Late at night.
There was still an endless stream of traffic on the streets of Shanghai, but the number of pedestrians on the road had decreased significantly. The street lamps on both sides of the street shone down a soft yellow light, gradually illuminating the night.
The road lights shone through the car windows like a tide.
It also cast a soft and dim silhouette of Lin Feng's face as he sat in the backseat of the taxi.
The light was so soft that it wasn't glaring.
However, Lin Feng still slowly closed his eyes as if he was resting. He was trying to get rid of the tipsy feeling from eating supper and drinking. It was also as if he was trying to recall everything that had happened that night.
For example, the fierce hug between him and Eleven when they reunited after a long time.
For example, Shi Hang's firm and decisive "I don't know, but I want to try" at the dinner table.
Or …
When everything tonight came to an end, Senior No. 1, for the first time, looked at their instructions and orders with a sharp gaze, which was something that was rarely seen.
"Since you're back —"
"Then this time, don't leave with regrets."
The dim yellow road lights fell softly on Lin Feng's face, illuminating his slender and soft eyelashes. His closed eyelids trembled slightly at this moment, and his hands subconsciously tightened on the leather seat beside him.
Senior No. 1's last words.
He could clearly feel the weight of it without any effort.
It was a solemn and solemn request.
It was a request full of ardent expectations.
It was as if a heavy burden had been placed on his shoulders. Whether it was for himself or to not let down the expectations and hopes of his most respected seniors, he had to choose to bear this responsibility without hesitation.
What … don't leave with regrets?
Senior No. 1's last words at the moment of parting weren't completely clear.
But whether it was Lin Feng or Li Shiyi, they both knew the true meaning of these words.
For them.
Even for the entire professional esports circle.
In the history of the Chinese League of Legends, there was only one greatest regret — —
"Championship …"
Leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, Lin Feng muttered in a soft voice as if he was unconscious.
These few words were too ordinary, but not ordinary at the same time. It was as if they had the most magical power. Even if it was just in his mind, he couldn't help but feel the impulse of blood boiling, as if his whole body was about to be ignited.
The national server.
It had been too long since they had been short of an S Series world champion.
The people of the country had waited for far too long.
The professional esports players of the national server had been fighting for it for far too long.
"Why can't I get it?"
"Motherf * cker, I've already tried so hard, why can't I take it down, boohoo —"
Once upon a time, he was a main player of an unknown LPL team. During a night snack, he drank too much with his teammates. He slammed the table fiercely as if he was complaining or questioning. In the end, he completely lost his composure and cried bitterly while hugging a bottle of wine.
That scene was secretly recorded by a netizen who was also eating supper at a stall and posted it on Tieba forums. No one mocked or criticized them. The netizens who were supposed to be the most active or sharp-tongued netizens seemed to be completely silent at that moment.
It was heavy and silent.
The scene in the video had a seemingly comical bitterness to it.
That was not the bitterness of a single person.
It was the heaviest and most oppressive pain in the entire server.
…
When he opened his eyes again, Lin Feng's gaze fell on the rapidly disappearing street view through the window.
The shadows cast by the road lights changed as the taxi sped forward. The scene reflected in her eyes also seemed to flicker and jump.
I'm almost home.
Lin Feng leaned forward slightly and called out to the driver in the driver's seat.
"Sir.
Turn left at the intersection ahead.
It's closer through the alleyway. "
The old Shanghainese driver replied cheerfully in a Shanghai accent. He didn't forget to praise Lin Feng. "Little bro, you're really familiar with this road ~"
Lin Feng smiled.
When it came to taking a taxi, there was always a shortcut.
But in the esports arena, when everyone was aiming for the world championship trophy, there were no shortcuts.
Lin Feng's smile faded. The last scene of their parting flashed through his mind.
After saying that last sentence, No. 1's gaze fell on Li Shiyi.
"So, have you really thought it through?"
His tone was meaningful.
Li Shiyi's body trembled. Then, as if he had finally been enlightened, he took a deep breath and nodded. His gaze was firm as he looked at No. 1.
"I've thought it through."
No. 1 smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction and gratification.
"Good."
"Then for the next few days, you'll be following me."
Lin Feng, who was listening on the side, was a little stunned. Li Shiyi, on the other hand, seemed to have expected this. He didn't look surprised at all. Instead, he stood up with a solemn expression and bowed deeply to Number One.
"Then …"
"Thank you for your hard work, Senior!"
He bowed solemnly.
No. 1, who was sitting firmly in front of the table, gladly accepted it. Beside him, No. 3 and No. 5 didn't seem surprised at all. They just watched the scene with smiles on their faces.
Sometimes …
As seniors, they still had to put in more effort to help the younger generations of the new generation.
…
He retracted his thoughts.
Lin Feng's gaze was still looking out the window, but there was a complicated look in his eyes.
Eleven …
He left with No. 1 and the others.
Of course, it was only a temporary departure.
In fact, this was also the best choice. Although he had successfully brought Eleven back after the incident at Mountain Internet Cafe, what came next wasn't something he could handle with his current strength.
When it came to face slapping, even if it was an LSPL team like Mountain Mountain, Lin Feng could rely on his own strength to do it.
But the problem now …
This was the problem Li Shiyi would face after returning to his new team.
With his current strength, he was indeed far from his peak. To put it bluntly, he was still a distance away from most of the current second and third-rate professional players in the country.
In this kind of situation, he might not even be much stronger than Dou Zi and Kamiya Saka in Lin Feng's team.
Not to mention, if the team wanted to fight their way back into the pro scene in the future …
His current level was far from enough to be Lin Feng's most reliable jungler in the past.
So he needed to improve his strength again.
To get back to his former state.
Lin Feng had a certain amount of experience in this area. He had also taught his friends in the school's eSports Association in high school, including Tang Bingyao, who was personally taught by him.
But …
With this level of teaching, it was enough to teach ordinary players.
But when the target was Li Shiyi …
It was far from enough.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that in the entire professional esports circle, the only people who had the ability and qualifications to teach Li Shiyi back to his former state in the shortest possible time were No.1, No.3, and No.5.
Lin Feng's eyes flashed. He couldn't help but feel a little excited and expectant when he thought of the last words No.1 had left him.
Before leaving.
In the end, Number One casually left behind these words.
"One and a half months at most."
"At that time …"
"I'll give you a brand new Eleven."
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