LOL: Can’t I play other games professionally?

Chapter 141 Chapter 139 Are you also going to become a Vietnamese fermented bean curd?

The plane took off and headed for distant Brazil.

At the same time, the MSI qualifiers are also in fierce competition. After the first round, the wildcard teams GAM and SUP successfully advanced.

They will compete with TSM and FW in the BO5 elimination match of the second stage to compete for the two main competition spots that will advance to the group stage first.

The first game today is GAM vs. TSM.

During the more than one-hour layover in Dubai, Lin Ruo took out his mobile phone, sat on the sofa, and raced against time to play five ranked games of Honor of Kings.

Mingkai was studying the live broadcast of the MSI game with Ai Loli.

Tian Ye, who had just returned from a walk, was drinking a drink when he leaned over and looked in surprise: "Outrageous! GAM is leading TSM 2:0. Levi is so strong."

When A Guang and Scout heard this, they couldn't help but look at it.

The top five leagues were defeated twice in a row by the wildcard region. It was unbelievable and unheard of, and TSM did it too.

"TSM is a phantom player in internal battles, but they fall apart in international competitions. Isn't that normal?"

Lin Ruo said calmly after finishing the ranking.

Unfortunately, he remembered that in his impression, Bjergsen finally led T Konglong to complete a thrilling comeback from 2-0 to advance to the group stage, otherwise he would have become the first Vietnamese fermented bean curd to be famous throughout the ages.

"Ahem, don't say such things." Mingkai, feeling offended, spoke awkwardly.

TSM is the god of civil war, and EDG is not much worse.

The Five Mythical Gods of the Civil War are truly worthy of their reputation.

Mingkai always felt that this little bastard was deliberately hurting him again.

"Don't underestimate yourself, there's still a gap between us and the gods in the civil war. After all, we at Guodian make it to the quarterfinals of the World Championship every year, while TSM is eliminated in the group stage every time. The gap is not a little bit," Lin Ruoyi said righteously.

Mingkai thought it was true, at least he had never made it past the top 16 in a World Championship.

Who says stability is not a skill?

Soon an hour passed and everyone boarded the plane again, taking a direct flight to Brazil.

Sitting in the comfortable first-class cabin, connected to the flight's internal wifi, Lin Ruo logged into Twitter, which he hadn't used for a long time.

The match information of TSM falling behind 0:2 was pushed on time.

At this time, the official TSM blog was already filled with curses, and the North American foreigners were swearing all kinds of things.

[Wang Defa, what were you doing just now? It's such a useless piece of shit.]

[Faking shit, do we really have a jungler? ]

[Jungler gap, Svenskeren, you better pray to God for your safe return from the border.]

[TSM always creates all kinds of bad records for our region. Damn C9, why did they let him win the championship?]

Among the numerous and complex comments, A P, who is good at making trouble, stands out.

EU > NA, I think this is an indisputable fact, because at least we won't lose to the wildcard team from Vietnam.

It's another day of daily quarrels and mutual dislike between the North American and European regions.

Lin Ruo felt that he needed to find some sense of existence and be abstract, so he replied below.

TSM will come back from a 2-0 deficit to advance to the group stage. This is an undeniable fact. Don't ask me why, because we at EDG have already thoroughly studied them. TSM's strength is impossible to lose to GAM.

A P slowly typed a question mark in the comment section.

He was very excited to see Lin Ruo online after a long time. There was nothing more exciting than arguing with a player of equal strength.

[Hey, man, I think you may not know that the third game has already started, and TSM is still at a disadvantage. ]

Lin Ruo smiled without saying anything and replied with an indifferent emoticon. There were more and more comments below and her phone kept ringing.

The official TSM blog even personally liked his comment and gave a thumbs up to the team.

Feeling sleepy, Lin Ruo put down his phone and planned to take a nap.

Ai Loli, who was watching the show online, turned her head away and said, "How did TSM manage to come back from 2-0 down? When did we even figure them out? Brother Lin, why are you talking nonsense?"

Lin Ruo glared, turned away, covered himself with a blanket and rested.

All you do all day long is question you, Brother Lin.

Abu in the back seat couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, and thought to himself that Lin Ruo was indeed a serious kid who had studied TSM thoroughly in advance.

Nofe adjusted his glasses, looking completely confused. As the head coach of the coaching team, when had he ever studied TSM?

I've been studying SKT these days.

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, more than ten hours passed and the plane landed at Rio International Airport. The MSI journey ended.

Everyone packed up and left the airport, with sunlight shining over the city.

Rio de Janeiro is close to the equator, so it is still relatively hot from April to August, and the daytime temperature remains around 4 to 8 degrees Celsius all year round.

Lin Ruo, who was well prepared, changed into a cool and breathable thin T-shirt before getting off the plane.

"Wait for the tour group behind us for a moment, we'll go to the hotel together."

Xiaotie, who is good at foreign language translation, said this as he greeted the Riot staff who came to greet him and communicated with them.

"You guys get in the car with the staff first. Mr. Bu and I will be waiting here." Although the weather outside was very hot, Xiao Tie still took good care of the contestants.

Without further ado, the group boarded the air-conditioned bus.

"Clearlove."

