One Second Remember Literature Building, providing you with exciting novels to read. Ouyang Decai, who was sitting at the same table as him, was still excitedly giving a long speech:
"Actually, I have to say that the Seven Kings and Four Emperors are really well divided!
"Now that I think about it carefully, it just so happens that the seven top professional players are worthy of the title of 'Seven Kings', but they just happen to be half a level lower than the four 'Four Emperors' …"
"Sigh … Four Emperors … That sounds really cool, doesn't it?
"If I can become one of the Four Emperors one day … Tsk tsk tsk, I'll definitely have everything I want and a whole bunch of female fans!"
All of a sudden, Lin Feng raised his head and revealed a radiant smile.
"Well said!"
"People have to work hard for their dreams!"
"It's okay if you fail. If you keep working hard, you can even become the world's strongest professional player!"
Ouyang was caught unprepared by Lin Feng's sudden words. He was startled, but immediately after, he was overjoyed as if he had met a bosom friend. "Oh my god, you think so too? We're thinking the same thing! "
Lin Feng's spirit trembled as he waved his fist in the air. "People without dreams are no different from salted fish!"
But Ouyang was startled again. He hurriedly looked at Lin Feng and said, "Hey hey, keep your voice down. We're still in class!"
Lin Feng: "Huh? Oh, right, sorry, sorry … "
The two of them carefully looked at the mathematics teacher on the podium. They observed and confirmed that the middle-aged man, who was writing on the blackboard with his back to the students, didn't notice the commotion in their corner. Only then did they feel reassured and began to whisper to each other again.
Ouyang looked a little disappointed. "But among the Four Emperors and Seven Kings, there's only one of our professional players. That's a bit of a scam."
But then he perked up again. "But it's okay, it's almost the World Finals. This season, the three representative teams of our LPL Pro League are definitely top-notch. This time, we'll definitely be able to snatch a few spots back!"
Lin Feng raised his fist. "That's right! Good luck, national server! "
Ouyang also raised his fist. "Good luck, national server!"
The two idiots looked as if they were about to take an oath face to face …
In the front row, a boy seemed to have heard the conversation. He suddenly turned his head and asked,
"Are you talking about the World Finals?"
Lin Feng looked at the young man. He was quite handsome. He was wearing a pair of rimless glasses. He looked like a refined gentleman. At first glance, people couldn't help but have a good impression of him.
Ouyang chuckled. "Yeah, why did you hear it too, Old Yang?"
"Lin Feng, this is Yang Fan. Just call him Ol 'Yang. He plays League of Legends just like us." Ouyang Yang didn't forget to introduce Lin Feng.
Lin Feng greeted Yang Fan, "Hello, Old Yang ~"
"Lin Feng, how are you?"
The boy named Yang Fan politely nodded to Lin Feng, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said with a frown:
"But Ouyang, I don't agree with what you just said. Previously, I saw the analysis of some people on the forums. The teams in our LPL are too focused on the internal battles in their own servers. To put it simply, they are too narrow-minded and haven't seriously studied the tactical arrangements of the strong teams in other regions in the future. If they don't make these preparations, the results of this season's finals may not be optimistic."
"Hey, Old Yang, I don't like what you're saying. The World Finals haven't even started yet, and you're already singing the praises of our national teams?"
Yang Fan habitually adjusted his glasses and shook his head.
"I'm just analyzing it rationally and objectively."
Ouyang rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, fine. You're the most rational and the most objective. Anyway, I believe that our national team will definitely win! Don't you think so, Lin Feng? "
Lin Feng enthusiastically raised his hand. "I believe so too!"
Yang Fan shook his head helplessly. "You two are deskmates. It's like you hit it off. ← → [Book? Reading House?]
… …
The math class went by quickly. The math teacher on the podium, who was as old-fashioned as his expression, was busy writing on the blackboard. He didn't notice that for the three boys sitting in the corner of the classroom, the forty-five minutes of class time had become a place for them to communicate and get closer to each other.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class.
The teacher dismissed the class with a straight face, then left the classroom with his textbooks and handouts.
In the corner of the back row of the classroom, Lin Feng had built up a good relationship with Ouyang Fan and Yang Fan after 45 minutes. They had become Lin Feng's first two new friends since he transferred to the school. Ouyang Fan and Ouyang Fan were sitting in the corner of the back row of the classroom.
From the conversation just now, Lin Feng learned that both Ouyang and Yang Fan were loyal League of Legends players. The former was Gold 3 in KO and specialized in jungling, while the latter was a little stronger. He was a Platinum 5 in KO, his specialty being the mid laner.
"Oh, that's amazing!"
Lin Feng exclaimed.
Ouyang also looked at Yang Fan with envy and jealousy, but his tone was angry. "What's so great about it? If it weren't for the fact that I've been running into troublesome teammates as a jungler, I would've reached Platinum by now!"
Yang Fan glanced at Ouyang. "But it's useless. You're still Gold 3."
Ouyang snorted. "F * ck, you're still so arrogant!"
Just as the two of them were about to quarrel and quarrel, a pleasant and delicate voice suddenly rang out.
"Ouyang Desai!"
… …
Ouyang shuddered in fear and raised his head in a hurry. He saw a tall and pretty girl standing on the aisle with her hands on her hips and glaring at him aggressively. He quickly put on a fawning smile.
"Huh? Rou Rou? W-what's wrong? "
The girl snorted. "Who told you to call me that? Do we know each other that well?"
The girl looked around and saw Lin Feng, who was sitting next to Ouyang. Her eyes lit up. She then smiled at Lin Feng and said generously,
"Oh, a new classmate. Lin Feng, right? I'm Ren Rou, the class monitor. Welcome to Class 7. "
Lin Feng nodded. "Oh, hello, Ren Rou."
Yang Fan pushed up his glasses and whispered, "This name really doesn't match his temperament at all …"
Indeed, although her name had the word "soft" in it, Ren Rou's fiery and fierce temperament was nothing like "soft".
Ren Rou glared at Yang Hao. "Old Yang, what are you talking about?!"
Yang Fan raised his hand. "No, no, no. You're the most beautiful and gentle …"
Ren Rou looked away in satisfaction. Then she remembered why she was here. She glared at Ouyang. "We're playing against Class 8 tonight. Did you finish the task I gave you? Are all of our class's team members here? "
Ouyang was dumbfounded. "Huh?"
Ren Rou counted on her fingers. "You're the jungler, Old Yang is the top lane, Wu Hai is the mid lane, Sun Ming is the support, and we're still missing an ADC. I told you a few days ago! You still haven't finished? "
After saying that, Ren Rou glared at Ouyang angrily.
"No, no, no, Rou Rou, you misunderstand. I'm working on it. I even found a suitable candidate!" Ouyang hurriedly explained.
Ren Rou calmed down a little, but she still looked at Ouyang expressionlessly. "Continue. Who did you find?"
Ouyang gathered his courage, cleared his throat, and answered, "Tang Bingyao!"
Tang Bingyao?
Ren Rou was stunned. Yang Fan was also surprised. Lin Feng, who was the most confused, scratched his head. His mind was filled with confusion and curiosity.
Tang Bingyao?
That name sounds like a girl's name.
Oh right, what's going on with the match against Class 8 tonight?
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