As the Bo3 match between the assassin team and the ssk team came to an end, the schedule of the third day of the msi mid-season invitational tournament officially came to an end.
The two qualifying places for the finals have been decided.
North America, season team.
Korea, ssk team.
When the beautiful hostess stepped onto the stage and announced the names of the two finalist teams with a microphone in hand, the applause and cheers from the audience were like thunderous, boiling endlessly, and the scene was extremely lively.
But at the same time, there were also some ordinary live players in the audience who couldn't help but murmured:
"It's season and ssk again..."
Indeed, the word "again" should be used.
Because in the world finals of the s5 season, it was the same two teams who fought for the championship trophy at the end.
In the front row of players and guests watching the game, a group of msi participating teams and other professional players who were invited looked at the ten members of the season team and the ssk team who had been invited to the stage, and they couldn't help but feel a little complicated.
One is second in the world.
One is the first in the world.
It seems that since two years ago, the top two positions in the world's professional e-sports pyramid have been contracted by f and autumn, as well as their respective teams behind them.
"in this way… "
"It's boring"
Nian Shisan, who was standing under the stage, looked at the ten members of the ssk and season teams on the stage from a distance, and sighed.
These words are naturally not blaming the two teams on the stage.
It's a self-deprecation.
Both top-tier professional players and top teams in the world are both working hard for their dream goals, but they have never been able to overcome the two mountains in front of them.
Looking up for a lifetime can make people's neck too sore.
"So, it's time to work hard."
Shi Hang, who was standing beside Nian Shisan, let out a turbid breath with a solemn tone.
Jin Shining shook his head a little heavily:
"That being said, everyone is doing hard work. Not to mention, all the teams and clubs in the LPL division of our national service this year are also working hard and training with all their strength. ?"
"In order to adapt to the new version, we really train all night long, but in terms of adaptability and other personal abilities, we are still a long way from the season and the ssk team, plus their more professional and top-notch coaching team, The difference in the effect can be seen now.”
"In the past three days of msi, these two teams are really too strong."
Although this sentence may be a bit of a blow to morale, it is also an indisputable fact.
Top personal ability.
Strong version adaptability.
Professional top coaching team.
The factors of these items are added together to form a perfect and strongest team.
In the current e-sports circle, there are two such teams. sk. easy.
Such two teams, led by their respective team captains, are like two kings standing at the top of the pyramid, crowned with glory and halo, surrounded by flowers and applause, the only opponents in each other's eyes are each other, and everything else is As if nothing.
"It's not a good feeling to be ignored as air..."
Nian Shisan licked his lips, but the sharp and sharp edge in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.
Shi Hang glanced at Jin Shining, the corners of his mouth raised a little bit:
"Lao Jin, what you said is only half right."
"Indeed, the team in our national service is also working hard now, but it is still far from the two teams on the stage now."
"But it doesn't mean that people are really too strong."
"Someone said something during the s1 season."
"If the gap is too big, of course hard work alone is not enough"
After a pause, Shi Hang grinned:
"Not enough effort."
"Then use your hard work to make up for it!"
Jin Twinkle was instantly awe-inspiring.
The few people present naturally knew who the "someone" that Shi Hang mentioned at the moment was.
At this moment, when the ten members of the ssk team and the season team stepped onto the stage, the audience burst into enthusiastic applause, screams and cheers. The captains of the two teams on the stage stood first, with a calm and natural expression.
At the same moment, in the audience seat in the front row below the stage, Lin Feng sat up a little bit and looked at the two top four emperors in the world on the arena from a distance, with a boiling flame of war burning in his eyes.
…
still the same moment
In the bathroom at the backstage of the venue, An Xin and Tang Bingyao walked out of the booth one after another, and stood in front of the sink to rinse their hands with the faucet.
The sound of water rushing.
Tang Bingyao, who was the first to clean her hands, turned around and prepared to draw a tissue to dry her palms, while An Xin, who was a little slower, also reached out and turned off the faucet. He supported the sink with his hands, and the whole person was about to fall on the cold bathroom floor.
Tang Bingyao, who heard the movement behind her, turned her head subconsciously:
"steamed stuffed bun?"
Before she finished speaking, her eyes widened in surprise:
"What's wrong with you, Baozi?"
The girl's face was full of worry and anxiety.
An Xin, who was holding the sink with her hands, forced a smile to Tang Bingyao: "It's alright, I was a little careless... I almost slipped."
As she said that, she tried her best to stand up straight again while supporting the countertop of the sink.
But just after exerting all her strength, An Xin's arm suddenly lost its strength as if she didn't want to obey.
Fortunately, Tang Bingyao quickly stepped forward to support An Xin's somewhat limp body, and was so anxious:
"This, there is nothing wrong with this!"
"Like this, let's go to the hospital!"
"Yes, hit 120!"
Just when Tang Bingyao was in a hurry and was about to take out her mobile phone and dial the number to 120 in a panic, a slender and fair palm was pressed on the back of her hand. Tang Bingyao looked at it subconsciously, and she was greeted by a pale face at the moment. An Xin's pleading gaze:
"Don't fight."
Tang Bingyao was so anxious that she was about to cry: "That steamed bun, you are like this, yes, I, I, I will call Fengzi over!"
The voice just fell, but the pale girl shook her head slightly in panic:
"No, no."
"Don't let him know that."
Tang Bingyao was completely helpless: "Then, what should I do then?"
An Xin calmed down a little, raised her chin slightly and pointed at Tang Bingyao's small backpack: "There is medicine in it, you can take it out for me, I'll just eat a little bit."
Tang Bingyao nodded quickly, and hurriedly stretched out her other hand to pull An Xin's small backpack to her hand, opened the zipper to look inside, and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice:
"Okay, a lot of medicine."
"Which bun do you want?"
The corner of An Xin's mouth, half leaning in Tang Bingyao's arms, moved, revealing a bitter and helpless arc:
"All of them."
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