"You!"
"Let's have another round if you dare!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but stand up from her seat and point her finger at Lin Feng. Please search (product # book … net) for the most complete version! The Novel of the Day
The celebratory atmosphere in the main hall of the internet cafe instantly quietened down.
sl？
Again?
The customers in the internet cafe couldn't help but widen their eyes as they stared at the beautiful short-haired girl from the 72 ° Internet Cafe team.
This girl still wouldn't give up?
Of course Chen Guo wouldn't give up.
Or it could be said that she was rather unwilling to accept her loss. In her opinion, their 72 ° Internet Cafe team's strength was definitely the strongest in this year's Battle Cup Internet Cafe Challenge. They should have maintained a 100% win rate all the way to the end, but in the end, they actually stumbled at this Bull Internet Cafe, and their win rate was ended — —
How could this be!
Especially Lin Feng from the NetCube Internet Cafe team. Chen Guo was filled with resentment and frustration.
In these two matches, her mid laner's performance wasn't very satisfactory. In the first match, the mermaid was suppressed by Jayz, and in the second match, the guy named Lin Feng actually didn't play the mid laner and went to the top laner.
This was simply blatant contempt towards her!
If you're a mid laner, then play mid laner properly. Who would switch to playing top laner?
F * ck!
It just so happened that the Top Swordswoman was able to suppress her most trusted and admired brother. He was really good at playing the Top Swordswoman!
This made Chen Guo grind her teeth in anger.
Now that B3 had lost the competition, there was no way to change the outcome. However, she could not take it lying down.
She felt that her mid lane wasn't any weaker than her opponent's, but her opponent didn't even give her a chance to continue fighting in the mid lane.
Since he didn't have a chance in the previous matches …
Let's do it again right now!
Chen Guo had already steeled her heart. She had to get revenge. Even if she lost B3, she had to get her face back in the SL match!
…
"Oh?"
It took Lin Feng a long time to react. He glanced at Chen Guo, who was pointing at him with an aggressive expression. He then looked left and right, puzzled.
"Me?"
Chen Guo gritted her teeth:
"Of course, it's you!"
"Hurry up and say something. Do you dare to SL?"
Lin Feng looked at Chen Guo again, then shook his head.
"Forget it."
Chen Guo sneered: "What, scared? Weren't you very confident that you were very strong? "
They were trying to goad him into action.
Lin Feng nodded in agreement. "That's right. There's no point in playing SL with you. I'll definitely win, so I won't bully you."
Won't, won't bully!?
The cold smile on Chen Guo's face suddenly froze. Her provocation didn't work, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Her internal injuries weren't light.
Then, the girl became rather exasperated.
"Who says you'll definitely win?"
"What's the point of bickering? Let's have a real match if you dare!"
As she spoke, Chen Guo quickly fumbled around in her pocket. With a "pa" sound, she angrily took out two hundred dollar bills.
"What do you think?"
"Same old bet, 200!"
Previously, when the members of the 72 ° Internet Cafe team had just arrived at the Internet Cow Internet Cafe, Chen Guo had bid for 200 yuan to let her brother, Chen Ting, and the Internet Cow Internet Cafe team's Zhang Hao play a game of Dan Ruiwen's SL.
Unfortunately, Zhang Hao didn't win, so he didn't earn the money.
Who would've thought that the 200 yuan that flew away would come back?
Tang Bingyao's eyes lit up as she watched from the side. She secretly tugged at the corner of Lin Feng's shirt, her eyes full of hope.
"200 yuan?"
Lin Feng's eyes also lit up. She's very sincere.
He immediately changed his mind and agreed.
"Sure!"
"Then let's have a match!"
… …
In the arena, Lin Feng and Chen Guo once again sat in front of the two computers.
A SL match was about to begin.
The spectators in the internet cafe started to clamor once again. To them, they were just here to watch a good show. Since this mid laner girl from the 72 ° Internet Cafe team wanted to play SL, then they couldn't wait to watch a good show.
What's more, the internet cafe customers were brimming with confidence in Lin Feng. They were certain that God Lin Feng would be able to win this game easily.
Over at the 72 ° Internet Cafe team, Chen Ting was also trying to persuade his sister with a bitter face.
"Guo Guo, why don't you just give up …"
"It's already a loss."
"There's no need to do this again."
When Chen Guo heard this, she angrily glared at her elder brother.
"What do you mean there's no need?"
"That's what we have to do!"
There was a hint of resentment in her tone. Half of the reason she had come here was because she wanted to defend her brother. Her brother was clearly one of the best in the League of Legends. How could he lose to a guy like Lin Feng so casually?
But her brother didn't look the least bit dissatisfied!
How could he just let it go like that?
She didn't count!
Chen Ting frowned. After a long time, he weakly said, "But Guo Guo ….
"But Guoguo … To be honest, that brat is indeed very strong. It'll be difficult for you to win …"
He spoke carefully.
Chen Guo obviously understood the meaning of her brother's words. She also knew that Lin Feng's strength might really be a level higher than hers, but she still gritted her teeth:
"What's so hard about it?"
"We'll only know after we fight!"
… …
The custom battle room had already appeared on the large LCD screen above the arena.
Both sides of the SL match began to choose their heroes.
After a moment of internal conflict, Chen Guo gritted her teeth and chose a strong and violent mid lane hero: Lord of Shadows, Calamity.
Lin Feng couldn't see what hero Chen Guo had chosen. He didn't even think about it before choosing a random hero.
Sword Hero Yasuo.
Very quickly, the SL match began amidst the cheers of the customers in the internet cafe.
Five minutes later.
"First Blood (First Blood)! — — "
The announcement of the kill reverberated through the middle lane of Summoner's Canyon, announcing the end of the mid lane SL match.
The game screen in front of her had turned into a bleak black and white TV. Chen Guo's face was pale, her right hand gripping the mouse tightly. Her eyes were filled with frustration and unwillingness.
She had lost.
Ceng Rui couldn't help but shake his head at the sight.
Zhang Hao looked sympathetically at Chen Guo, who was not far away.
As teammates, they all knew of Lin Feng's feat of playing 16 solo matches in one night in the Korean server, so they couldn't forget the ranking match between Lin Feng and Rian in the middle lane.
Lin Feng had used his mid lane Yasuo against Rian's Lord of Shadows, Calamity.
It was exactly the same as this SL match.
Even Rian, one of the Seven Kings of the World, had been defeated by Lin Feng's Yasuo. With Chen Guo's skill as a Master KO player, it wasn't strange at all for her to lose in a SL match.
She had lost.
No matter how depressed she was, Chen Guo had no choice but to hand over the two hundred dollars to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng, who had just earned two hundred dollars, was in high spirits. He didn't forget to thank Chen Guo.
"Hahaha, thanks!"
"Oh, right. You played well too!"
He was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
But in Chen Guo's ears, it was even more ear-piercing. The girl lowered her head, clenched her fists, and bit her lips. She didn't say a single word.
Chen Ting couldn't help but shake his head when he saw his sister like this.
Then, as if he had made some sort of decision, he turned to look at Lin Feng with a courteous smile on his face.
"You're Lin Feng, right?"
Lin Feng came back to his senses and nodded.
"Ah, yes."
Chen Ting had a good-natured smile on his face as he negotiated with Lin Feng.
"I don't know if you're interested. How about we play a match?"
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