The eight games on the second day of the group stage were all over. The time came to evening, and the sky of Manchester City outside the stadium was already covered with an intoxicating gorgeous sunset.
In the stadium, the spectators in the off-court auditorium got up and prepared to leave. The players and players of each club team took a step later, gathered with the greetings of their coaches and team leaders, and then took the bus back to the hotel together.
After playing the game tonight, I have to hold a meeting to review the game, analyze the gains and losses, formulate tactics and study the form of tomorrow's game; the team that just came to watch the game today can't really be idle, and I also have to hold a meeting to review the game today. The various tactical styles of the team prepare in advance for possible encounters in the future.
Everyone from the SSK club arrived at the hotel by bus, and it was not until they got out of the car and walked through the glass revolving door into the hotel lobby that Park Chanyeol had a solemn chance to meet Han Shihao after today's game.
The young chief supervisor just looked up at the absolute core captain of his own team in front of him, and the corners of his mouth evoked a smile that was not a smile:
"today?"
The question is concise, and the answer is equally straightforward:
"I have the numbers."
As if he didn't care about such an answer at all, Park Chanyeol nodded happily:
"It's good to have a few."
It's just that the young chief supervisor paused for a while, his eyes fell on the face of the world's number one mid laner of his own team in front of him, and he suddenly smiled:
"However, it's best not to fret too late."
"It's a bit too conspicuous to always wear dark circles under the eyes. I don't know how many reporters from the media are rushing to come to collect the interview situation-"
Han Shihao paused when he heard this, and then remained indifferent with a deadpan expression:
"You are responsible for blocking it."
"I'm not interested in picking it up."
According to common sense, this is by no means the attitude that a club member should have towards his own general supervisor, but Park Chanyeol just shrugged indifferently:
"clear."
"I'm the chief supervisor, isn't it just to wipe your butt for your aftermath?"
There should have been a bit of self-mockery in his tone, but looking at the handsome smiling face of this young SSK chief supervisor, it seemed that these words were completely without the slightest sarcasm, but from the sincerity without any grudges.
Han Shihao nodded indifferently and turned to leave.
But before he took a step, he was unexpectedly stopped by Park Chanyeol behind him:
"Better as soon as possible."
Such a sentence came out suddenly, with almost no clue.
Han Shihao turned his head and stared at Park Canlie with a dazzling and profound gaze. The latter still had that standard and genial smile on his face, which made it impossible for people to see through the real thoughts behind this smiling face.
So Han Shihao was silent for a moment, and finally gave his reply slowly:
"it is good."
…
As the general manager of the SSK club, Park Chanyeol, here, as the mid-single captain of his own team, Han Shihao's performance in today's game is just a few words that seem to be light.
But this matter falls elsewhere, falls on other people, but it is not so easy to pass.
Same night.
Just after the SSK players returned to the hotel and just finished a regular meeting, an unexpected guest walked directly into the meeting room.
Everyone in the SSK club looked up subconsciously and saw that the first time they came, they all hurriedly stood up and greeted:
"senior!"
"Your Excellency Daozai—"
"Your Excellency M—"
Li Daozai, who came directly to the door with his old friends, didn't care about the panic and respectful greetings of the people around him, his eyes already fell on Han Shihao:
"Come with me."
There was an irresistible majesty in his tone.
Surrounded by a group of teammates subconsciously looking at him with worried eyes, but Han Shihao seemed to be prepared for this, still stood up calmly, followed his senior and walked outside the conference room.
And then in the SSK exclusive in-house training room next door.
With M alone as the audience, the two kings of the Korean e-sports circle, old and new, had a solo match.
The process or even the result is not important.
But after such a solo was over, Li Daozai in front of the computer screen knitted his brows tightly. After a long while, he gradually relaxed. He raised his eyes and looked deeply at the person who admired him the most and handed over the inheritance. The younger generation glanced at him and nodded slowly:
"it is good."
Just a word.
But the emotions contained in it are incredibly complex.
Emotional joy and satisfaction.
But there is also a trace of loss that is extremely difficult for people to notice.
Han Shihao got up, bowed politely and respectfully to the two seniors in front of him, and then left the training room.
Only these two legends from the last generation in Korea are left in the training room.
Walking to his old friend, looking at the door of the training room that Han Shihao had closed before leaving, M spoke with relief and admiration:
"We old guys..."
"In the future, I might really be able to retire."
Lee Do-jae was silent.
After a long while, he nodded, but shook his head again:
"Not yet."
"A little bit."
…
"It's still a little hotter."
Compared with the two old rivals of the previous generation in Korea, there is no such direct and convenient way to confirm, but the legends of the previous generation in Europe who also returned to the hotel that night also directly called up the first three games of the SSK team during the day. The first-hand video recordings were watched repeatedly. After watching it, Crow was silent for a long time, and slowly gave his own evaluation and judgment.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire room suddenly relaxed and eased.
Several other European legends of the previous generation all looked relieved and relaxed.
But J still frowned and looked at Crow:
"So, he has found his way?"
Crow was silent again, his eyes fell on the screen of the laptop computer in front of him, and the faint fluorescence reflected by the screen illuminated the face of the legendary first person in Europe back then.
"Yes."
And the recognition of this sentence made the atmosphere in the room solidify a little again.
Arrow next to him showed an unbelievable look on his face:
"how is this possible-"
"Just this kid named Han..."
"Isn't it just a simple state of decline?"
When he said the last sentence, he looked at Crow a little unwillingly, as if hoping to get the approval of his opinion from the latter.
But J has already looked at Arrow coldly, and said unceremoniously:
"Do you think the same thing that only most idiots believe?"
"How did you come up with such a fluke idea?"
He blushed a little from J's words, but he didn't dare to retaliate and fight back, Arrow still couldn't help but argue for himself in embarrassment:
"But-"
"If it's true, isn't it too exaggerated, how could it be so easy..."
"Besides, just three games like this, how much can be seen."
At the end, his voice gradually weakened as Crow looked at him.
Looking at the companion in front of him calmly, watching the other party couldn't help lowering his head under his gaze, Crow's eyes showed a bit of disappointment:
"so."
"Compared to Bullet, you are indeed more than a little worse."
Arrow suddenly raised his head when he heard this, and his face showed a dissatisfied and annoyed look again:
"Why-"
J next to him said coldly:
"Just based on what you can't see, if it falls in his eyes, it's definitely enough to make the same judgment as me and Crow."
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