Han Lin's request for another invitation to fight was completely unexpected by the Internet cafe guests below.

Similarly, Lin Feng's response without any delay also made Zeng Rui, Tang Bingyao and others beside him unable to help but feel surprised.

Really come back?

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

"OK, come again."

"Anyway, this money is not profitable, but if you don't make it, you'll have to make another round, and Feng Feng can easily win it in just a few minutes."

Tang Bingyao next to him nodded in agreement.

Small money is also money.

It’s useless to make money.

Sakura Shirou looked at Han Lin, who looked determinedly as if he was ruthless, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but look down on him:

"It is not a wise choice to do it even though you know it is impossible."

"Since you are a professional player who has played LSPL, don't you know at all?"

Especially since Zeng Rui learned from the previous story that most second- and third-rate professional players in China have lived in retirement, Sakura Shirou felt even more unappreciating about Han Lin's choice.

Since your monthly income is barely able to maintain the expenses in a big city like the Magic City, even 500 yuan is not a small amount.

Just for the sake of a little so-called face and for a momentary intent, I ignore the objective fact that my own strength is not as good as my opponent, and I have to force myself to continue to challenge?

It's too stupid.

Sakura Kinami made an assertion conclusion to the other party without hesitation.

Only Zeng Rui, who was standing beside him, was silent and did not choose to speak out. He glanced at Han Lin opposite him, and then looked at Lin Feng deeply.

The latter's face was calm and calm.

Nothing unusual changes were seen.

...

The new solo game will begin soon.

On the resident team of Zhongsheng Internet Cafe, several other team members couldn't help but surround Han Lin, and whispered in a low voice with some concern and anxiety:

"Brother Han, forget it."

"That guy on the other side... is really strong."

"I don't know where the master came out, but I feel that your condition is not suitable for you to continue to accompany others so hard."

"I have lost two games before. Brother Han, you are a thousand-year-old. If you lose another game, it will be difficult for this month."

Some of the persuasion words were tactful, and some reminded the reality, but several team members all wanted Han Lin to give up.

As members of the resident team of Zhongsheng Internet Casino, they are naturally extremely powerful and powerful players in the eyes of others, but in fact, only they know how difficult it is to live a difficult life.

Even though Han Lin is already the highest-paid among them, if he has to export nearly 2,000 yuan in one night, it is definitely not something the former can easily bear.

However, in response to 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 be on the verge of your head!"

"It's just a win or lose in one or two games. So why do you say that you often walk by the river and you won't be able to get wet your shoes. This time we encounter a difficult hard point, just let's admit defeat. Why do you have to bite the bullet and continue to pay for others to fight?"

"Just for some face, but the money given out is real!"

Han Lin's mouth twitched slightly and he spoke subconsciously:

"It's not a matter of face"

But as he said that, he suddenly stopped himself, and for a while, he smiled bitterly:

"Damn... it's the same, it's really for the sake of face."

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

"But I've decided."

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

I can't hear any of the meaning of losing or being on the top in my tone.

Only the determination and determination that was like a boat-walking.

...

The second solo game between Han Lin and Lin Feng started again soon.

This time, the blue and purple side exchanged.

After hesitating for a long time, Han Lin from the Blue Party made up his mind to take out a Shadow Stream Lord, Jie, which is also another assassin-type mid-lane hero he is best at. In terms of summoner skills, he still brought out [Ignite] and [Flash].

At the same time, Lin Feng also completed his choice of heroes with a calm look on his face

Blasting Ghost Giggs.

The two moves are equipped with [Weak] and [Barrier].

Even though the solo bureau had not officially started, just seeing this, Zeng Rui, Dou Zi and others behind Lin Feng were already shaking their heads repeatedly.

There is nothing to see.

They know what kind of strength someone's bomber has, not to mention that Lin Feng also brought two such summoner skills in this game, which almost predicted the result of the next solo.

Four minutes to start.

On the map line, the Lord of the Blue Square Shadow Stream controlled by Han Lin was forced to use up the blood bottle supplies and was forced to return to the city.

Lin Feng's bomber Giggs finished the game and led by 6.

Five minutes.

Bombman leads 10 dollars.

Six minutes.

Han Lin, who reached level 6, controlled his Shadowflow Lord and robbed him and made a fierce move. However, Lin Feng's bomber backhand was immediately put on the [weak] and destroyed most of the damage output. He was then consumed by the counterattack. Instead, he was damaged by the blood volume and had to choose to return to the city again.

The line of soldiers was quickly pushed under the blue defensive tower by Lin Feng's bombers again.

The bomber led the robber by 14.

7 minutes.

The number of last-ditches is 17.

9 minutes, leading 20 dollars.

The explosion genius controlled by someone was so tepid but stable that it was outrageously slow to develop. He had no intention of fighting for the opponent from beginning to end, but he did not leave any chance for the opponent's Shadow Stream Lord. When the time came to the 11th minute, he finished the 100 soldiers.

Win.

A victory that was calm but without any suspense.

There was a silent silence under the stage.

The Internet cafe guests were so frustrated that they felt extremely frustrated, but when they moved, they could only speak silently.

Several members of the resident team of Zhongsheng Internet Cafe showed bitterness on their faces.

The boss Zhou Kang could hardly bear it anymore. He almost felt depressed and almost died of depression. He lost another game. His old face really had no place to put it.

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

Another round.

Another five hundred yuan.

Lin Feng, who was also finished work, did not rush to stand up this time, but just raised his eyes and looked at Han Lin sitting opposite him, and suddenly spoke unexpectedly:

"Are you here yet?"

The tone is plain, but I can't hear any ridicule or joke.

Just a question that seemed extremely ordinary.

Are you here yet?

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

"Come again!"

Lin Feng nodded as well:

"good."

Almost without waiting for the Internet cafe guests to react, the solo battle in the third game began again soon.

Five minutes later, the system's female voice's first blood kill sounded.

Han Lin lost again.

Three consecutive losses.

Before Lin Feng could speak this time, Han Lin had already gritted his teeth and spoke first:

"continue!"

The former LSPL professional player's face was pale and ugly, so scary, but there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, becoming more and more prosperous.

Lin Feng suddenly laughed:

"good."

"Come again."

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