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Chapter 19 Among Us, a Traitor

When the crowd arrived in front of the gym, Lin Cheng was sitting on the steps with his hands crossed, craned his neck and looked at the direction they were coming from with interest.

The gymnasium was built on a hillside, and the terrain in front was gradually lowered. Lin Cheng was sitting on the steps just in time to see the two parties who were still fighting outside the parking lot.

"Tsk tsk, wonderful! This is about to catch up with Luneng scolding the referee."

Seeing everyone leaning over, Lin Cheng, who was watching the excitement, got up and patted his butt to prepare to enter the arena.

The interior of the gymnasium has been arranged, and one-third of the field is arranged as a stage. Five game computers are placed in parallel on the left and right sides. On the back wall is a large screen that can broadcast the game screen in real time.

Directly below the stage is a temporary seating area arranged in a rectangle, allowing the audience to watch the game directly on the screen.

It is worth mentioning that the Shinhan Bank logo next to the screen is a bit dazzling, and there is also the same logo on the floor in the center of the stage. The identity of the sponsor of this competition has already been revealed.

"It's amazing."

Stepping into the gymnasium, Lin Cheng only had time to sigh when he heard An Shengyan gnashing his teeth next to him:
"How many people did these bastards call over?"

As the largest university indoor gymnasium in Korea, Hwajeong Gymnasium consists of three floors above ground and three floors below ground, with more than [-] seats. Although there are not many people on the seats at this time, there are already more than seven temporary seats under the stage. Chengdu is occupied by red and blue.

The men either wore two-color jackets or their own short-sleeved T-shirts, blue with the Yonsei University logo and red with the words of Korea University.

These are clearly the clothes worn by the students of the two schools during the high school war every year. Obviously, the two sides attach great importance to this competition, and the ancestral uniforms are worn.

Although she knew in advance that her opponent was vigorously promoting it, An Shengyan originally thought that it would be good to have [-] or [-] spectators like the last badminton match held here, but seeing the people who are still pouring in at the entrance, this The audience was probably much larger than she expected.

The more spectators, the more embarrassed you will lose.

An Shengyan's face was stinky, and other members of the e-sports club were obviously nervous or excited.

If it was a football match between three high schools, they would not be surprised that there were tens of thousands of spectators, but the Seoul National University E-Sports Club has never experienced such a battle since its establishment.

"There are very few people from our school, and it looks like a motley crew."

Lin Cheng looked at the uniform clothes and cheering flags of the other two schools, and then looked at the students of Seoul University who were sparsely sitting in the corner. The contrast was too strong.

An Shengyan waved her fist, "I'm so pissed, they look like our school e-sports club is very incompetent."

Xiao Tong comforted, "It's none of your business, our school e-sports club has been promoting this competition for a long time, many students are not really interested in e-sports, but I heard that your school's strength is not dominant, they will Mmm~ I just came here to join in the fun."

It's okay if Xiao Tong doesn't speak, this is like telling An Shengyan clearly: Most of the people who come here are not interested in the game, they just want to see you being beaten.

"I knew we would have called more people to come and cheer."

Fatty reminded, "But we can't publicize it with a lot of fanfare. It's even worse to be beaten on the ground."

An Shengyan gave Fatty a sharp glance, and shut up if you don't know what to say.

Han Shuyan glanced at Lin Cheng, "It doesn't matter, right?"

"Don't worry, it's just a small scene."

Lin Cheng waved his hand and looked at his teammates, "I'm a RANK guy who plays against professional players every day. You can just play like you did in training yesterday. I have the bottom line."

Surrender if you can't handle it anymore. It's a big deal. Anyway, there is no rule that you can't surrender.

Everyone didn't know Lin Cheng's insidious thoughts, but inexplicably aroused their fighting spirit, and they all said that they must perform well.

It was close to two o'clock in the afternoon, and the temporary seating area was fully occupied, and there were also a large number of spectators sitting in the seats on the ground floor of the stadium. The number of people at the scene was estimated to have exceeded 2000 people.

The hostess in a white knee-length skirt stepped onto the stage, thanked the sponsors, and then started to introduce the competition system with a hand card.

Since there are only three teams participating, the competition is divided into two stages. The first stage is a single round-robin match of BO1. The three teams play one game in pairs each, and the top two advance to the final.

If there is a situation where the records are intertwined with each other, the team with the shortest victory time will automatically advance, and the other two teams will play extra matches to determine another promotion spot.

The top two teams will compete in a BO3 final, and the winner will win the first SKY Cup and receive a bonus of 500 million won from Shinhan Bank.

At this moment, Ahn Seung-yeon, as the coach, led the starting five in the backstage and waited boredly to appear.

Since the temporary backstage didn't even have a broadcast screen, a group of people could only sneak their heads out to observe the scene.

Jin Chenglu smacked his tongue, "It looks like a lot of people here, I've never played a game in front of so many people."

"I just said that I want to perform well, but now I seem to be nervous again."

An Shengyan snorted, "Don't be nervous, if you go back ashamed, you will feel better."

"I don't want to be nervous, but as soon as it gets cold, my legs start shaking, and they keep shaking. The more I shake, the more nervous I get."

"The host's back is very beautiful, is it from Korea University?"

Lin Cheng's angle of attention is particularly tricky, his teammates are feeling the atmosphere of the scene, he is watching the girl.

An Shengyan pouted, "Didn't you hear the self-introduction? He is a professional host of Kespa, and he hosted LCK games for a while before."

Kespa is the Korean Professional E-sports Association, and there are a lot of professional anchors in its various e-sports projects.

There is a very special benefit for professional e-sports players registered in Kespa. Every year, several places are recommended for professional players to enter the university to study. Ambush has become an e-sports specialty student of Central University through this benefit.

Therefore, the relationship between the Korean E-sports Association and various universities is not bad. Each university is willing to provide personnel and equipment support for e-sports competitions, and at the same time, they can also promote themselves.

"Hey? I didn't even notice if I didn't say it, the host's back is really pretty."

"Isn't she cold wearing it like this? Her skirts were all exposed to her knees, and I shivered just looking at it."

An Shengyan said in an expert voice: "She is actually very warm wearing thermal stockings, not as cold as you think."

Lin Cheng sneered, and said casually, "It's as if you were wearing it."

"But I did wear it."

"Hey~~~ you perverted..."

Lin Cheng turned his head and glanced at her, "Oh~~~ I'm sorry, I forgot that you are a woman."

Ahn Seung Yeon: "..."

The crowd laughed.

As a result, Lin Cheng's style of painting was successful, and the atmosphere became inexplicably relaxed.

Soon, the players began to enter the field.

The first two teams to play were Yonsei University and Seoul National University. Five members of the Yonsei University team in blue jackets appeared in turn.

At this time, in the blue support area, a boy stood up and waved a blue flag with an eagle printed on it.

"Yan! World! Big! Learn!"

Seeing the familiar blue eagle and the support slogan, Xiao Tong subconsciously stood up, waving his fists and shouting:

"go ahead!"

???

The members of the Seoul National University e-sports club sitting next to them were full of question marks.

Among us, there is a traitor.

(End of this chapter)