At 8 o'clock in the evening, everyone in Gao Lin, who had made all preparations, entered the competition side under the leadership of competition personnel.
It seemed that due to the influence of the competing teams, there were far fewer spectators coming to watch the game at Toyota Sports Center. There were only a few hundred people in the entire stadium at best.
Of course, many spectators did not come to watch the game specifically, they just came to join in the fun, kill time, or watch the live broadcast.
You know, the tickets for this knockout round are only 10 US dollars. Such cheap tickets, coupled with such a luxurious stadium like Toyota Sports Center, are well worth the money.
However, even though the tickets are very low, many "League of Legends" fans don't want to come. For no other reason than the two teams competing tonight are really not worth watching.
Although FL is a powerful Danish team, its current home field is not in Denmark. Who pays attention to it? Moreover, its opponent is a little-known team. There is no need to go to the scene to watch it. You can watch it at home with your toes. Guess who the winner is.
"Hi, everyone, I am Stevenson, the commentator for this competition." On the Danish commentary desk on the east side of the scene, a handsome blond guy said to the camera in pure English.
"I'm Torres." A young man with short hair and glasses sitting next to him continued.
"Torres, my old partner, you look a lot more handsome tonight." The handsome blond man smiled and tilted his head and teased the short-haired young man.
"Did you just notice it now? I always thought you had noticed it a long time ago." The short-haired young man pinched the collar on both sides and pretended to be cool.
"Yes, if you don't have those two pimples at the corners of your mouth." Stevenson smiled.
Hearing what he said, Torres couldn't help but coughed in embarrassment, looked up at the stage and said, "The time is now nine-twenty, and in ten minutes, the players from both sides will appear."
"Yes." Stevenson nodded, looked at the battle list on the table and said, "Tonight our opponent is from China..."
Stevenson couldn't pronounce the team name at the back, so he had to briefly translate it into English: "HYS."
Seemingly knowing that the handsome blond guy couldn't pronounce the full pinyin of Huayi Star's team name, Torres immediately laughed and said: "What's wrong, Stevenson, don't you call yourself a China expert? Why can't you pronounce the name of that team?"
"The Chinese letters are so weird, just like their appearance, it's completely baffling." Stevenson spread his hands and said.
Although he looked like he was joking, a sense of ridicule and discrimination could be heard in the tone of his words.
"I feel the same way." Torres echoed, "When you are with a Chinese, you can't see any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness from his face. Sometimes, he looks very happy, but he is completely different inside. On the contrary, it is like the fog in their Kyoto, so gloomy and scary."
"So, when dealing with the Chinese, you have to pay special attention, otherwise, you won't even know you were sold by them." Stevenson said with a smile.
"That's true." Torres nodded, "The Chinese are as cunning as a fox, docile on the outside, but on the inside they are like the Mariana Trench, too deep to be visited."
"However, no matter how cunning a fox is, there will be times when he encounters a tiger." Stevenson said with a faint smile, "It's like tonight's battle."
"Yes, they are unlucky to meet us tonight." Torres nodded.
"To be honest, China is really an incredible country. In this Confederations Cup finals, this team that we can't even name will actually be allowed to participate in the competition." Stevenson said with a face full of ridicule.
"This is actually not surprising. The Chinese e-sports team is as weak as freshly baked black bread. Anyone who takes a bite can tear it off easily," Torres said.
"Didn't China have a PB team in the last competition?" Stevenson said.
"Chinese e-sports teams will not last long. I heard a friend of mine living in China say that Chinese e-sports clubs are like growing wheat. They only exist for a short season and wait for the wheat to mature. , harvest and leave immediately, and then plant seeds again in the next year, continuing the cycle of harvesting." Torres said, "In China, they hardly regard e-sports as a profession, but call it a meaningless game. Some parents don’t even allow their children to be exposed to e-sports.”
"So that's it, no wonder their e-sports are so bad." Stevenson suddenly said, and as he said, he seemed to remember something: "However, although their e-sports is as weak as a chicken, they are A genius named Max emerged."
"Yes, Max can be said to be the most knowledgeable and skilled in e-sports among all the Chinese people I have ever met." Torres nodded.
"I heard that Max is on this team." Stevenson pointed to the battle list on the table.
"It's understandable why China sent this team." Torres smiled and said, "I bet that the reason why this team can compete is entirely because of Max."
"I think so too." Stevenson nodded in agreement.
After saying that, he shook his head: "It's a pity that a super talented player like Max has to be buried in a place like China. If he comes to Denmark, he will definitely become the most dazzling e-sports star in the world."
"Who says it isn't?" Torres also said with a look of regret, "In China, only DAGA can be called a professional team."
"It would be great if we met DAGA in the quarterfinals." A smile appeared on the corner of Stevenson's mouth.
"Haha, if we eliminate two Chinese teams, I don't know how much the Chinese will hate us." Torres also laughed.
"DAGA is still very powerful. If we really encounter them, it will be difficult to deal with them." Stevenson said, changing the subject, he added: "Of course, our current team is not the previous team. It's really If they want to meet us, they can only pray to God."
"Chinese people do not believe in God, so no matter how much they pray, God will not consider them to be devout believers, let alone extend a loving hand to them," Torres said with a smile.
"Then they'll have to consider themselves unlucky." After Stevenson finished speaking, he and Torres laughed.
After the laughter stopped and he saw the players from both sides walking toward the auditorium one after another, Torres said: "Okay, the players from both sides have entered the auditorium and are ready to play."
"An exciting moment is coming. I wonder if this Chinese team is ready to pack up and go home," Stevenson said.
"Haha, I can only say that it's a pity that they have those round-trip air tickets." Torres said with a sarcastic smile.
"To be honest, if I were a senior executive of the competition, I would never charter air tickets for the knockout teams. This is simply a waste of resources." Stevenson said.
"If the competition does not cover air tickets, will Chinese teams come to participate in the competition in the future?" Torres tilted his head and smiled.
"The competition can still go on without any team. Instead of wasting money on such meaningless teams, it is better to use it to do more facts, even if it is to add an extra dinner to other participating teams. OK," Stevenson said.
