"Playing like this was a bit of a waste. We wasted too much time, and we couldn't take Baron this time."
"Baron? If I could have a famous scene like that, forget losing one game—even if we lost an entire round and had to restart from the Loser's Bracket, I'd be willing! This kid really deserved to die!"
369 was utterly jealous.
He wanted a chance to get a Malphite Penta Kill too.
"Treat us to dinner! A Le, after today's match, you have to buy everyone a huge meal!"
In the EDG players' booth, Luo Zhen had already started rallying his teammates to demand benefits. But A Le understood that such a famous scene was something that could only be stumbled upon by chance. Besides, his teammates had deliberately given it to him, so there was no way he could escape buying this meal.
"Definitely, but after we get back home. Britain really is a food desert."
A Le smacked his lips, his resentment toward foreign food running deep.
If domestic food was like a beauty—its deadly allure impossible to conceal, seductive music unable to cover up the soul-stealing danger beneath—then foreign food was an undernourished Sprout Girl. It might seem stunning at first sight, but the longer one looked, the more boring it became.
Of course, even that wasn't the worst. The worst was Korea itself.
There were so many videos online of international students doing Jail Time in Korea. Click on any one of them, and you would suspect they had been sent to a POW Camp.
After that team wipe, even though they hadn't taken Nash Baron to lock in their advantage, EDG's enormous gold lead and Soul of Electrocution Dragon meant T1 simply couldn't win a Frontal Fight at this stage. To win a fight,