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In the same way, Lin Feng simply responded to the battle without dragging his feet in the slightest, but it also made Zeng Rui and Tang Bingyao beside him couldn't help but feel stunned and surprised.

Really come back?

Dou Zi was the first to come back to his senses, with an understanding expression:

"Okay, I'll come again."

"Anyway, if you don't make this money, you won't make it in vain, and if you have another game, Feng Feng will be able to easily win it in a few minutes."

Tang Bingyao next to her nodded in agreement.

Small money is also money.

If you don't earn it, you don't earn it for nothing.

Jingu Sakura looked at Han Lin, who looked resolutely ruthless on the other side, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous:

"It's not a wise choice to do it when you know you can't do it."

"Since you're a professional player who has played LspL, don't you have any self-knowledge?"

Especially after learning from Zeng Rui about the survival situation of most second- and third-rate professional players in China after retirement, Jingu Sakura felt even less appreciative of Han Lin's choice-

Since your monthly income is only barely enough to maintain expenses in a big city like the magic capital, even 5oo yuan is not a small amount.

Just for the sake of a little so-called face, for the sake of a momentary spirit, ignoring the objective fact that their own strength is inferior to their opponents, and forcibly continue to challenge?

It's stupid.

Jingu Sakura unceremoniously made an assertive conclusion to the other party.

Zeng Rui, who was only on the side, was silent and did not choose to speak, his gaze swept over Han Lin on the other side, and then glanced at Lin Feng deeply.

The expression on the latter's face was still flat and calm.

I don't see the slightest change in the slightest.

……

A new SO1O game will begin soon.

On the side of the team stationed at the Sentient Internet Cafe, several other team members couldn't help but surround Han Lin, and whispered with some worry and anxiety:

"Brother Han, forget it."

"The guy on the other side...... It's really a bit strong. ”

"I don't know where the master came from, but I feel that your state today is not suitable to continue to accompany others so strong-"

"I've already lost two before, Brother Han, you're a thousand years younger, if you lose another game, this month's life will not be easy."

Some of the words of persuasion were euphemistic, and some were reminders of the actual situation, but several team members all bitterly hoped that Han Lin would give up.

As members of the resident team of the Sentient Internet Cafe, they are naturally incomparably majestic and high-ranking player gods in the eyes of others on weekdays, but in fact, only they know how difficult and embarrassed their lives are.

Even if Han Lin was already the highest-paid among them, it was definitely not something that the former could easily afford to output close to two thousand yuan in one night.

However, for the kind and kind persuasion of several teammates, Han Lin seemed to have made up his mind and shook his head:

"Let me try again."

The jungler who has the best relationship with Han Lin on weekdays is a little anxious:

"Brother Han, don't go up!"

"It's just one or two games to win or lose, how do you say that, often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet, this time we encounter tricky hard ideas, we can't beat it, why do you want to continue to pay for people to accompany others?"

"It's just for a little face, but the money sent out is real!"

The corners of Han Lin's mouth twitched slightly, and he subconsciously spoke:

"It's not a matter of face—"

But as he spoke, he suddenly paused again, and after a while, he showed a wry smile:

"...... It's true, it's just for the sake of face. ”

Then he took a deep breath and looked at several teammates in front of him:

"But I've decided."

"Don't persuade me, it's my own business, let me solve it myself."

I couldn't hear the slightest hint of urgency or the top in his tone.

All that remains is resoluteness and determination.

……

The second SO1O match between Han Lin and Lin Feng soon began again.

This time, the blue and purple sides are reversed.

After hesitating and hesitating for a long time, Han Lin on the blue side made up his mind to come up with a Shadow Stream Lord Tribulation, which is also another assassin-type mid-laner hero he is best at, and the summoner's skill still brings out [Ignite] and [Flash].

At the same time, Lin Feng calmly completed his choice of heroes to fight-

Demoman Ryan Giggs.

The double move brings [Weakness] and [Barrier].

Even if the SO1O bureau has not officially started, just seeing this, Zeng Rui and Dou Zi behind Lin Feng have already shook their heads again and again.

There's not much more to see.

They couldn't be more clear about what kind of strength someone Bomberman had, not to mention that Lin Feng in this game also brought such two summoner skills, and he could almost foresee the outcome of the next SO1O.

Four minutes into the game.

On the map line, the Lord of the Blue Shadow Flow under Han Lin's control was forced to run out of blood bottle supplies and was forced to return to the city.

Lin Feng's Bomberman Giggs led by 6 points.

Five minutes.

Bomberman leads by 1o knives.

Six minutes.

Han Lin, who had reached the sixth level, controlled his Lord of Shadow Stream, Catastrophe Cauldron to take the lead in a ruthless wave, but was directly put on [Weakness] by Lin Feng's Bomberman backhand for the first time, and most of the damage output was abolished, and then he was consumed by a set of counter-attacks, and his blood volume was disabled instead, and he had to choose to return to the city again.

The line was once again quickly pushed under the blue defense tower by Lin Feng's Bomberman.

Bomberman made up the knife and led by 14 knives.

7 minutes.

The number of fills is 17 ahead.

9 minutes, 2o knife ahead.

The Demoman under someone's control is so tepid but stable that it slowly makes up for the sword, and there is no intention of forcing the fight from beginning to end, but it also does not leave the slightest chance for the opponent's Lord of the Shadow Stream, and when the time comes to the 11th minute, a hundred small soldiers will be completed.

Win.

A victory that is unfazed, but without suspense.

There was a silent silence in the audience.

The guests and viewers of the Internet café only felt extremely panicked and uncomfortable, but they could only be speechless when they moved their mouths.

Several members of the team stationed at the Zhongsheng Internet Café showed bitterness on their faces one by one.

The boss Zhou Kang almost couldn't stand it anymore, he almost didn't suffocate to death with a breath in his chest, and lost another game, his old face really has no place to rest.

Han Lin in front of the computer screen almost numbly clicked the button to exit the game, and his expression became even paler than before.

It's another game.

Another five hundred dollars.

Lin Feng, who was also finishing his work, didn't stand up in a hurry this time, but just raised his eyes slightly to look at Han Lin, who was sitting opposite, and suddenly said unexpectedly:

"Still not coming?"

The tone was flat, but there was no hint of mockery or banter.

It's just a very ordinary inquiry.

Still not coming?

Han Lin's forehead was already covered with sweat, and his palms were also so slippery that he couldn't grasp the mouse tightly, but the next moment, he gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely:

"Come again!"

Lin Feng also nodded:

"Okay."

Almost without waiting for the Internet café guests in the audience to react, the SO1O battle in the third game soon began again.

Five minutes later, a bloody kill announcement from the female voice of the system sounded.

Han Lin lost again.

Three wins in a row.

This time, without even waiting for Lin Feng to speak, Han Lin had already gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Go on!"

The former LspL pro's face is pale and ugly, but there is always a flame burning in his eyes.

Lin Feng suddenly laughed:

"Okay."

"Again."

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