Rise

The first round of competition in the morning started in Area A. The first four groups of matches were among eight teams from A1 to A8.

Lin Feng and others from the decisive team found a seat in the four divided viewing areas and sat down. Bawang, Yu Ping and others from the Junlin team also sat next to them.

Overlord was sitting next to Lin Feng, asking questions with curiosity on his face:

"Is this this?"

"Do you recommend a game worth watching?"

Lin Feng scratched his head:

"Oh, no."

"The first four groups didn't get their turn."

Overlord persisted and continued to ask: "Which group is that?"

Lin Feng didn't hide it either: "The serial number is A12."

Obviously, he was not familiar with this specific group number. The Overlord immediately turned to look at his jungler teammates on the other side, and Yu Ping also answered directly without thinking: "A12, Xiacheng Division The winning team is currently ranked in the 60s on the list.”

As soon as he said this, Zeng Rui looked at him sympathetically and exchanged words in a low voice:

"It's very hard..."

Indeed, from the original captain of the Beijing Electric Association team, he has become such an assistant role like a strategist.

Yu Ping smiled helplessly:

"There is no way, the captain is too unreliable, someone must help take care of these trivial things-"

Zeng Rui looked understanding and nodded with sadness:

That's right, their decisive team also has such an unreliable guy...

Overlord was surprised and looked at Lin Feng: "Xiacheng's decisive team? Isn't that the same name as yours? But they are ranked more than sixty, how good can they be?"

After all, the current Junlin team is almost recognized as being ranked first among the top 128 teams in the national competition. A team ranked more than 60 naturally does not seem to be qualified to attract the attention of the former.

Lin Feng shook his head repeatedly:

"No no no,

Really awesome. "

"You'll know later when you see it."

Overlord glanced at Lin Feng, and raised his thick eyebrows again: "If he has the same name as you, do you know him? Have you fought before?"

Lin Feng paused, nodded, shook his head, and answered vaguely:

"Roughly the same."

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but scan the competition venue, and finally withdrew his gaze:

"But it seems they haven't come yet."

For the time being, Lin Feng did not see his former companion and old friend show up, but he did see some other familiar figures in the spectator seats in another area next door.

Overlord also followed Lin Feng's gaze and stretched his neck to look over, recognizing the identities of those figures:

"Are they from Jiutian and TO?"

"Tsk, tsk, it's a pity that I can't meet them yet, otherwise I would have to show them some color."

This time, Lin Feng looked at Overlord curiously: "Have you fought before?"

Overlord waved his hand quite cheerfully: "I've beaten him! I've met that K from Jiutian so many times in the Dianyiren Bureau! That guy's level is actually not bad, but his temper is too bad, and he always thinks of himself as something. Awesome to tease the big shot, hehe, he is actually no match for me!”

There was a sense of triumph in his tone.

Lin Feng also touched his chin and recalled it, then nodded in approval:

"Well, you should be better than him."

Whether it was Overlord or that K, he had watched the games between Junlin and Jiutian Team either with his own eyes or through video. With his vision and judgment, he was able to draw such an objective and fair conclusion. In terms of overall ability level, The King's Landing mid laner sitting next to him at the moment is indeed two points better than the nine-day K.

The Overlord seemed very happy to be recognized by someone, but then he changed the subject:

"Originally, I thought that among the more than 100 mid laners in this national competition, I would definitely be the strongest."

"But then I saw your game video."

"I feel like my title of strongest is no longer guaranteed."

Although he said such depressing words, there was not much frustration on the Overlord's face.

Lin Feng thought for a while and comforted Overlord:

"It's okay, being second is not bad."

The Overlord became happy again: "That's right. I'm tired of being the number one. You're number one and I'm number two. Let that K be the number three for ten thousand years hahahahaha——"

The two of them were chatting happily, and a group of other teammates from both the King's Landing and the Finals next to them all had their faces filled with dark thoughts:

These two guys...

A long-lost brother, right?

…

The first round of competition finally officially started.

The viewing area where everyone is sitting in Junlin and Juesheng is the match between the two teams A3 and A4. In front of the auditorium are two rows of opposing competition seats, and above it is a three-sided viewing screen arranged in a triangle, allowing people to sit around The live audience could see the game clearly.

BO3 games are played faster, and it takes less than an hour to finish the two games.

And if we encounter two teams of similar strength and the fight becomes stalemate, it may take more than two hours.

The match between A3 and A4 that Lin Feng and others watched fell into the second situation.

Strictly speaking, the strength level of these two teams should not be bad. After all, they are teams that can reach the national competition. One seems to be the third place in the Yunnan Division, and the other is the second place in the Anhui Division. Their strength is close. The fight was evenly matched, and the battle in the Summoner's Rift was quite fierce.

But the Overlord sitting in the audience yawned repeatedly:

"It's so boring, so boring."

"Is it possible to be embarrassed at this level?"

"The mid laner on the purple side, if it were me, I would have defeated him in less than fifteen minutes. How could they make the game so tepid?"

The complaints don’t stop.

Then Overlord pushed Lin Feng beside him with his arm:

"Hey, is the A12 you were talking about here?"

The same complaints also exist in the boxes on the second floor of the e-sports stadium.

In contrast, sitting on the recliner in the box and watching the game on the big screen below through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the environment and comfort are much better than the hard viewing seats in the hall, but whether Feiniao or Mohe, They all quickly lost their patience.

After the game below had been going on for an hour, Asuka finally couldn't help but started to complain:

"Hey, I said this is what you asked us to see?"

"There aren't really any outstanding teams in Zone A. Aren't we wasting our time here?"

Mo He didn't speak, but he glanced at No. 1 lightly, as if he was ready to leave if he couldn't wait for an explanation any longer.

And it was at this time that No. 1 glanced towards the hall below the floor-to-ceiling window, and then suddenly stood up from his recliner.

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling window and looking somewhere below, No. 1 showed a slight smile on his face:

"oh."

"Here he comes."

Mohe and Feiniao couldn't help but follow No. 1's gaze and look down.

In the direction of the entrance of the e-sports stadium, you can vaguely see several figures walking in.

Feiniao tried his best to open his eyes wide and take a closer look at those figures:

"Coming? Who is it?"

I'll send you the update. I'll see if I can get two more updates tomorrow. I'll finally have a weekend without overtime. .