Chapter 219: The Empire's Stunning Flower Sea (Confirmed)

Evi looked at the gray screen and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ever since the last-ditch 3-on-2 attack in the bottom lane was successfully counter-killed by Fanhua with almost no damage, DFM's morale has been irreversibly heading towards collapse.

Sometimes, it only takes ten minutes to go from “teaching the other side what real e-sports is” to “why there is such a strong team”.

The more confident you are before the game and the higher the tone you set, the heavier the blow you will suffer when you are defeated.

Under the ravages of Fanhua, which was obviously tainted with personal grudges, just after ten minutes, DFM entered the stage of "wait 15, vote, vote".

When fifteen minutes were just around the corner, except for Evi who still had some fighting spirit, the other four people voted in unison almost at the same time.

Since this is the first competition, surrender is not officially banned in League of Legends events yet.

In Pei Yunteng's original world, IG's shocking National Day surrender promoted the formation of this rule.

This time, it was DFM who took the lead.

Although today is not a special day, as a Japanese, openly and unconditionally surrendering to the Chinese on the territory of the White Eagles will surely arouse ptsd among some of the old Showa survivors.

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Watching his teammates standing up and packing up their equipment as if they were fleeing, Evi wanted to scold them for having no competitive spirit.

But on the other hand, he was horrified to find that even he himself, at the moment of surrender, no longer having to suffer the torture of the flowers, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

It was such a nightmare experience.

He looked at another veteran in the team, yutapon, whose statistics today were equally dismal. At the beginning, he was suppressed by Sivir with twenty hits from Tristana, and had no ability to resist from beginning to end.

"Fighting further will only make the guys' mentality collapse further, so it's better to give up strategically." Yutapon sighed.

Although he was beaten like a grandson by Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping, Yutapon's mind was still clear.

At least he knew one thing:

Judging from the playing style shown by Fanhua, if this game, which already has no hope of winning, continues, the damage to the DFM players will be immeasurable.

So this guy immediately took the initiative to surrender and saved DFM from the dire straits.

"That's true..." Evi's vision was longer-term than Yutapon's. "But, what should we do next?"

"They were so optimistic about us before the game, but we surrendered in the opening match. The fans must be going crazy..."

“…There’s nothing we can do about it. If we continue to be abused like this, it won’t be the fans who go crazy, but us.” Yutapon smiled bitterly.

Just at this moment, amid the cheers, Fanhua completed the process of greeting the audience and lined up to bump fists.

Perhaps because they had been beaten too hard before, DFM, except for the two veterans who were able to maintain their composure,

When the three young men were bumping fists, they all bowed deeply, lowered their brows and looked submissive. They didn't even have the courage to look at the people in Fanhua in the eye. They looked very submissive.

"Is this... because we beat him into submission?" Zhang Jiale looked at him with amusement. After bumping fists, he turned around and chatted with Sun Zheping.

"That's right. They gave me a good beating today." Sun Zheping stretched lazily.

"Being confident at first and then being respectful afterwards, it makes one laugh when thinking about it." Zhao Yang had a great time today, achieving luxurious statistics of 6-0-3 in just fifteen rounds.

He was in such a good mood that he even recited a few lines of ancient Chinese literature for the first time.

Not only the Fanhua team, but also the commentators in the live broadcast room and the audience from all over the world, basically everyone enjoyed watching this game.

Beat them up so badly that all their data dropped to zero.

It took fifteen minutes to beat the opponent until they surrendered.

By the way, the other party's arrogant mentality was beaten to pieces until he begged for mercy.

Basically, all the elements required for a cool novel are present.

Of course, as joyful as LPL is, the atmosphere in LJL is as dead.

Looking at his young partner's dazed and almost helpless expression, all Yamamoto could feel at this moment was despair.

After being praised to the highest point by fanatical Japanese fans, DFM fell to pieces in the most cruel and embarrassing way.

RNG lost to G2 by 3:2, which was still a fairly even fight.

And what about DFM?
The ultimate massacre.

After experiencing such ups and downs, Yamamoto could already foresee what kind of public opinion storm would occur next.

At this time, the official statistics came out.

On the DFM side, apart from the big data being all zero, the most eye-catching thing is their damage data.

Since they surrendered so quickly, the damage data of both sides was not very high.

But there are at least several thousand here in Fanhua.

And DFM——

The jungler Steal tried to gank in the first eight minutes, but was unsuccessful every time. Even every time on Fanhua's side, he either quickly retreated or counterattacked and killed.

After one round, his excavator's damage reached an astonishing level——

443.
Ah, tribute to the legendary jungler, the Son of the Most Holy Child.

When I saw this damage number, which can be satisfied with two or three skills, being placed in the position of global damage,
Yamamoto closed his eyes in pain.

