One Second Remember [Literature Building], providing you with exciting novels to read. Yang Fan was the first to snap out of his daze, but he still stared at Ouyang in disbelief.
"Hey, Ouyang, did I hear wrong? Who did you just say? Tang Bingyao? "
Ren Rou's eyebrows shot up. "Damn Ouyang, are you trying to fool me?"
Lin Feng chimed in. "Hey, who's Tang Bingyao? And what's with the tournament?"
However, his interruption was directly ignored by the other three.
Ouyang shook his head like a rattle. "No, no, no. Rou Rou, I'm not trying to fool you. Why would I do something like that? I'm serious! "
Yang Fan furrowed his brows and adjusted his glasses. "She plays League too?"
Ouyang nodded. "That's right! And she plays the ad-carry! She's definitely an expert! She's an expert! "
Seeing Ouyang make such a solemn vow, Ren Rou was a little doubtful. "Really? How come I didn't know Tang Tang played League? Where did you hear that from? "
Ouyang said proudly, "You guys don't know what I'm capable of. Who do you think I, Ouyang Decai, am? Ahem, anyway, when I went to an internet cafe a while ago, I saw Tang Bingyao playing League of Legends as well. I even sneaked up to watch. Damn, she played really well with Jinx that round. She killed three and four times, and carried all sorts of stuff. It was really explosive!"
Then, Ouyang immediately added, "Later, I even remembered her game ID and specifically went to check the summoner information on her account. Guess what rank she is at?"
Ren Rou expressionlessly said, "Don't keep us in suspense."
Ouyang was so scared that he shrunk his head back and quickly confessed, "She's a Platinum 1!"
Electric 1, Platinum 1 segment!
Yang Fan sucked in a breath of cold air. Ren Rou's face was also filled with shock as if she couldn't believe it. "Really? Damn Ouyang, don't lie to me again! "
Ouyang patted his chest and swore, "I promise I'm not lying! If I lie to you, I won't be able to find a wife in my entire life! "
"You're talking as if a guy like you could get a wife …" Ren Rou snapped, but she was starting to believe Ouyang's words a little more. If their team could really have a platinum-ranked AD carry, then their strength would definitely skyrocket. However, Ren Rou was a little worried. "But with Tang Tang's personality … will she agree to join our class?"
Ouyang continued to pat his chest and vowed, "Rourou, don't worry. Leave this to me!"
Ren Rou looked at Ouyang and reluctantly nodded. "Alright, then I'll leave it to you. If you do this well, it will be considered a meritorious service, but don't screw it up! The competition is tonight! "
…
After Ren Rou left, Lin Feng finally found an opportunity to interrupt.
"Eh, what were you guys talking about just now? What competition? "
Yang Fan came to a realization. "Oh, right. Lin Feng, you still don't know. Our class has an appointment with the eighth class next door to play a friendly match in League of Legends tonight. It's at the Internet Cow Internet Cafe next to the school."
Ouyang clenched his fist smugly: "This battle concerns the dignity of our class 7! There's no way we'll lose! "
Lin Feng's eyes lit up. "Is that so? Can I participate too?"
Lin Feng was full of enthusiasm for any competition or activity related to League of Legends.
"You?" Ouyang Feng looked at Lin Feng from head to toe and asked suspiciously: "Lin Feng, what level are you at?"
Lin Feng patted his chest, brimming with pride. "I'm the equivalent of a Challenger!"
It was a bit of a tongue twister, but the truth was that Lin Feng's Celestial Stairway points in the first season of League of Legends were converted to the current ranking system. He was indeed worthy of the title of Challenger.
Not to mention, he was probably at the very top of the Challenger rankings.
Ouyang, on the other hand, burst into laughter. "Holy shit, Lin Feng. You're really good at bragging. If you're 'equivalent' to League Of Legends, then I'm 'equivalent' to a pro player!"
Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh. "Lin Feng, you're bragging too much. Even if you say you're a diamond, we might still believe you."
"But I'm telling the truth. Why don't you let me play a match tonight and you'll know? ← → [Book? Reading House?]
Ouyang patted Lin Feng's shoulder in approval. "Not bad, kid. You want to use this kind of method to get a chance to play?"
Ouyang's expression turned solemn. "But this tournament is too important. We can't treat it like a child's play! Our class's battle team's lineup must also consist of the strongest five players. "
Yang Fan glanced at Ouyang. "Yeah, we can't treat it like a child's play. Anyway, are you sure Tang Bingyao is reliable?"
Ouyang Fan was a bit annoyed. "I already promised her. Why don't you believe me? Oh, right. Lin Feng, come with me to find Tang Bingyao. We need to get her on the team first. "
Lin Feng scratched his head. "Huh? Why do I have to go too?"
"What's with all the whys? It's a matter of class honor!" Ouyang Fan said. "We'll go next class. That's settled!"
… …
The second class of the morning was English. After 45 minutes of class time, it was time for a 25-minute break. The students of Class 7 gathered in groups of twos and threes to chat. Some went to the hallway to get some fresh air.
On the other hand, Lin Feng was forcefully dragged by Ouyang to the second last row of the first group in the classroom.
The girl in the aisle seat in front of them had just gone to the bathroom. There was only one girl sitting against the wall. She had her head down in a ponytail and seemed to be seriously studying.
Ouyang Fan leaned over. "Tang Bingyao, studying. Why are you so serious?"
The girl raised her head and looked at Ouyang and Lin Feng. "What's up?"
Lin Feng was sizing up Tang Bingyao. From her looks to her figure, she was a beauty. Her ponytail was tied behind her head, making her look fresh and clean. Her bangs were slanted in front of her forehead, but what caught his attention even more was the temperament she exuded.
It was a unique temperament.
It was a temperament called "serious."
Indeed, temperament was something that was hard to describe with words, but in Lin Feng's mind, Tang Bingyao gave him a very strange "serious" temperament.
Just like how she was serious when she was reading, she was also serious when she asked Ouyang Fan questions.
She was so serious that she gave off a cute vibe.
Ouyang laughed. "It's like this, Lil Tang. Tonight, our class 7 and the neighboring class 8 will be having a friendly match in League of Legends. Our team is currently missing an ADC. I wonder if you're interested in joining?"
Tang Bingyao thought for a moment, then quickly shook her head.
"Not interested."
Ouyang Fan's laughter abruptly stopped. He immediately put on a serious expression. "Tang Bingyao, this is related to class honor! Don't you play League too? I saw you at the internet cafe last time. Don't try to hide it. You're Platinum 1. You'll definitely beat those noobs in Class 8! "
Tang Bingyao shook her head again. "I'm really not interested."
"I'm interested. Why don't you let me go?" Lin Feng suggested.
Ouyang Fan glared at Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, don't mess around!"
Lin Feng shut his mouth with a regretful expression.
Then, Ouyang Fan turned to Tang Bingyao, gritted his teeth, and said, "Appearance fee: $50!"
Tang Bingyao's face showed a hint of surprise. Then, as if she was thinking about it seriously, she shook her head, stretched out her hands, and gestured the number "8" to bargain seriously.
"Eighty."
Ouyang Fan's heart ached, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed. "Deal!"
Tang Bingyao happily nodded. "Just tell me the time and place tonight."
What? $50?
Lin Feng's head was filled with question marks.
But very quickly, he reacted and immediately protested unhappily, "She still wants an appearance fee? I don't need appearance fee! Why can't I go? "
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