Separated by tens of thousands of miles, the absence of family and friends would always make one uncontrollable homesickness in a foreign country.
And at such a time, to be able to eat home-style food was the best kind of spiritual and physical comfort.
"That's true …"
"But how many days have you been in the UK?"
In a hot pot restaurant in China City, the atmosphere was lively and noisy. The hall was a festive red, and almost every table was full of customers. They were all familiar Chinese and Oriental faces, and also mainly young students. An Xin, sitting at a square table in the corner, glanced at someone opposite.
That's true.
He had been abroad for half a year, so he would have the so-called homesickness and hope to eat home-style food.
And how long have you been here?
Can't stand it on the first day?
But Lin Feng still said with conviction, "Anyway, nothing can compare to hot pot!"
Just one sentence and it was over.
Then he raised his hand to the waiter, took the menu and began to order excitedly. Speaking of which, even when he was in China a few days ago, he did not have time to eat a good meal for himself. After all, his mind and energy were busy with the Gold Spear Cup and the training of the three teams, plus he had been worried about the situation in Manchester City … Someone felt that he had not weighed himself with a scale. He had not taken good care of his diet recently and probably lost a lot of weight.
An Xin poured cold water on the other side.
"Be careful not to eat yourself too much like Ah Tian."
What would Lin Feng look like at two hundred pounds?
Anyway, at this time, someone did not care about this possible future at all, completely ignoring the words of the girl opposite him. He opened his mouth and ordered a lot of dishes. To take care of the girl's body, he ordered a double duck pot, and a variety of vegetables and fish …
The waiter left with the menu.
Then he had to wait for a while for the pot to be served. While waiting, Lin Feng looked around the hall and could not help but exclaim:
"Oh, there are so many people here."
"Hey, it seems that not only China people, there are also many foreigners."
Sitting opposite, An Xin also looked around and nodded: "Well, China City has always been very lively, and in recent years, Chinese food, hot pot and so on have become more and more popular in the UK —"
While they were chatting casually, they heard a cry of surprise from another table not far away.
"Wow, the LPL team seems to be setting off tonight."
"It's our Ling Chen, right?"
"It's a 12-hour flight. Doesn't that mean we'll only arrive at noon tomorrow? We still have to adjust for the time difference …"
"It's fine. They've arrived a day or two ahead of time. They can take the time to rest and adjust themselves before the finals."
"This year … I hope I can put in more effort!"
The voice could not be heard clearly in the noisy atmosphere of the hall, but words like "LPL" and "finals" could still be heard clearly. Lin Feng turned around and glanced at the source of the voice.
"Eh, it's a local server player."
Sitting at the table where the voices were coming from were a few guys and girls who obviously looked like college students. After eating hotpot, they were taking a break and chatting enthusiastically with their phones.
Someone stroked his chin.
"So the time has been brought forward …"
"I thought they would depart tomorrow morning," Zhang Heng said.
The training and preparation lasted for three days in Shanghai.
It was supposed to end last night. According to the original itinerary, the players of the three LPL clubs were supposed to rest for a whole day today and set off for Manchester City in England tomorrow morning.
But now it seemed that the schedule had been changed and moved forward by half a day.
"It's good to come earlier."
An Xin agreed. "The guy at the next table is right. If we come earlier, we'll have more time to adjust to the time difference. After all, even if it's the group stage, it's still very dangerous if we can't adjust to our best condition."
Lin Feng thought for a moment and nodded.
"That makes sense."
"This year's group stage is probably going to be fiercer than in previous years …"
Although the three teams in the LPL division were in an unprecedentedly good state this year, the teams from other divisions were also not bad and stronger than in previous years.
A few years ago …
They were nothing more than veteran teams from various divisions, old faces, and old opponents.
But this year, disregarding everything else, just the number of heaven-defying rookies that had appeared in the North American, European, and Korean regions was already quite high. For example, Blade from North America, Nate from Europe, all of them had the qualifications to directly challenge the Seven Kings. As for Korea, there was no need to even mention them. Every year, they would suddenly appear in the finals, shocking the entire world.
Apart from these newcomers, the old players in this year's finals were also terrifyingly strong.
More importantly, there were a lot of them.
Although the so-called "Yonkō" and "Seven Kings" stood at the top of the pyramid, there were always only a few people with the title of "Emperor". But in the ranks of the "Seven Kings", there had actually been a few rounds of quietly changing over the course of a few seasons.
The newly promoted Seven Kings were like Tian Tian in the last season.
But the old Seven Kings …
Even if they were replaced by the latecomers, they were still absolutely not to be underestimated.
So some people on the Internet had previously lamented that as the season went on, it was estimated that the number of former Seven Kings would increase, and the number of new and old top players would be enough to fill the entire finals.
Of course, it was not that exaggerated at the moment.
But in this year's S6 finals, there were already eight or nine Seven Kings, and there were even a few who were slightly weaker but had reached the threshold of Seven Kings.
It was quite lively.
This year's finals were destined to be extremely intense and exciting from the first round of the group points competition.
But at the same time, it was destined that this year's finals would not be easy for any team in any division.
If the LPL division wanted to fight their way out, they really could not afford to relax at any time.
He had to adjust his condition to the best possible state.
…
The students at the next table seemed to have rested enough after finishing their hotpot. They were about to pay the bill and leave when a girl suddenly made a suggestion.
"Hey, since there's no class in the afternoon, why don't we go to an internet cafe and queue?"
This suggestion immediately made the eyes of the girl's other companions lit up.
"Good idea!"
"There are two internet cafes next door, we can do that."
"The local server's lag is a little high, it's probably not comfortable to play. Let's queue in the European server!"
A wave of enthusiastic agreement rang out.
An Xin's eyes lit up when she heard the voices from the other side of the table. "Hey, there's an internet cafe next door. Why don't we go and play later?"
"Huh?" Lin Feng froze for a moment. "But didn't you say we were going to your school and your place in the afternoon?"
An Xin shook her head. "What's there to see at school? We can go whenever we want."
Someone mumbled, "But we can go to the internet cafe whenever we want …"
The girl raised an eyebrow at a certain someone. "What? You're afraid you'll embarrass yourself if you don't feel well?"
It was too obvious a method of provocation.
So, a certain someone slammed the table and stood up abruptly.
"Let's go!
I'll show you how strong I am now! "
His tone was impassioned.
The girl rolled her eyes again. "Idiot … finish your hotpot first."
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