LJL, no, Japanese e-sports, I'm afraid it's over.

The national war was a disastrous defeat, and they were slaughtered. Nothing could hurt the feelings of fans more than this. They are going to become the sinners of Japanese e-sports.

Faced with the bloody scene visible to the naked eye, Yamamoto felt boundless despair.

After taking several deep breaths and finally calming down, Yamamoto mustered up the courage to start his post-match summary:

"So the BMG team won the opening match beautifully."

"Whether it's individual operations or team operations and control, everything is done as perfect as a textbook!"

"In comparison, our DFM is a bit rough..."

While summarizing, Yamamoto ignored his stunned partner and watched the comments in the live broadcast room inconspicuously.

Be prepared to preserve the last bit of decency for DFM as much as possible amidst the audience's fury.

But when he took a quick glance at the real-time comments, he was slightly stunned.

The environment of the barrage seemed to be slightly different from what he had imagined.

"I feel like the word 'beautiful' is too pale. What a Sbarasi performance!"

"The attack of flowers is as gorgeous as blooming flowers!"

"Not only the competition scene, but also the contestants of Fanhua are all idol-level! I want to see them debut!"

"They are all super handsome guys with their own characteristics!"

Yamamoto was stunned, and the live broadcast studio didn't seem to be in a hurry to hold the DFM trial meeting.

On the contrary, a considerable portion of the comments praised every aspect of Fanhua in an admiring tone.

In fact, in the first half of the game, the style of the barrage was still normal.

In the first two waves of deaths in DFM, the barrage was mostly filled with wailing and cursing.

However, from the "mid-term" when Zhao Yang's Fiora smoothly broke four enemies in one second and instantly killed the seriously underdeveloped Noxus, Japanese fans seemed to be in some strange state.

Their mentality has changed at this time.

What kind of game is most likely to provoke the anger of the audience?

Facing an old enemy or an opponent who is weaker than you, but you let your guard down and fight with the opponent back and forth or even lose, losing the game that you shouldn't have lost. This is called shame.

But what about the blooming flowers?
As long as you have eyes, you can see that these two teams are not of equal strength.

Fanhua completely and thoroughly crushes DFM.

This fact actually made LJL's fans calm down a lot.

Who would care too much about an ant challenging an elephant?
They are not on the same level, so they deserve to lose. What's there to say?

Moreover, since opening champagne before the game is a collective activity for the entire Neon Division spectators, everyone does it, so no one can blame anyone else.

The Japanese audience, who have been unknowingly developed into this mentality by Fanhua, no longer cares so much about winning or losing, and there is no need for them to continue to follow DFM's perspective.

When their mentality changed during the game, they soon realized how many shining points the treasure team Fanhua had.

In terms of team style, the ultimate individual abilities are matched with extremely clear ideas, and from time to time there are aggressive jungle invasions and tower dives. You will never feel sleepy watching their games.

The game was gorgeous, smooth and extremely entertaining, giving the audience, who were used to seeing LJL noobs fighting each other, a feast for the eyes.

The most important thing is, why are all the members of this team so handsome?
And they are handsome in different styles!

Zhao Yang is a gentle and steady older brother, Mo Fan is a cold-faced socially phobic boy, and Tian Sen is a sporty muscular handsome guy...

The five team members lined up there, and the main focus was on being pleasing to the eye.

You know, Neon’s own DFM doesn’t have much appearance to speak of.

With so many highlights added to one body, coupled with the unparalleled crushing conquest of DFM.

Unconsciously, it was not only the DFM players who were traumatized by Fanhua.
Even LJL fans began to be driven out of Stockholm involuntarily.

So much so that no one on the public screen discussed DFM anymore, everyone was praising Fanhua's phenomenal performance.

Yamamoto, who had been prepared to be overwhelmed by the audience, was stunned.

But as an old man, he was quick to react and immediately started to praise the flowers.'

At this time, the effect of the video provided by Evi came out.

Yamamoto, who had watched the recordings of those shows, didn't have a deep understanding of Fanhua, but he was still able to fool the audience in the live broadcast room.

Especially the Fanhua team is not lacking in legends.

When LJL viewers found out that the handsome Zhao Yang who beat their legendary top laner to death was not the strongest Fiora in Team Fanhua,
The live broadcast room was completely blown up.

"Is this the legendary imperial army?"

"A gorgeous existence with absolutely no weaknesses!"

“I feel completely conquered by them!”

Some Japanese people who have developed a chuunibyou syndrome even gave Fanhua a very Japanese nickname:

"The Empire's stunning sea of ​​flowers!"

　First update, there will be more in a while, don't worry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)