've already made up my mind.
Don't try to persuade me. This is my own problem. Let me solve it myself. "
There was no longer any hint of impatience or arrogance in his tone.
All that was left was the determination to cut off all means of retreat.
…
The second solo match between Han Lin and Lin Feng soon began.
This time, the blue and purple teams swapped.
On the blue side, after hesitating for a long time, Han Lin made up his mind and took out the Lord of Shadow Stream, Tribulation. This was also another assassin-type mid lane hero that he was best at. In terms of summoner skills, he also brought out Ignite and Flash.
At the same time, Lin Feng calmly completed his selection of a champion.
Explosive Genius, Jiggs.
Both skills were equipped with [Weaken] and [Barrier].
Even though the solo match had not officially started, Ceng Rui, Dou Zi, and the others behind Lin Feng were already shaking their heads.
There was nothing to see.
They were well aware of the strength of a certain someone's Bomberman, not to mention that Lin Feng had two summoner skills. They could almost foresee the outcome of the solo match.
Four minutes into the game.
On the map, the blue team's Lord of Shadows was forced to return to the city after exhausting its health potions and supplies.
Lin Feng's Bomberman, Jiggs, was ahead by six last hits.
Five minutes.
Bomberman was ahead by ten.
Six minutes.
Han Lin, who had reached level six, controlled his Lord of Shadows, Tribulation to make the first move. However, Lin Feng's Bomberman immediately used Weaken to negate more than half of his damage output. Then, he was countered with another set of attacks. His HP was reduced to zero and he had no choice but to return to the city again.
The minions were once again pushed to the blue team's turret by Lin Feng's Bomberman.
Bomberman was ahead by fourteen last hits.
Seven minutes.
Seventeen last hits.
Nine minutes. Twenty last hits.
Under the control of a certain someone, the Explosive Demon Genius slowly developed his final kills in a lukewarm but steady manner. From the beginning to the end, he did not have any intention of forcefully fighting against the Master of Shadow Stream, but at the same time, he did not give his opponent, the Master of Shadow Stream, any chance at all. By the eleventh minute, he had completed his final kills of a hundred minions.
Victory.
It was a calm and uneventful victory.
There was dead silence below the stage.
The customers and audience of the internet cafe only felt so aggrieved that they were extremely flustered and uncomfortable. However, they could only move their mouths, but they could not say anything.
The members of the All Lives Internet Cafe's resident team all had bitter expressions on their faces.
The boss, Zhou Kang, almost could not stand it anymore. He was so depressed that he almost died. He had lost another game. He really had no place to hide his old face.
Han Lin, who was in front of the computer screen, almost numbly pressed the exit button. His face became even paler than before.
Another game.
Another five hundred yuan.
Lin Feng, who had also finished his game, was not in a hurry to stand up this time. He just looked up slightly at Han Lin, who was sitting opposite him, and suddenly said,
"Are you still playing?"
His tone was calm, but there was no hint of mockery or ridicule in it.
It was just a question that seemed extremely ordinary.
"Are you still playing?"
Han Lin's forehead was already covered in sweat, and his palms were also so wet that he could not hold the mouse tightly. But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.
"Again!"
Lin Feng also nodded.
"Okay."
Almost without waiting for the internet cafe customers below the stage to react, the third solo match quickly began again.
Five minutes later, the system's female voice announced a one-hit kill.
Han Lin lost again.
Three consecutive losses.
This time, even without waiting for Lin Feng to speak, Han Lin had already gritted his teeth and said,
"Continue!"
This former professional LSPL player's face was so pale that it was a little scary, but there seemed to be a ball of fire burning in his eyes all the time, becoming more and more vigorous.
Lin Feng suddenly smiled.
"Okay.
"Again."
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