In the afternoon in London, the rain subsided.
And the country is still late at night.
The final result from Wembley Arena in London seemed to have a lag, and it took a long time before it finally exploded like a bomb among League of Legends players around the world.
The whole network vibrated.
Numerous related topic posts and news reports have completely blasted major social media platforms.
The staff of the major e-sports media worked overtime all night to rush out the articles, and countless shocking headlines attracted attention—
"Shock! The SSK tiebreaker, the trickster, dominates the audience! 》
"3 to 2, the life and death of LCK's strongest team reversed, and the undefeated dynasty continued! 》
"God - the hand of God, finally defeated before the real God. 》
"When the god-level Ryze meets the legendary LeBlanc, the battle between green leaves and red flowers. 》
"Who else can stop Han Shihao! 》
"The pattern of the Four Emperors and Seven Kings will be broken from now on, and the new pattern of the future e-sports circle will be analyzed in detail! 》
"Where is the future of LPL? 》
Among them, the players and netizens in the European and American Taiwan servers and the wild card competition area are naturally just watching the excitement and marvel at such an unpredictable and surprising result.
And Korean net players fans have already started a grand celebration carnival.
In contrast -
In the LPL division of the national service, there is only silence.
It was a dead silence that really made people feel heart palpitations, as if it was so heavy and depressed that even the air would freeze for it, and it no longer had the slightest vitality.
And under such a silent atmosphere like a pool of stagnant water...
It seems that there are more dangerous storms of negative emotions that are piling up and slowly brewing.
Fujian Province, Nanzhou City, Lecheng Internet Cafe.
Xia Ziyou's eyes were already red from crying, and she kept reaching out to wipe her tears, sobbing:
"Why... it's all lost-"
"Obviously it's almost a win, and it's almost a championship."
These words expressed the thoughts of other players and guests in the Internet cafe hall. A regular Internet cafe visitor who looked like a college student gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the computer table next to him, making a loud "bang". It makes people feel pain for that fist:
"Grass!"
Mu Qiu, who is an Internet cafe network manager, raised his eyes and looked over:
"Hey, take it away."
"You will lose money if you break it."
The student guest blushed and said with a thick neck: "If it breaks, I will pay! I am so rich!"
Mu Qiu met the other's angry gaze with a cold expression:
"Put that away too."
"If you smash ten or eight tables, you can help God win the championship or what?"
The student guest was suffocated, and then bowed his head in a slump:
"I just can't get over it, my heart is jammed-"
At this time, some of the guests who had been in the crowd in front of the LCD screen in the competition area had already turned their heads and were about to leave, but were hurriedly stopped by their companions:
"Hey, why, isn't it supposed to stay overnight?"
The guest who was stopped did not turn his head and left a muffled sentence:
"Fuck all night!"
"God has lost, playing with wool."
"It's boring, I'll quit this game!"
The other Internet cafe guests looked at each other with a heavy look on their faces. Some of the guests who looked at the age were also shaking their heads and sighing:
"That's right, it's really boring to fight like this."
"I'm an old player who entered the pit at the end of S2. I have waited for the LPL world championship for so many years. I thought I could wait for it this year."
"It happens every year, one disappointment after another."
"There is no champion this year. This game is almost cool in China."
"Me too. I've been in college and now I work in the society. What dream... I've almost wiped it out. It's time to return to reality in the future."
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Mu Qiu looked at the backs of his Internet cafe guests leaving one after another, but there was no change in expression on his face, only the gaze in his eyes turned slightly cold.
Next to Xia Ziyou finally stopped sobbing, sniffed, and looked up at Mu Qiu:
"Are you going back to work?"
Mu Qiu took a deep breath, and said something that even he himself had never thought of:
"Not urgent."
"If you're okay, play two qualifying games with me."
Xia Ziyou's eyes widened in surprise when she heard this:
"Eh?"
…
Fujian Province, a small town next to Xiamen City.
Inside the softly lit convenience store, the eyes of several junior high school boys were all red.
It is also unacceptable that God's team ultimately lost.
After all, he was only one step away from the championship, but was overturned by the opponent's Korean team in the final tiebreaker. Such a blow is extremely huge and heavy for any die-hard LPL fan player.
Zhou Mo looked at the children in front of him worriedly, and wanted to say something to comfort him.
And Zhang Xin suddenly wiped away the tears on his face and stood up:
"Walk!"
Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhang Xin:
"where to?"
Zhang Xin pursed his lips: "Internet cafe!"
After answering this sentence, he looked at the other little friends, and his expression became extremely solemn:
"God lost, we LPL can't admit defeat!"
"It's just... a failure today! There's a new season to come!"
"We also work hard to improve ourselves. After another year or two, when the level is enough, we will sign up for the youth training!"
As he said that, he gritted his teeth, with the flame of fighting spirit in his eyes:
"If it doesn't work in one year, then another year."
"As long as we work hard—"
"The championship will be ours one day!"
The words of young people always seem a little childish. If you want to study the probability of a professional player among ordinary players, the difficulty of upgrading from passers-by to youth players, and even the long-term championship trophy, it will be easy. It was concluded that such a statement was nothing more than an unrealistic dream.
But with Zhang Xin's words, the eyes of the other friends lit up one by one, and they also stood up:
"it is good!"
"Overnight tonight, I'm going to Platinum One!"
"God is playing well and we can't be behind!!"
Several junior high school boys encouraged each other and patted each other's shoulders. Zhang Xin turned to look at Zhou Mo:
"Brother Mo, then let's go first."
Zhou Mo looked at Zhang Xin and several other friends, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded:
"come on."
Several teenagers left in a hurry, and the running figures were continuously elongated under the street lights on the street.
Looking at the backs of the young people leaving, Zhou Mo's eyes flashed with warmth, then lowered his head, looked at his palm, and clenched it gently.
…
Wembley Arena, players' lounge.
The staff were still doing the final tidying up. God's team members sat dazedly on the chairs in the lounge, bowed their heads, and said nothing.
The atmosphere is oppressive.
Hearing a soft sound, the door of the lounge was pushed open.
Number one came in.
Everyone in the room, including several God team members, subconsciously looked up at No. 1 who entered the room:
"senior-"
No. 1 glanced casually at everyone in the room, and then said:
"rest assured."
"I'm not here to comfort you."
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