Not long after, even the players from IG and Se7en who were sitting at the next table were attracted over.
Seeing how everyone was looking at their phones and smiling at him from time to time, Liu Zilang suddenly felt that he should have taken over GodV's microphone in the afternoon.
It was an extremely wrong decision!
.....
The next afternoon.
Liu Zilang and the other two teams departed from their hotel and headed to Colt Arena in California that they had been to the day before.
However, they were only there for an interview yesterday. Today, they were going to participate in a tournament.
The tournament venue was very close to where they were staying. They arrived in less than half an hour's drive.
There were still about two hours before the tournament started. However, there was already a sea of people outside the arena.
There was a long queue at the entrance of the arena. The passionate Western fans held all sorts of homemade signs in their hands. Some of them even had the team logo of their favorite team painted on their faces.
Most of these people were Western spectators. Of course, there were also students from Hua Xia.
At that time, other than entering and exiting the arena, the road outside of Colt Arena was closed to traffic. Those who passed by had no choice but to take a detour.
Among them, Long Shenjue and Cpt did not have any experience in international tournaments. Seeing the crowd around them, Long Shenjue took a deep breath. "Tsk tsk!
The foreigners … They're making quite a big deal out of it. "
"Actually, our country's Tencent is taking the lead."
Liu Zilang laughed. "After all, it's an international tournament. If we don't make it big, it'll be embarrassing."
"Are we … going to be livestreamed on Site C?" Cpt asked quietly.
Hearing this, the others were startled. GodV patted Cpt's head and laughed. "What are you thinking about?
You're already thinking that we're done for. "
"Not really, not really." Liu Zilang laughed as he shook his head.
The few of them chatted and laughed as they relaxed. Soon, they entered the arena through the players' passage.
When he arrived at the lounge, Liu Zilang took out a keyboard wrapped in a dustproof bag from his backpack.
Seeing this, GodV asked curiously, "Is this the 'piano keyboard' that Guru Qiu was talking about?"
Hearing this, the rest of 4AM gathered around. Since they were all professional players, they were no strangers to the so-called 'custom-made keyboard'.
However, they were still curious.
The keyboard was not a martial arts manual or a divine weapon. Since he had brought it along, Liu Zilang was not afraid of others looking at it.
After noticing their gazes, he quickly opened the dustproof bag.
The first thing he saw was a dark, metallic keyboard. The style was a little retro and rustic. All the keys on the keyboard were made up of black and white, giving off a mysterious feeling of Huaxia's Tai Chi.
Long Shenjue couldn't help but stretch out his chubby finger and carefully press a button.
Thud!
A crisp sound came from the keyboard.
It sounded like a precise machine in the Age of Steam that had completed a switch.
The Dragon God couldn't help but click his tongue. "This sound … it's so cool!"
Aluka suddenly thought of something and could not help but ask, "By the way, I heard that the sound of each key on your keyboard is different. That's why it's called the 'piano keyboard'. Is that true?"
Hearing Aluka's words,
Liu Zilang's fingers lightly swept across the keyboard.
In an instant, a series of sounds of different degrees of severity and urgency could be heard, like pearls of different sizes falling onto a jade plate.
Then, Liu Zilang shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not that bad. It's just that the sound and pitch of each key are slightly different. It's far from being comparable to a piano."
Hearing Liu Zilang's' serious' bragging, the rest of 4AM's hearts twitched.
'You really dare to compare a keyboard to a piano!'
While they were chatting, they suddenly heard the staff knocking on the door. It turned out that the tournament venue's computer had been prepared, and they were asked to access it and adjust the equipment.
As they walked out of the resting room and went to the front desk, the difference between the arena and the outside was immediately reflected.
At this time, looking at the densely packed audience around them, many teams participating in this kind of World Competition for the first time felt dizzy.
Fortunately, 4AM had players like Liu Zilang and GodV. Players like them were not nervous when faced with such a scene. Instead, their hearts were burning with passion.
Perhaps, to a certain extent, playing in a professional league was to enjoy the moment on stage.
The two of them quickly stabilized the team.
They walked steadily past the stage amidst the countless enthusiastic cheers of the audience, and walked toward the player booths that were set up as a cabin.
This time, the seats in the player booths were divided according to the region.
The three teams from Asia, 4AM, IG, and Se7en, as well as Korea's ACE, Southeast Asia's Gold, and Taiwan's AHQ were grouped together.
There were two players in each row, and there were a total of three rows.
There were exactly six teams.
This was because the tournament used the rule of elimination.
That way, the audience in the stadium and the live stream viewers would be able to get a more objective and clear judgment of the overall strength of each region based on the number of players left in each region.
In a professional FPS game, for the players from Asia, the European and American regions were undoubtedly an insurmountable mountain.
At that time, the atmosphere in the Asian region seemed to be more harmonious since they knew where their opponents were.
On the other hand, at the player booths of the European and American regions.
Strong teams like "Liquid" and "Faze" viewed each other as their biggest competitors.
Therefore, the atmosphere didn't seem so harmonious, and there was even a faint sense of hostility.
Of course, that was not the case.
For example, at the player booths of the four North American teams.
Due to the existence of these monsters from SKK.
As players from the West, they were well aware of the huge gap between them.
It was so big that in a game like PUBG, where luck was a huge factor, luck was almost negligible.
Therefore, the two teams, Slomid and Ghost, had no intention of competing with each other. They only hoped that they would not meet these jinxes in the tournament.
On the other hand, C9's Shroud sat in his chair with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees.
He did not seem to mind at all as he chatted happily with the captain of SKK, Karl.
Another quarter of an hour or so passed.
Everyone in the player booths received a notification through their earphones that the tournament would begin in five minutes. They were now going through the final confirmation of the players' peripherals.
At this time, everyone's equipment had basically been adjusted, and naturally, there would not be any problems.
Not long after, three people suddenly appeared on the Hua Xia commentary platform.
One of them was their old acquaintance, Su Changming, and the other was Lord Rong, who had commentated for the University of Jianghai's qualifiers.
The last one wore glasses and had a gentle appearance. However, the first impression that people had of him was his nose.
GodV raised his head and saw the person on the commentary platform. He was surprised.
"Eh?
Why is he commentating as well? "