Chapter 130 - This is the vanishing health bar technique!
Rish's reading comprehension actually wasn't precise enough.
If gazes had voices, at that moment perhaps he would've heard "the hell are you looking at," "so freaking trash," and "how come any piece of garbage can yap away on the internet" in eight different languages.
There were cameras rolling ahead of them. When Lu Boyuan saw the person next to him staring at HT like a wolf cub, he couldn't help but laugh as he lifted his hand and forced Jian Rong's head back around.
TTC's win for the first match came far easier than expected. To exaggerate it a little—the way they played made it seem as if they were completely invincible.
The LPL commentators and the livestream barrage acted like they were celebrating New Year's. The commentators beamed as they watched a replay of the last game's brilliant kills and team fights. This was also the first time the stream mods were so idle during the finals match of an international competition that they could spam "666" along with the rest of the spectators.
However, nobody shared the same joys and sorrows.
On the LCK commentator platform not too far away from the LPL's, the three commentators wore heavy expressions as they forced out small smiles. The only thing they could do was continuously boost up the pro players, and their brows furrowed tightly together whenever they analyzed the previous game. The left side of the audience, which was full of Korean spectators, was also utterly quiet, and the HT support banners had been temporarily placed on the ground.
Actually, it wasn't that scary to lose one game. HT's 3:2 match during the spring season finals was also hair-raising and full of dangerous moments. But at least every game in that match was closely fought and filled with back-and-forth exchanges.
But that earlier game... was an overwhelmingly one-sided victory.
HT was entirely suppressed by TTC.
Commentator A: "TTC is truly in an amazing condition this year... it's not just the mid lane. The bot lane duo has clearly become even more coordinated than before, while the top lane's ability to engage and resist pressure is as astonishing as ever. And there's no need to talk about the jungle—"
Commentator B: "The jungle has always belonged to our LPL."
Commentator C held back the urge to boast with his commentators. Restraining his excitement, he said, "TTC played extremely beautifully. I also hope that HT won't get discouraged and will adjust their mentalities accordingly, so that they can display their proper strength in the next game."
The intermission was very short. Before the LCK spectators and commentators could even shake off the first game's defeat, the music sounded, and the two teams returned to the stage after resting and regrouping.
The HT members looked more grave than they had before they went off stage. Rish, who was nearly slaughtered into a legendary ghost, kept his gaze fixed on the floor as he pressed his lips tightly together. Master was expressionless as usual, and he walked alone at the very front of the group, holding his water bottle.
Meanwhile, over on TTC's side.
Yuan Qian walked onto the stage, drinking coffee. Xiao Bai scooted over to Pine and said something to him quietly before they both took their seats at the same time.
Lu Boyuan was still wearing his jacket—it wasn't cold in the arena, so he was the only member wearing his jacket, and his sleeves were tugged down near his wrists. With an indifferent expression on his face, he sat down in front of his computer and put on his headphones. A single close-up shot was enough to spur screams from the entire audience, and even the HT fans, who were in an extremely bad mood because their host team had just lost a game, couldn't help but stare at the big screen.
