The internet cafe's lobby was filled with enthusiastic applause and cheers.
Originally, when the match had just ended, the surrounding freshmen had subconsciously felt sorry for the purple team, Shang Cai Esports Club.
They felt that Dou Zi's Widow Jungler was already very, very good. It was the kind of carry that couldn't be carried at all. However, under such circumstances, they still lost the match. One person's efforts could not help the team turn the tables, so they felt a sense of pity and empathic regret.
But after Cheng Qingqing's loud reminder …
Everyone came to their senses.
That's right.
In this match, on paper, the Shang Cai Esports Club should have the absolute advantage. The ones who should have been fighting for a chance to win should have been Lin Feng's team on the blue side.
But …
Shang Cai Esports Club, who had inexplicably become purple at some point, had fallen into a bitter struggle. They actually had to find a chance to "turn the tables".
What did it mean to turn the tables?
That was something that only the disadvantaged party would do.
Now that they thought about it carefully, the freshmen in the audience couldn't help but be shocked.
F * ck.
In this match, a few freshmen on the blue side had actually managed to suppress the main lineup of the Esports Club, whose average rank was above Diamond 2?!
This was too f * cking scary!
"No, it's not 'a few people' on the blue side."
Suddenly, a freshman shook his head vigorously, resolutely denying this statement. Then he looked at a certain person in the blue team's jungler seat, his eyes shining with admiration.
"This time …"
"He's a god-level carry!!"
…
What was a god-level carry?
It didn't mean that a player had to be able to pull off some sort of heaven-defying maneuver to be considered a champion. Take Lin Feng's overall performance, KDA, and other statistics for example. He was the epitome of a "godly carry".
11/2/6.
In 29 minutes of game time, he had nearly 320 last hits.
Just these two numbers alone were enough to make people suck in a breath of cold air, not to mention the other statistics after the end of the round. In the blue team, Clockwork's damage output was the highest with a score of 46,000, more than 8,000 points ahead of the second place Widow!
The numbers were enough to explain everything.
And even more …
That wasn't all.
"All of the blue team's tactics … should have been completed under Lin Feng's command."
On the purple team's side, Deng Zhe, as a support and vice president, shook his head with a bitter smile.
"They brought along a few teammates whose true standards are only Gold, Platinum, and Diamond 5 … Even so, they were able to defeat our team's main lineup. We have nothing to say about this loss."
Zhao Yang, Lu Ze, and Sun Ming all looked so embarrassed that they couldn't say anything.
Previously, Zhao Yang had been slapped in the face by a certain someone's support. This was already the second time, but this time, he had a few teammates beside him to help share the burden, which made him feel a little lucky.
As for Lu Ze and Sun Ming …
The two of them were completely mute.
They were the ones who raised the objection, and they were also the ones who came up with the idea of a match. In the end, they lost. Now, they naturally had no reason to say anything.
Just like what Deng Zhe had said, someone's mid lane Clockwork had indeed carried the entire game.
On the surface, it seemed as if the blue team's victory was due to their lineup. However, in reality, both Lu Ze and Sun Ming knew all too well that Mumu, Rock Golem, Morganna, and Virtuoso were no good individually. They had too many problems with their individual control in the early stages of the game.
However, Clockwork Demon was able to single-handedly keep up the tempo.
In the middle and late stages, when the blue team began to group up, it was as if they had completely changed their style. The five of them cooperated with each other, and all kinds of big moves were connected with each other. Even the timing of taking dragons, forming groups, changing lanes, and pushing towers was grasped perfectly.
This could only be the work of someone commanding the blue army.
Who could be the commander?
Sun Ming and Lu Ze both had very ugly expressions on their faces.
No matter how unwilling they were to admit it, the only person on the blue team who could be the commander was that guy called Lin Feng.
Deng Zhe saw the awkward expressions on his two teammates' faces. He shook his head and sighed.
"I guess we've learned our lesson this time …
"If you're too arrogant and look down on others, it's easy to lose out and get slapped in the face.
"To be honest, if it weren't for Ah Zi's jungler, our side might have collapsed in the early to middle stages of the game."
Yet another truthful statement.
Lu Ze and Sun Ming's faces flushed with embarrassment. They were so embarrassed that they did not know what to say.
That was right. Earlier, they had been talking about how they were worried that Captain Dou would deliberately throw the game to the other team. In the end, their captain was practically doing his best to carry and salvage the situation, while they themselves had become a burden.
Deng Zhe looked at Dou Zi and coughed softly.
"Are you alright, Ah Zi?"
He had noticed that Dou Zi seemed to be very concerned about this game. His serious, focused, and even all-out attitude had never been seen even in some of the high school leagues in Shanghai.
Although he did not know why Dou Zi was so competitive in this game, it did not prevent Deng Zhe from worrying about Dou Zi's mentality after losing the game.
The other three members of the team could not help but look at their captain.
At this time, Dou Zi was sitting in front of the computer screen with his head lowered, as if thinking about something. No one could see the expression on his face. It was not until Deng Zhe spoke out of concern that Dou Zi raised his head and turned to look at his teammates, revealing a big smile.
"Ah, it's nothing!
I was just thinking about the game just now. "
After a pause, he shook his head and added with some regret.
"Sigh, it's still a bit of a pity to lose …"
Sun Ming, Lu Ze, and Zhao Yang felt uncomfortable as if they were sitting on pins and needles. They knew that this game was completely a trap for them.
But the next moment, Dou Zi suddenly smiled again.
"But it's normal.
"I was already mentally prepared that I would lose this round."
"After all, it's Feng Feng! It doesn't make sense if we can win with just a few of us. Speaking of which, Feng Feng's clockwork is too awesome! "
As he spoke, Dou Zi began to praise him again. Then he suddenly paused and looked up at his teammates.
"Speaking of which, the game is over now.
You guys have no objections, right? "
Lu Ze and Sun Ming opened their mouths, but in the end, they were speechless and lowered their heads in silent agreement.
"That's good!
"Sigh, it's over from the start!"
In an instant, Dou Zi was beaming with joy. He stood up from his seat and impatiently walked over to Lin Feng. As soon as he squeezed through the crowd, he excitedly jumped up and down to report the good news to someone.
"Feng Feng! It's done!
Now, no one will have any objections if you join our esports team and play as the main force! "
Lin Feng, who had just finished celebrating with his roommates, Cheng Qingqing, and Song Jia, turned to look at Dou Zi, his eyes shining with a strange light.
"Oh."
"Joining the esports team is no problem.
But — "
"Dou Zi, you have to promise me something first."
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