On the stage, the five main players of the SSK team worked together to hold the champion's Summoner trophy under the shooting of countless flash shots.
The applause was deafening again, resounding through the dome of Wembley Arena.
SSK's dynastic rule remains.
This year, each competition area tried to challenge the majestic team of the Korean hegemony, and once again all fell to the ground.
Several members of the God team quietly walked off the stage and returned to their backcourt area in the hot atmosphere of the audience chanting the name of the SSK team.
The coaches, team leaders, and staff members of the club came up to greet them, wanting to hug and pat their shoulders to comfort them, but they watched several of their own players stop again and opened their mouths, their mouths full of bitterness and they didn't know where to start.
The atmosphere is quiet and heavy.
Dawn Morning Star raised his head, his eyes swept across the faces of everyone in front of him, then slowly bent down and bowed deeply:
"sorry-"
Behind him were the other four God team members, including Huang Xue Yege, all bowed deeply at this moment, unable to afford it for a long time.
Everyone only felt that their eyes were swollen and hot, and their noses were so sour as if tears were about to fall out.
Leader Zhang, the chief leader of the God Club, snorted fiercely, stepped forward to lift Dawn Morning Star up, and patted the opponent's shoulder heavily:
"Nothing to apologize for."
"You guys have done a good job, you didn't lose face to our club or LPL!"
Everyone else nodded vigorously:
"Yes! No shame at all!"
"Apart from us, what other team in the world can push SSK to the level just now?"
"We almost won! Really, this is the most explosive BO5 I've ever seen!"
"God is awesome!"
"It's all good!"
Huang Xue Yege raised her head, her eyes turned red, she reached out and wiped her face fiercely, as if to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"I understand the truth-"
"But it's... very unwilling."
The crowd fell silent again.
Yes.
Who would be willing to accept such a result
BO5 reached the final tiebreaker. Rune Mage Ryze, who was the ace at the bottom of the box, was almost destined to seal a victory, and his dream of breaking the SSK dynasty was just around the corner... But at the last moment, it was broken like a bubble.
At this time, Dawn Chenxing slowly got up, and when he heard the words of his teammates, he shook his head and looked towards the direction where several SSK players were holding the cup.
"It's useless to be unwilling."
"In the last game, the gap... is too big."
Just like what the SSK mid-single captain who walked in front of him said to him when the two teams shook hands on stage just now—
It might have been a little bit worse at first.
But after the fifth game, this "a little bit" is already the difference between heaven, earth, cloud and mud.
At this time, the number one and a few people also came over, and Dawn Chenxing looked at it and bowed slowly again:
"senior."
"You are disappointed."
No. 1 looked at the morning star in front of him and shook his head:
"no need to say sorry."
"You guys played very well today, neither losing nor losing."
"only-"
Speaking of which, No. 1 also paused, showing a rare sigh:
"It's someone... winning is prettier than you."
…
After winning the cup, the SSK team members stepped down to the cheers of the audience.
Back in the backcourt area, other coaches, leaders and staff members of the SSK club came up ecstatically to hug and celebrate with their own players.
In an atmosphere of joy, Han Shihao turned to look at a corner.
The young general manager of the club is still leaning against the wall lazily:
"Well done."
"It's a bit late. Your Excellency Daozai and Senior M have left beforehand, but don't worry, I've asked for the credit for you and them—"
After speaking, Park Canlie paused for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Han Shihao, the corners of his mouth curled up:
"It seems that Goddess of Luck is really on your side."
"The last..."
"You won the bet, how do you feel now?"
Han Shihao looked at Park Canlie in front of him and calmly said:
"I figured it out."
Um
The young general manager of the club raised his eyebrows slightly and made a gesture of listening intently.
"I'm not like you."
Han Shihao shook his head unexpectedly:
"What you pursue is the fresh stimulation brought by constant challenges. Once you have achieved achievements, you are no longer interested, and your eyes will always only focus on those things that can bring you freshness."
Park Chanyeol narrowed his eyes: "Oh, so what?"
Han Shihao looked at Park Chanyeol calmly:
"So, you might be a great coach, a supervisor, but not a qualified professional esports player."
"You don't care about winning or losing a game or two."
"Don't even care about the world championship trophy you've already won and go for more."
"but I am not."
Han Shihao looked at Park Canlie, but there seemed to be a burning flame in his calm tone:
"I care."
"I still want the championship trophy that I have won, this year, the next next year, and the next next year."
"I don't want to lose as long as I'm in a game."
"Big or small, all victories..."
"I want them all."
…
In the backcourt area where everyone in the God Club is located, the players, players and coaches are already quietly packing up.
Looking towards the front of the stage, you can see that the audience in the live auditorium has also got up and prepared to leave one after another.
This year's World Finals...
It finally came to an end.
After the annual top carnival feast, the heat in the venue gradually dissipated, and compared with the frenzied and hot atmosphere not long ago, it gradually showed a bit of deserted meaning.
Especially in the eyes of losers.
Chu Fangnan came to No. 1 and others, and said in a heavy tone:
"The domestic side... I have already received the news here."
"So now, there is no other wiggle room."
The first few people were silent.
Naturally, they already knew about this situation early on, but now that the reality is in front of them, it still makes people feel uncomfortable for a while.
No. 3 waved his hand a little irritably:
"It's... just a little bit of luck."
No. 4 adjusted his glasses and smiled bitterly:
"It's people who have more luck than us."
Chu Fangnan's gaze turned to No. 1, who reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose, showing a rare trace of faint exhaustion:
"This way... the form is also clear."
"Leave the luck and expectations aside, from now on—"
"Every battle, we can't lose."
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