No matter what kind of match it was, the taste of losing was always unpleasant.
What's more, Lin Feng had just learned from the other Internet cafe customers that this match was triggered by a conflict between the two sides. As the losing side, it was natural to imagine how they felt.
They had lost two matches in a row, and they were almost crushed by their opponents. Coupled with the last wave of the Sword Mistress's domineering pentakill, the faces of the boys on the blue side couldn't help but turn pale. They struggled to pull themselves together, but in the end, they could only lower their heads in disappointment.
Behind the boys, the other two girls also looked like they were about to cry.
The previous incident … could be said to have been caused by the two of them.
Even if the fault lay with the British youths on the other side, the two girls naturally felt even worse when they saw their fellow boys trying their best to stand up for them, only to be brutally and mercilessly crushed and humiliated by their opponents in front of so many people.
Moreover, it was a kind of grievance and unwillingness.
Why?
It was clearly the British youths on the other side who had gone overboard.
But in the end, the balance of "justice" didn't tilt to their side. Instead, it allowed the British youths on the other side to be proud and arrogant on the battlefield of Summoner's Rift.
The Internet cafe customers watching the match couldn't help but show some sympathy and pity on their faces.
Really …
This kind of thing made them feel sorry for their fellow students.
At the same time, most of the people in their Internet cafe were also students from China. When facing the British youths, they would subconsciously feel a sense of solidarity against the enemy. They would put themselves in the shoes of the boys on their side and also hope that they could win and fight for their honor.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength was really too big.
The face of a tall boy on the opposite side of the ring changed a few times. He gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up to look at the British youths on the other side.
"Another, another round!"
In the face of the opponents who had just slaughtered them twice, they were still able to issue such a challenge. In fact, they already possessed praiseworthy courage.
This wasn't just a battle of wills.
He was trying his best to protect the dignity of the two girls behind him.
That was because those British youths did not just flirt with them. They even tried to touch the two girls in front of their male peers. Their mouths also spouted all kinds of dirty words that could be said to be unbearable to the ears.
Otherwise, the boys wouldn't have been so angry and argued with her on the spot.
And if he couldn't even stop such an extreme behavior and teach the other party a lesson …
Then what logic would there be in this world?
Influenced by the first comrade who took the initiative to stand up and bravely issue a challenge, the other China boys also stood up abruptly.
"Yes! Again! "
"One more round! Who's afraid of you?! "
"Again!"
This kind of unity and the courage to quickly work hard to pull themselves together after the defeat was enough to make people feel moved and commendable.
At this moment, the few British youths on the opposite side of the arena slowly stood up. Their leader was a tall and skinny youth with blond hair and blue eyes. When he heard these words, the corners of his mouth curled into a slightly mocking and playful smile.
“Again？”
"So, you still have the guts to come?"
"Haven't the two matches taught you a lesson enough? Haven't you realized the difference in strength between us?"
The leading British youth could be considered handsome, but his expression and tone of speech were rascally frivolous, which made people subconsciously feel a little disgusted.
However, even such a condescending attitude and incomparably disdainful words made everyone speechless.
That was because these British youths had already proven this point with two crushing killings.
And this tall and skinny British youth with blond hair and blue eyes happened to be the controller of the last Sword Mistress' Godly Pentakill. So when these words came out of his mouth, it was even more impossible to question or refute.
Winner takes all. That was what it meant.
Therefore, the China boys couldn't help but stagnate, and then they were a little discouraged again.
The two girls behind them also came up and tried to persuade them in a low voice, "Why don't we just forget it …" and "We really can't beat them."
It would have been better if they didn't say that.
The moment he said that, it had the opposite effect. For the boys, other things were fine, but to be so humiliated in front of the two girls was unacceptable no matter what angle they looked at it from. Immediately, the tall boy who stood up first was agitated, and made up his mind again, "Let's go!"
"No, I can't just let it go like this. These guys haven't apologized yet!"
As he said that, he raised his head again and stared at the leading British youth opposite him.
"Again, this is the last round!"
However, the blond British youth had no intention of buying it at all. He sneered contemptuously.
"Still want to be a hero?"
"Sorry, you want to be tortured. We don't have the time to play house with you anymore."
But as he said that, he seemed to have thought of something. The blond British youth raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Forget it."
"I'll give you one last chance."
"Let's save ourselves some trouble and choose someone for a solo match."
His tone seemed casual and careless, as if it was just a kind of charity from above. He did not even want to waste more time to torture noobs. If it was a solo match, it could be easily finished in about two or three minutes.
The Chinese boys were stunned after hearing that. Then, they communicated with each other in a low voice with solemn expressions. Then, the leading boy said determinedly,
"Okay!"
"Solo it is, I'll do it!"
He was the Mid Fish Man on the blue side just now. He was also the strongest among the Chinese boys.
The blonde British youth nodded nonchalantly.
“OK。”
"Mid (Mid), is it?" As he said that, he turned his head casually to look at a companion next to him and said, "Jimmy, you go."
As soon as such an order was made, the tall boy who decided to go up on this side could not help but be startled.
He raised his doubts, "Isn't he your support just now?"
The blond British youth laughed, with an indescribable playful mockery on his face.
"Yes, you have a good memory."
"But we think it's enough to let him deal with you."
As soon as the words left his mouth.
The tall Chinese boy's expression changed. The spectators in the internet cafe also went into an uproar.
Because …
This was really looking down on them.
One side was a professional mid player, but the other side had only sent out a support to play the solo mid.
It was almost as if they didn't care about anyone at all.
Lin Feng and An Xin also whispered to each other.
"He's pretty arrogant, but I think he'll still win."
"Yeah. If he's so confident to send out a support to play the solo against the mid, he must have enough confidence to win. Besides, that support is at least a Diamond 3 or Diamond 2 player. It's not like he can't play the mid."
Lin Feng nodded in agreement.
"These days, everyone is good at more than one position."
He himself was the best example.
His main position was the mid.
But he could still play the mid jungler and support ADC.
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