After winning the first elimination round and advancing to the next round, Lin Feng and the other members of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association team did not continue to stay in the competition venue. They immediately grabbed their backpacks and left.
Although there were still two more matches left, according to the information Ceng Rui had gathered, among the eight teams on East China Medical University's side, other than East China Medical University, the other teams' strength was only average.
There was no need to be wary of them.
Moreover, even if it was a competition, there was no need to be tense from beginning to end. When it was time to relax, it was still necessary to relax and adjust the state.
So, Lin Feng excitedly suggested.
"Let's go eat!"
"A celebratory feast!"
Ceng Rui rubbed his temples and felt a little speechless.
"It's just the first elimination round. What's there to celebrate?"
"Of course it's worth celebrating! This is our first step in the National Collegiate League!" Lin Feng said confidently.
Ceng Rui glanced at Lin Feng.
"Do we have to celebrate every time we win in the second, third, and fourth rounds?"
Lin Feng rubbed his chin.
"Well … it's not impossible."
Then, Ceng Rui excitedly made a decision.
"Let's do it! Every time they won, they would have a celebratory feast! Hahahaha! It's good for everyone's morale! "
Slap! — —
An Xin, who had given Lin Feng a knock on the head, calmly retracted her slender hand. She smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "You're right.
"Of course we don't have to do it so often in the future. It'd be too wasteful.
But it's still early today. Why don't we all have a meal together? "
Lin Feng clutched his head and grumbled.
"That's exactly what I said. Why did you hit me?"
Zhang Hao looked at Lin Feng sympathetically. "Lin Feng, don't talk so much. Don't get hit again —"
Ceng Rui nodded.
"Alright, let's just find a place to eat."
Tang Bingyao raised her hand.
"I want to eat."
… …
Indeed, they couldn't eat hotpot every time. In the spirit of convenience and time saving, Lin Feng's team of five randomly found a small restaurant on the side of the road and sat down. They ordered a few dishes, a soup, and a simple and healthy meal of white rice.
"Come, to the first victory of the day, cheers!"
Lin Feng happily raised the glass in his hand, but the glass was filled with fruit juice.
Originally, he had proposed to celebrate with a few glasses of wine, but An Xin's signature "friendly" smile and joking "Do you want to die?" immediately turned him down.
Even Tang Bingyao subconsciously moved away from Lin Feng. She could feel Lin Feng's murderous aura.
Needless to say, Zhang Hao shuddered.
This... this Steamed Bun was too scary when he smiled kindly!
"Do you want to die?"
It didn't feel like a joke at all!
However, even if they didn't drink, it was indeed worth a toast to celebrate.
"The second elimination round will be held the day after tomorrow."
"Once they're done, they'll directly advance to the next round. Then, it'll be the Hua Dong region's top 32 elimination round."
Lin Feng calculated excitedly. When he finished, he slapped his thigh.
"Sigh, in any case, we have to kill our way to the end!"
"We'll be the champions of the regional competition and the national finals!"
An Xin rolled her eyes at Lin Feng. "You're thinking too far ahead. It's still too early for the national finals!"
Ceng Rui subconsciously rubbed his temples and said in a calm and indifferent tone, "That's right.
"We should have no problem advancing to the next round in the Hua Dong region.
But the Hua Dong region's top 32 elimination round won't be that easy. "
"I'm not afraid of the other teams, but Zhejiang University and Fudan University …"
"We have to be careful."
Based on Ceng Rui's personality, he would definitely not exaggerate or overestimate the teams of Zhejiang University and Fudan University since he was able to give such a high evaluation of them.
That was because these two teams had achieved fourth and third place in the national finals in the previous National University League.
They were truly formidable opponents.
… …
"I heard that the school teams of Fudan and Zhejiang University have specially hired tactical coaches," Zhang Hao added from the side.
Lin Feng waved his hand nonchalantly.
"It's fine! They have coaches, but so do we! "
"Steamed Bun and Little Zeng are more than good at strategizing and directing!"
"Of course!"
Lin Feng said confidently. His confidence in An Xin and Ceng Rui was even stronger than the two of them themselves.
Ceng Rui furrowed his brows. He didn't refute Lin Feng's words, but his tone remained calm.
"Tactics and directing aren't too big of a problem," he said.
"But if the opponent is also sufficiently prepared in this aspect, we can't expect to rely on tactics to gain too many advantages when we encounter Zhejiang University and Fudan University."
An Xin nodded and said with a smile, "Yes.
"That's right.
"So, if we encounter that kind of team and want to win, we still need to rely on everyone's improvisation and performance on the field."
Zhang Hao's expression also became somewhat solemn and solemn.
"Mhm. I'll do my best in the top lane."
Tang Bingyao also nodded her head.
Lin Feng looked around and scratched his head. "Oh, so you're saying I'm going to be the carry?"
An Xin replied with a smile.
"That's fine if you want to interpret it that way."
Ceng Rui glanced at Lin Feng. "That is, if you really can carry the entire game by yourself."
Lin Feng waved his hand and laughed confidently.
"Hey, you should've said so earlier!"
"Leave it to me! Hahahaha! — — "
Ceng Rui couldn't help but frown. He glanced at An Xin and couldn't help but think about what she had said about Lin Feng.
Today's match had indeed made a person with his personality involuntarily infected and influenced by a certain person's unique charisma. It had also caused his evaluation and impression of a certain person to change even more …
But at this moment …
Ceng Rui's mouth twitched as he looked at the confident Lin Feng. He couldn't help but wonder.
This guy …
Can he really be invincible in the middle lane in the National University League?
… …
Ring ring! Ring ring ring!
A melodious ringtone rang out. Lin Feng reached into his pocket and realized that it was Chu Fang Nan calling. He quickly picked up the call.
"Hello, Big Brother Chu?"
Chu Fangnan's gentle laughter came through the phone.
"Is the match over?"
Lin Feng chuckled. "It's over! It's over! 2-0. We'll play again in two days. "
Chu Fangnan was delighted. "Not bad, not bad. You have to keep up your form."
"Don't worry, Big Brother Chu! I told you we'd be the champions! "
Chu Fangnan laughed. "Good, good, good. I'll wait and see. I'll be there to cheer for you in the East China region's top 32."
Chu Fang Nan did not have any other purpose in making this call. He simply wanted to understand the performance of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association's representative team in the first round of the knockout stage today. He had been busy the whole day, so he did not have the time to understand the situation in each of the divisions.
After such a phone call, Chu Fangnan was completely relieved.
After hanging up the phone, Chu Fangnan, who was in the president's office of the Shanghai Esports Association headquarters, put away his phone, looked up at the man sitting in front of his desk, and said with a smile,
"We won."
Fang Hao nodded slightly, a gratified smile on his face.
"Not bad."
Chu Fangnan added with a smile, "Lin Feng just swore to me that this year's championship would be theirs. He's very confident."
Fang Hao also laughed.
"That kid …"
"It's fine as long as he can find his confidence and momentum back then."
"It's just the National University League. Of course it won't be a problem for him."
Fang Hao paused for a moment. He raised his head and looked out the window at the gradually darkening Shanghai sky. A complicated emotion flashed in his eyes.
"But —"
"Not enough."
"It's … too slow."
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