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Defeat by King.
Crushing defeat.
0 to 3. Such a result was like blood staining the glaring pillar of shame, pinning a heavy and depressing page of history into the hearts of all players.
This day was destined to be the darkest and darkest day in the history of the Chinese server.
The moment the shocking 0 to 3 score appeared on the giant LCD screen, all hope was extinguished.
All that was left was despair.
SSK Team, the world's strongest team from Korea's GN region, had completely crushed the King Team in a crushing manner.
Even though the latter had tried their best to resist and counterattack, it was to no avail. They were as fragile as paper.
They had lost.
In this World Finals, the final of the World Finals had no chance with the Chinese server's LPL region.
At that time, the three commentators on the commentary platform were all speechless, unable to control the sadness and heavy emotions in their hearts. They could not even finish their sentences.
In the post-match interview, the "Circle God" Tian Tian, who was regarded as a hero by all players, could no longer control his emotions. Facing the camera and the interview microphone, he had just said "I'm sorry" when tears flowed uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry —"
He cried so hard that he could barely breathe. The number one top laner of the Chinese server, who had played amazingly well in the group stage and even the quarterfinals, could do nothing but cry and bow in apology.
The other members of King were the same.
Facing the camera, the eyes of all the members of the All Chinese team in the LPL region turned red. They bowed deeply and apologized to all the players who had placed their hopes on them. "Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work.
"I'm sorry."
It was a simple word, but it was difficult to say.
It was as heavy as a mountain.
The eyes of the local server players and viewers turned red as they watched. Their hearts ached and ached.
Many girls were sobbing uncontrollably.
They did not blame King.
Because to be able to reach this point and make it to the semifinals, King had worked hard and risked their lives. There was nothing to criticize.
But …
Just thinking about SSK's 3-0 victory over King's team was enough to make every player's heart clench in pain.
The glory of the national LPL was now covered in dust.
That heavy sense of sorrow was enough to suffocate any player on the national server.
"How, how could this be …"
At home, Su Xue's eyes were also red, and her nose was slightly sour. She murmured unwillingly.
The thousands of fans in the live streaming channel were also in a heavy and sorrowful mood. At this time, they did not know what words to use to comfort each other. It was as if any words of comfort would pale in comparison to this reality.
Lin Feng was sitting next to him and remained silent.
He pressed his lips together so hard that he almost bit his lips until they bled.
Lin Feng had already clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were digging into the flesh of his palms. However, at that moment, Lin Feng didn't seem to feel the pain at all.
He just stared at the live broadcast on the computer screen with his eyes wide open.
He looked at the 0-3 score in the distance.
He looked at the figure of Fatty crying and bowing in apology in front of the camera.
He felt his heart twitch violently.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot.
… …
With the semifinals of both groups over, the final matchups were also out.
North America's SEASN and South Korea's SSK would compete for the S5 World Championship on the weekend of next week.
The two teams were led by the world's support god, Auun, and the world's number one mid laner, F.
The battle between the two strongest Yonkō.
It could be expected that the finals would be an extremely thrilling battle.
But now, the players of the national server were in no mood to continue watching the finals.
Although the semi-finals had ended and a few days had passed, the scene of King's team being utterly defeated 0-3 was still deeply imprinted in the minds of countless local players.
The heavy and oppressive feeling still lingered.
Just like the next day at school, the students of Shisan High School were still grieving over King's crushing defeat.
In Class 7's classroom, Yang Fan, Ouyang, and the others were also sighing as they discussed yesterday's match. Their moods were incomparably gloomy.
"You really can't blame King for not playing well."
Yang Fan adjusted his glasses and sighed.
"SSK really is a little too strong …"
Ouyang's face was also full of sorrow. "Don't talk about it. I saw Yuanshen crying and apologizing on the live broadcast yesterday. I felt like I was going to die …"
As the two conversed, Ouyang suddenly noticed that Lin Feng hadn't said anything. He couldn't help but turn to look at him.
"Lin Feng?"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Lin Feng shook his head and continued to say nothing.
Ouyang didn't mind and continued to discuss yesterday's match with Yang Fan.
When the members of the esports club gathered together for practice, Ren Rou, Liu Yue, and Chen Zi all noticed Lin Feng's silence, but they didn't pay it any mind.
Because they also felt that Lin Feng probably still hadn't gotten over yesterday's loss to King Battle Team.
This was normal. Which Chinese player wasn't like this?
Just take it a little longer.
… …
But the members of the esports club were wrong.
They thought that Lin Feng wouldn't be able to stay like this for long.
But one day passed. Two days passed. Three days passed. Whether it was in class or after school, Lin Feng was quiet and silent. He didn't even have the annoying nagging and complaining that he had during the group training.
This made the members of the Esports Club, whose ears had suddenly quieted down, feel rather awkward and uncomfortable.
And so they finally realized —
Something was wrong with Lin Feng's state.
They finally began to worry, but this worry was meaningless. When they wanted to ask Lin Feng what was wrong, Lin Feng just shook his head and squeezed out a smile. "Oh, I'm fine."
Just like that, he casually brushed it off.
But …
"How can it be 'fine'?!"
When the members of the esports club gathered together in private, Ouyang grumbled angrily:
"The more he says he's fine, the more he's' fine '!"
Ren Rou couldn't help but look worried.
"But Lin Feng really hasn't been himself lately. What's going on? If he doesn't tell us, there's nothing we can do."
Liu Yue chimed in. "I thought Lin Feng was depressed because King lost, but it doesn't make sense. Even if it's because of that, there's no need for him to react this way, right?"
Chen Zi and Wei Dong nodded in agreement.
Yang Fan turned to Tang Bingyao. "Tang Tang, do you know what's going on?"
Out of everyone in the team, Tang Bingyao was the one who knew Lin Feng the best.
But Tang Bingyao shook her head.
"I don't know."
Even so, Tang Bingyao couldn't help but think about Lin Feng's state over the past two days. Her pretty brows furrowed, and she felt a little worried.
Actually … she could roughly guess a little.
She knew that Lin Feng and King's "Circle God" Tian Tian used to be close teammates.
But she couldn't really understand Lin Feng's current state of mind. She wasn't the type who was good at comforting people. She opened her mouth to ask Lin Feng a few times, but in the end, she stopped herself.
She really didn't know how to comfort Lin Feng.
Or how to comfort him?
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