Once or twice was fine.
But after it happened too many times, even experienced men could barely take it, let alone Luo Zhen and PPGOD.
They had practically clawed back their bot lane advantage while being hard-pressed in a three-versus-two.
"Damn it, that jungler better never get a seasoning packet with his instant noodles again. He has no shame, camping us like that," Luo Zhen spat.
If his offensive pressure and aggression this game had not been so low, and if Blitzcrank were not the kind of champion whose hooked targets usually ended up in relatively safe positions, then with Lee Sin camping them like this, their bot lane would have been dead long ago.
"Wake up, Europeans don't eat instant noodles." PPGOD was equally helpless. Blitzcrank was threatening when they had a numbers advantage or at least equal numbers; if they were behind and he dared throw a hook, he would be a complete war criminal.
That Lee Sin had practically rendered his entire existence in bot lane meaningless.
The good news, however, was that because the enemy jungler had shown himself bot lane so often, RGE's Upper Area was not having a good time either. If Maokai had not been so strong under his tower, and Wukong had not yet reached Level 6 for his crowd control, 369 and Karsa would have already tower-dived him together.
"They don't eat instant noodles?"
"What they eat is much fancier than instant noodles, but it's way too repetitive."
Unlike China's food culture—shrimp in the south, crabs in the north, Guangdong and Guangxi eating their way through nature, mutton ruling everything in the northwest, Northeast China dipping the world in soybean paste, Shandong pancakes going with anything, and Chongqing hotpot scalding the entire world—Western food culture was extremely monotonous and regimented. While