[Thank you for the reward of "Self-Adaptation Punishment", I've been so busy these two days, and the update time is messed up, Xiaomu is really sorry, I'll start a chapter today, and three more tomorrow.】 】

When Cheng Mu logged in his League of Legends account in a computer room in the main hospital, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The bond display bar on the game interface reads: 20,000 bonds.

One hundred bonds in League of Legends is one dollar, and 20,000 is a full 200 yuan.

"I just know that if you want a 4500 to buy a hero, Brother Qi, you will definitely give me more rushes! But it's okay, you can buy some runes by the way. ”

Cheng Mu looked at his gold coins with a little embarrassment, it was only 305, and he couldn't even afford a Demacia.

"Hey, it's done, Brother Qi, let's not say anything. I've got to buy Tyrone, and I'm going to customize it. ”

Cheng Mu muttered to himself, found the Shadow of the Blade - Tyrone directly in the mall, and pressed the buy button with satisfaction.

Ever since he first played Red Wolves' midlaner Tyrone in the league, he has developed a keen interest in this hero.

High explosion, elegant, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

However, the price of this hero in the mall is too high, and according to the speed at which Cheng Muna accumulates gold coins, it is estimated that it may not be enough for two or three weeks.

Therefore, he used the fat man's "Full Heroes and Local Tyrants" to play a lot in the matching game.

It wasn't until he was familiar with all the little skills of this hero and his own advantages and disadvantages that Cheng Mu gave the number to the fat man, and then went to Shang Xiaowen to score points in the double row leisurely.

To play this kind of hero, you have to be bold and careful.

And you have to do a lot of practice to find a breakthrough for a variety of different lineups.

Therefore, although this number is the first time to have Tyrone, because he has practiced hard, Cheng Mu's current proficiency in Tyrone is no less than those LOL veterans who played assassins.

At the same time that Cheng Mu was buying the Hero Tune Rune, the battle in the main courtyard had already started in the auditorium not far from the next door.

From 12 o'clock in the afternoon to 2:30 in the afternoon, the short two and a half hours not only included the opening ceremony of the finals of the General Academy, but also included the two life and death battles of the second and third groups.

The BO1 elimination system is too cruel and the most intuitive. Whether it is life or death, it is a moment of effort.

And because of this, it can arouse the excitement and enthusiasm of the audience, and although many classes have classes today, the auditorium is still full.

Cheng Mu participated in the opening ceremony just now, but it was just a bunch of teachers and student representatives, talking some sleek nonsense on it.

What friendship comes first, competition comes second; I hope that everyone will find various motivations in life from the courage of e-sports.

Then there is the representative of the academy's League of Legends team: Wei Xiaoyao, who gave a speech to everyone after taking the stage.

It is worth mentioning that although Wei Xiaoyao was smiling and amiable when he read the manuscript, after his speech, there was only a few applause from the audience, which was mainly applauded by the teachers.

It can be seen how bad the first impression of the arrogant Wei Xiaoyao is on the other team members.

"What the thousand people are referring to, it depends on how you make a name for yourself."

This is the last sentence that the fat man shouted indignantly at Wei Xiaoyao's back.

And now, it is the two teams of the second group that are going on in the auditorium.

Shi Lei Red Wolf, Sun Crystal Beast!

Will the red wolf tear open the neck of the unknown beast, or will the beast devour the wolf in the darkness?

The excitement is in the crowded auditorium.

But Cheng Mu only took a general look at the lineups of the two sides, and almost guessed the outcome of the game.

Therefore, he also bid farewell to the other people of the thief ship, and under the leadership of a warm-hearted girl, he turned around and came to this empty engine room.

Open the game and think to yourself.

Custom, one person VS five computers, slaughter.

It's not that Cheng Mu wants to enjoy the pleasure of this kind of slaughter, just like the fat man, but he wants to quickly find his own touch.

An assassin hero like Tyrone, who needs to inflict great damage in a very short period of time, in addition to consciousness, relies most on the operation at that moment. This operation is most dependent on the feel of the time.

For example, if you open the ultimate first and then throw w to slow down, the damage will definitely be higher than the damage of E cutting her throat and then combining her double ultimate with W.