Two Brazilians were waving vigorously from the periphery, causing Mingkai to look back and smile as he was about to get on the bus.

The two of them were mumbling something in a foreign language, and although he couldn't understand it, he could still feel the enthusiasm expressed by the fans.

"I didn't expect that I would have so many fans in a foreign country." Mingkai suddenly felt very proud.

A Riot staff member, who spoke a little Brazilian, watched from the sidelines, somewhat bewildered. Lin Ruo, sensing something was amiss, walked over and, after understanding the situation in his broken English, silently boarded the bus and took his seat. Then he spoke:

"Factory, do you want to know what those two Brazilians said specifically?"

Mingkai curled his lips in delight, looking nonchalant: "It's nothing special, just a polite compliment."

"It's indeed quite polite. Those two guys have been talking about how you were kicked out by their Brazilian Saint Monk in last year's World Championship." Lin Ruo said nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this, Mingkai's face suddenly turned dark, and he began to change his form again.

The memory of the death suddenly attacked him.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Look how excited and pure those two are laughing."

Mingkai stuck his head out again and looked away.

The two Brazilians had long disappeared, but he vaguely saw the hidden smile on the face of the Fist staff outside the car.

Mingkai sat back in his seat calmly, feeling heartbroken.

There are indeed many haters in this world.

"Don't worry, the Brazilian Saint Monk was eliminated in the first round of the qualifying round." Lin Ruo expressed his comfort.

Mingkai got up and found a back seat, choosing to stay as far away as possible.

This guy, every word he says is hurting him.

After a short wait, the members of the commentary team arrived at the bus.

Rita got into the car wearing a baseball cap and carrying a suitcase.

Lin Ruo, who was sitting in the front, offered to help. After more than 30 hours of bumpy ride, all the commentators were inevitably tired.

There is a big gap between economy class and first class.

"You must be very tired." While helping, Lin Ruo did not forget to tease.

Thinking that she knew the answer but still wanted to ask, Rita raised the brim of her hat and rolled her eyes, then sat behind Lin Ruo with Su Xiaoyan.

"I'm so tired, my waist is almost numb, it's really uncomfortable not being able to lie down." Guan Zeyuan wiped the sweat off his face, sat in the back seat, and immediately asked in confusion:
"Mingkai, you don't look very well today. Are you uncomfortable staying in first class?"

The depressed Mingkai laughed dryly and didn't want to talk.

The bus started moving and the people on board chatted casually.

Listening to Rita's complaints from the back seat, Lin Ruo would occasionally reply.

"You really play all kinds of games." Halfway through the journey, Rita noticed that Lin Ruo in the front seat had been playing Honor of Kings, and his rank was not low.

"When you don't have a computer for training, use this to practice your reaction and touch. It's convenient and saves time." Lin Ruo answered simply and straightforwardly.

Su Xiaoyan, who was sitting next to her, was very surprised. How could this be possible? Forget it, you are the champion and everything you said is right.

Ai Loli pondered deeply and couldn't help but ask, "Is this true, Brother Lin?"

Lin Ruo said honestly: "It depends on your physique. I can definitely practice it if I play, but forget it for you."

After nearly an hour's journey, the team finally arrived at the luxury hotel arranged by Riot in the city center.

All teams participating in MSI, including staff, are temporarily staying here.

So as soon as he got off the car, Lin Ruo saw many familiar faces.

For example, the entire G2 team.

The moment he saw Lin Ruo, Perzk was like a mouse among a cat, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Because in the second round of the qualifying match last night, TSM made a comeback and really came back from 2-0 down to 3-0.

His verbal attacks were sanctioned again.

This is the second time since IEM.

"How can this guy calculate so accurately? Has he really studied TSM thoroughly? He even knows their strengths and weaknesses." Perzk, who was sitting in the restaurant eating lunch, was puzzled.

Even when he was sad, he still had to greet Lin Ruoru who was passing by as if nothing had happened.

Zven watched them walk away, his expression calm. "TSM still needs research? Just beat them with your hands."

Being able to play a full BO5 with a wildcard team is very valuable.

In Zven's eyes, TSM, which is in poor form, is no longer worthy of being their opponent.

"We're going to get revenge on EDG, right, Perzk?"

Ah P's expression was firm: "Don't worry, not only that, we will also defeat SKT and win the championship."

Zven was relieved. "Then let's finish today's training match early. I still need to find time to play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds tonight."

...

After checking in and putting down their belongings in the hotel room, Abu explained the disciplinary issues and everyone dispersed.

There is no training requirement on the first day. The primary goal is to get enough sleep and adjust to the time difference between the two places.

Lin Ruo lay in bed and logged into Twitter.

His number of followers increased significantly, and the Twitter comment section was full of people expressing their disbelief at the comeback from 2-0 down to 3-0.

Obviously, many foreigners have not yet reacted.

Such a Mission Impossible-like reversal came in the second round of the qualifying round, which undoubtedly raised the excitement of the game to a higher level.

This prompted the official TSM Weibo account to follow Lin Ruo and repost the comments.

[Is this the legendary divine prediction? ]

This easy and ordinary little prediction made Lin Ruo accidentally become famous again internationally.

(End of this chapter)