The eight matches on the second day of the group stage had all ended. It was evening, and the sky above Manchester City outside the stadium was already covered with an intoxicating and gorgeous sunset.
In the stadium, the audience in the stadium got up and prepared to leave. The players of each club team were a step behind. They gathered under the instructions of their respective coaches and team leaders, and then took the bus back to the hotel together.
After the match, they still had to hold a meeting to review the match tonight, analyze the gains and losses, formulate tactics, and study the format of tomorrow's match. The teams that came just to watch the match today could not really be idle. They also had to hold a meeting to review the various tactics and styles of the teams that played today, and prepare in advance for the upcoming matches.
The members of the SSK Club arrived at the hotel by bus. It was not until they got off the bus and walked through the glass revolving door into the hotel lobby that Park Canlie finally had a chance to meet Han Shihao alone after today's match.
The young chief supervisor merely looked up at the absolute core captain of his team in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
"Today?"
The question was concise, and the answer was equally straightforward.
"I know."
Park Canlie nodded cheerfully as if he did not mind such an answer at all.
"It's good that you know."
But the young chief supervisor paused slightly at this point. His gaze fell on the face of his team's number one mid-laner in the world, and he suddenly smiled again.
"But, it's best not to stay up too late."
"It's too eye-catching to always have dark circles under your eyes. You don't know how many media reporters are fighting to interview you —"
Han Shihao paused when he heard this, and then maintained an indifferent and expressionless attitude.
"You're responsible for blocking them."
"I'm not interested."
Logically speaking, this was not the attitude a club contracted member should have toward his chief supervisor. But Park Canlie still shrugged nonchalantly.
"Understood."
"As the chief supervisor, isn't it my job to clean up after you?"
There should have been a hint of self-mockery in his tone, but looking at the good-looking smile on the young SSK chief supervisor's face, it seemed that these words did not carry the slightest hint of mockery, but came from the bottom of his heart without any ill feelings.
Han Shihao nodded indifferently and turned to leave.
But before he took a step, he was unexpectedly stopped by Park Canlie, who was behind him.
"It's best to do it as soon as possible."
Almost without a clue, such a question popped up out of nowhere.
Han Shihao turned his head and stared at Pu Canlie with a profound gaze. The latter still had a standard and genial smile on his face, making it impossible to see through his real thoughts behind that smiling face.
Han Shihao was silent for a moment before he finally gave his reply.
"Alright."
…
As the chief supervisor of the SSK Club, Park Canyeol simply brushed over Han Shihao's performance in today's matches with just a few words. He was the captain of his team's mid laner, Han Shihao.
However, if this matter had fallen on someone else, it would not have been so easy to get over it.
On the same night.
Just as the SSK players returned to the hotel and finished a simple meeting, an unexpected guest walked into the meeting room.
The members of SSK Club looked up instinctively. When they saw who it was, they immediately stood up and greeted him.
"Senior!"
"Your Excellency …"
"Your Excellency M …"
Lee Daozai, who had come to the meeting room with his old friend, did not care about the flustered and respectful greetings of the people around him. His eyes fell on Han Shihao.
"Come with me."
His tone carried an undeniable majesty.
His teammates subconsciously looked at him worriedly, but Han Shihao seemed to be prepared for this. He calmly stood up and followed his senior out of the meeting room.
Then, in the SSK Club's exclusive internal training room.
With only M as a spectator, the two kings of the Korean esports industry, the old and new generations, engaged in a solo match.
The process and the result were not important.
However, after the solo match ended, Li Daozai furrowed his eyebrows tightly in front of his computer screen. After a long while, he gradually relaxed his brows. He raised his head and cast a profound glance at the junior he admired the most, the one who had personally handed over his legacy to him. He nodded slowly.
"Okay."
It was just one word.
But the emotions contained in it were extremely complicated.
There was gratification and satisfaction.
However, there was also a trace of disappointment that was extremely hard to detect.
Han Shihao got up and bowed politely to the two seniors in front of him, then left the training room.
Only the two Korean legends of the previous generation were left in the training room.
M walked up to his old friend and looked at the training room door that had been closed by Han Shihao before he left. He said with gratification and admiration, "You're so lucky.
"We old guys …"
"In the future, we can probably retire."
Lee Daozai was silent.
After a long time, he nodded, then shook his head.
"It's not time yet."
"Just a little bit more."
…
"Just a little bit more."
Compared to the two old rivals from the previous generation in Korea, there was no direct and convenient way to confirm the results. However, the few legends from the previous generation in Europe who had also returned to their hotel room that night also pulled up the first-hand video recordings of SSK's three matches that day and watched them repeatedly. After watching them, Crow was silent for a long time before he slowly gave his evaluation and judgment.
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed.
The other European legends of the previous generation also showed a relaxed look as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.
But J still frowned and looked at Crow.
"So, he's found his way?"
Crow was silent again. His eyes fell on the laptop screen in front of him. The faint fluorescent light reflected from the screen illuminated the expression of the former European legend.
"Yes."
However, this acknowledgement caused the atmosphere in the room to freeze again.
Beside him, Arrow had a look of disbelief on his face.
"How is that possible —"
"It's this Han brat …"
"Is it really not just a simple decline in form?"
When he said the last sentence, he looked at Crow unwillingly, as if hoping to get the latter to agree with his view.
J, on the other hand, was already staring coldly at Arrow.
"It's something that only most idiots would believe. Do you think so too?"
"How can you have the nerve to say such a fluke?"
J's words made Arrow's face turn red, but he didn't dare to fight back. Arrow couldn't help but argue for himself.
"But —"
"If it's true, isn't it too exaggerated? How could it be so easy …"
"Besides, it's just three matches. How much can we see?"
At the end of his sentence, his voice gradually weakened as Crow looked at him.
Crow calmly looked at his companion in front of him. Seeing that his companion couldn't help but lower his head under his gaze, Crow's eyes revealed a look of disappointment.
"That's why.
"Compared to Bullet, you're not just a little bit worse."
Arrow suddenly raised his head, his face once again showing an unconvinced and angry look.
"Why —"
Next to him, J coldly said:
"Based on what you can't see, if he saw it, it would be enough for him to come to the same conclusion as me and Crow."
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