The first round of the morning started from Area A, and the first four groups were played among the eight teams A1 to A8.

Lin Feng and his men from the decisive team found a seat in the four separate viewing areas, and the overlords of the King's Landing Team, Yu Ping and others also sat next to each other.

The Overlord sat next to Lin Feng, asking for questions with curiosity:

"Is this a fight?"

"Do you recommend a match worth watching?"

Lin Feng scratched his head:

"Oh, no."

"It's not their turn to the first four groups."

The Overlord continued to ask the bottom line: "Which group is that?"

Lin Feng did not hide it: "The serial number is A12."

It is obvious that he is not familiar with this specific grouping number. The Overlord immediately turned to look at his jungler teammate on the other side, and Yu Ping also gave a direct answer without thinking: "A12, the decisive team in Xiamen's competition area, currently ranks more than 60 on the list."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Rui's sympathy and whispered:

“It’s very hard…”

Indeed, from the former captain of the Beijing Television Association team, he has become such an assistant role as a military advisor.

Yu Ping smiled helplessly:

"There's no way, the captain is too unreliable. Someone must help you worry about these trivialities."

Zeng Rui was understood and nodded with a stern heart:

That's right, there is such an unreliable guy on their decisive team...

The Overlord looked at Lin Feng in surprise: "Xiacheng's decisive team? Isn't that the same name as you, but they are in the top 60. How powerful can they be?"

After all, the King's Landing team is almost recognized as the top of the top 128 teams in the national competition. A team with a ranking of more than 60 naturally seems not qualified to attract the former's attention.

Lin Feng shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no, it's really amazing."

"You'll know after watching it later."

The overlord looked at Lin Feng and raised his thick eyebrows again: "Do you know me if I have the same name as you? Have you ever fought before?"

Lin Feng paused for a moment, nodded and shook his head, and replied in a vague way:

"It's almost the same."

As he said that, his eyes couldn't help but scan the competition venue and finally retracted their eyes:

"However, it seems that they haven't come yet."

He has not seen his former companion and old friend appear yet, but Lin Feng saw other familiar figures at the viewing table in another area next door.

The Overlord also stretched his neck to look with Lin Feng's eyes, and recognized the identities of those figures:

"Nine Heavens and TO people, right?"

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that I can't meet them for the time being, otherwise I would have to give them some color."

This time Lin Feng was curious about looking at the overlord: "You have fought before?"

The Overlord waved his hand quite readily: "I've played this! I've met that K in Jiutian. I've met you many times in the Telecommunications Bureau for a long time! That guy is actually not bad at his level, but he has a bad temper and always treats himself as a great man. Hehe, he is actually not my opponent!"

There was a bit of pride in his tone.

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

"Well, you should be better than him."

Whether it is the Overlord or the K, he has watched the match between Junlin and Jiutian Team with his own eyes or through videos. With his vision and judgment, he can draw such an objective and fair conclusion. In terms of comprehensive ability, the Junlin mid laner sitting next to him is indeed two points better than that Jiutian K.

The overlord who was recognized by someone seemed very happy, but then he changed his mind:

"I originally thought that I must be the strongest one in this national competition."

"But then I saw your game video."

"I feel like my strongest title is out of stock."

Although he said such depressed words, there was no sign of depression on the Overlord's face.

Lin Feng thought about it and comforted the overlord:

"It's okay, it's good to be second."

The Overlord was happy again: "That's right, I'm always tired of being the first, you are the first and I am the second, let that K be the third one in ten thousand hahahahahahahaha."

The two chatted happily, and the other teammates next to them, both King's Landing and the decisive teammates were all covered in darkness:

These two guys...

Are they brothers who have been separated for many years?

...

The first round of the game finally officially began.

The viewing area where the two men of King's Land and Fighting Win are playing is a match between the two teams A3 and A4. In front of the audience are two rows of opposite competitive seats, and above is a three-sided viewing screen placed in a triangle, which allows the audience sitting around to see the game clearly.

The game of Wave 3 is faster, and it takes less than an hour to finish the two games.

But if you encounter two teams with similar strength and the fight is in a stalemate, it may take more than two hours.

The A3 and A4 competitions that Lin Feng and others watched belong to the second situation.

Strictly speaking, the strength levels 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 competition area, and the other is the second place in the Anhui competition area. Their strength is close and they are equal in battle. The scene is also quite fierce.

The Overlord, who was just sitting in the audience, was yawning continuously:

“It’s too boring, too boring.”

"Can this level be embarrassing?"

"I can wear this mid laner in Purple Square in less than fifteen minutes. How could they play the game so warmly?"

Complaints keep on stopping.

Then the Overlord pushed Lin Feng beside him with his arm:

"Hey, is the A12 you mentioned here?

The same complaints also exist in the private room on the second floor of the e-sports hall.

In contrast, sitting on the recliner in the private room and looking at the game scene in the large screen below through the floor-to-ceiling window, the environment and comfort are better than the hard viewing seats in the hall, but both Feiniao and Mohe quickly lost patience.

After the game below had been going on for an hour, Asuki finally couldn't help but start complaining:

"Hey, I said that's what you asked us to see?"

"There is no team with outstanding strength in Area A at all. Aren't we wasting our time here?"

Mohe didn't say anything, but his eyes swept towards No. 1, as if he couldn't wait for an explanation and he was about to leave.

It was at this moment that No. 1 glanced at the lobby below the floor-to-ceiling window, and suddenly stood up from his recliner.

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

"oh."

"Here you come."

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

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

Feiniao tried hard to open her eyes and wanted to see the figures carefully:

"Come? Who is it?"

Updates are here, let’s see if we can fight for two updates tomorrow. Finally, there is a weekend without overtime...
Chapter completed!