Tyrone's two passives, which are also his soul skills, require extremely high manipulation to be used at the same time.

Practice over and over again. Finally, Cheng Mu's hand speed reached the extreme. It is guaranteed to hit all skill damage in less than a second, and you can even get a flat A.

In this way, Cheng Mu also put his mind at ease with himself.

However, just as he was about to walk out of this machine room, he suddenly remembered that today, it seems that there is no match for their thief ship, and the competition against the flying team will be tomorrow!

"Nima, I've been practicing for forty or fifty minutes." Cheng Mu rubbed his fingers that were a little sour and sighed helplessly.

"However, when there is a solo competition, there is no problem in practicing. I just don't know who will I meet in the first battle of the solo competition? ”

Just when Cheng Mu was hesitating, the fat man's call came.

"Hey, Brother Cheng Mu, where are you?"

"It's still in the No. 4 computer room of the main hospital, what's wrong?"

"This game is over, the Red Wolf has a big advantage in the early stage of B, and in twenty-five minutes, he has lost the base of the beast and become the first team in the top eight!"

It stands to reason that their academy team should be happy to advance.

But the fat man's tone was filled with joy, it was like killing his eighteenth generation ancestor, and every word was full of hatred.

"Well, I guessed, when does the next game start?"

"It's already in the ban selection, you hurry up, Liu Qiao is looking for you, I'm going to arrange the solo thing."

Liu Qiao was the leader of the general courtyard who spoke to them this morning, and Cheng Mu quickly remembered it.

"Well, that's good, I'll be there soon." Cheng Mu hung up the phone, turned off the computer, cleaned up, and walked neatly towards the auditorium.

At noon, the college is basically out of class, and students are free to come and go in the college.

The vast majority of them have already heard of such a sensational League of Legends theater finals.

And the auditorium was so big that it could hold 3,000 people, how could they miss this opportunity?

Therefore, when Cheng Mu walked on the road, he was almost overwhelmed by the sea of people, and there were voices discussing the League of Legends team everywhere.

Of course, the four words that pop up the most in their mouths are "Getaway Team".

Cheng Muke didn't have time to pay attention to these, he was like opening the Sword Saint's ultimate, squeezing all the way, and finally arrived at the auditorium twenty minutes later.

You can hear the voices of the men and women commenting inside, and the cheers of the scene. But before Cheng Mu could find a good place and enter the auditorium, he was stopped.

"Cheng Mu, standing still, there is only one missing you, what are you doing sneakily? Follow me! ”

Cheng Mu didn't need to turn around to know the way, with a little hoarseness in the gloom, this was definitely the voice of the old witch Lu!

Sure enough, five or six teachers stood behind him with four classmates.

Wei Xiaoyao and Zhang Yufei, the captain of the "Black Soil" who had just met in the morning, were also impressively listed.

It's just that the former doesn't even look at him, while the latter is excited.

There were quite a few students around, and there were many people who knew Wei Xiaoyao, but they knew that these people were probably doing business, and they were just secretly watching from the side.

"Come on, Cheng Mu, we're going to draw lots for the solo competition." Zhang Yufei saw Cheng Mu, who was a little stunned, and said with a smile.

Well, it turns out that this is the representative recommended by the major branches, and it doesn't look surprising. Cheng Mu agreed, but the corners of his eyes were looking at the other two unfamiliar faces.

One with large thick glasses, messy hair, and an expressionless face; The other has a vibrant face, always with a hearty smile.

Cheng Mu muttered secretly, these two people are representatives of Rijing and Musen Branch, and their strength will not be much worse, so don't capsize in the gutter later.

If he hadn't been eliminated before he saw Wei Xiaoyao, then Director Zhang, who coveted him, would probably cry miserably.

"What are you stunned? Let's go, go inside and draw lots. Old Witch Lu grabbed ahead of Liu Qiao again and shouted loudly to Cheng Mu.

"Good, good!" Cheng Mu nodded, learning from Wei Xiaoyao's previous appearance, he didn't look at Wei Xiaoyao more, and walked straight to Zhang Yufei.

Without delay, the six teachers directly brought the five student representatives into the hut next to the auditorium.

Lots are drawn to determine the order of the opponents.