Everyone had their own secrets, or in other words, things that they needed to keep and were unwilling to share with others easily.
For pro teams, when facing all sorts of opponents, they would always reserve a trump card as a trump card. They would wait until the most crucial moment to use it to kill the enemy.
For pro players, before they could share the joy of breaking through to a higher realm with their teammates, they would also need to rely on themselves to endure the torturous period before breaking through the bottleneck.
Perhaps it was also like Nian Thirteen, who was the jungler of the Assassin Club and the core and soul of the entire team. Even when he was under great pressure and burden, he needed to endure it himself. Even if he was defeated in the end, when all his teammates could not stop crying, he could only grit his teeth and bear all the bitterness and grievances by himself.
Even in the face of an old friend like Nian Thirteen, he only laughed and joked as if it was nothing.
How much weight and darkness had he endured behind his back, but he did not easily show it to others.
Or perhaps it was like the girl who grew up with him.
Under that tender and beautiful smile, were there also countless secrets and stories buried?
It was difficult to find out.
Or perhaps people knew something, but did not know where to ask.
Then perhaps he could only quietly take a step back.
He maintained a respectful distance.
Try to understand those things, even if it was difficult to understand, and understand the difficulties and reasons that the other party might not be willing to speak.
Back in his room, Lin Feng lay on the bed, holding his phone in a daze as he stared at the lit screen. When he came to his senses, he saw the line of words he had written in the chat window.
"If there's anything, you can let me know."
Then he lowered his head.
Silence.
He deleted and undeleted the line of words one by one. In the end, he only typed two words on the touchscreen keyboard and sent.
"Good night."
A moment later, the phone screen lit up, and the girl who grew up with him replied.
"Good night."
There was a winking emoji at the end of the message.
As always.
Nian Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief and put down his phone. Maybe … this was good enough.
…
It was the morning of the second day.
When the morning sun shone into the room through the window, the members of the various Clubs stretched lazily and rubbed their sleepy eyes as they yawned, trying their best to wake themselves up. Finally, they came to a sudden realization that the nearly week-long group stage had finally come to an end.
Of the sixteen teams in the finals, eight had already been eliminated.
As for the other eight —
The groups would be determined through the drawing of lots this morning, and the next round of the more intense elimination matches for the top eight would begin.
After everyone from the LPL division washed up, they went to the lobby downstairs of the hotel and prepared to head to Milton Stadium to draw lots. They happened to see the members of the Assassin Club in front of the lobby.
On the other hand, the members of the Hitman Squad that he saw today had already packed up their luggage and were ready to leave.
The players from the three LPL clubs went up to greet them. They hugged and bade farewell to the Assassin Team members they were on good terms with.
Nian Thirteen came to Lin Feng and the others.
He looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Let's go."
Shi Hang felt a little uncomfortable and coughed.
"Mm, have a safe journey —"
The corner of Huangxue Nightsong's mouth twitched.
"Hey, if it's between us, there's no need to hug or anything, right?"
Nian Thirteen rolled his eyes. "Nonsense, who are you trying to show off? If you're in the mood, think about how you're going to fight in the top eight —"
The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and natural again.
"Be reasonable, all three of your LPL clubs entered the top eight this year. There's a good chance that you'll be grouped together today …" Nian Thirteen looked back and forth at Huangxue Nightsong and the others. "Tsk tsk, if you're not careful and get grouped together, you'll be the ones crying."
Huangxue Nightsong's face darkened. "Hey, can't you say something nice before you leave?"
Shi Hang stood on the same side and nodded. "That's right, don't jinx it!"
"Being obedient is useful." Nian Thirteen curled his lips. "Anyway, do your best. You're one step ahead of us Assassins. Just don't fall in the top eight after just getting out of the group stage. If you fall so quickly, I'll wait for you at the airport for a while. Who knows, we might even be on the same flight together."
Both Huangxue Nightsong and Shi Hang rolled their eyes at the same time.
"F * ck!"
"F * ck off, who's on the same flight as you? Hurry up and go back, we won't be seeing you off!"
After the banter, everyone became a little more serious.
Nian Thirteen looked at Morning Star and Huangxue Nightsong.
"I'm waiting to see you guys win the championship this year. You're in the same group, after all. If you guys win the championship, it'll be more glorious for us to lose."
Morning Star smiled.
"Don't worry.
"We won't embarrass Team D."
Then, Nian Thirteen turned his gaze to Tian Tian and raised his eyebrows. "I was going to say that The-Sword would be a threat to you, but it seems that your KG should thank our Hitman for helping you defeat Minx in advance."
Although it was a joke, Tian Tian still nodded seriously.
"Yes."
"It's all thanks to you guys."
Finally, Nian Thirteen glanced at Shi Hang from the corner of his eyes. "Quick Water's luck is really amazing this year … It's best if you're lucky enough to draw for the quarterfinals today. Who knows, you might really make it to the semifinals without any problems —"
Shi Hang was all smiles. "Sigh, I'll be counting on your blessings then."
They chatted like this one by one.
In the end.
Nian Thirteen paused slightly.
And then everyone quietened down.
Shaking his head, Nian Thirteen looked at the LPL players again and shrugged. "It's about time."
Morning Star looked at Nian Thirteen and said slowly with a solemn expression,
"Take care."
For the professional esports players who belonged to different divisions, no matter how good their personal relationship was, because of their busy training and competition schedules, they still could only meet each other in a few international competitions.
Therefore …
This was their farewell.
The next time they met would be at least half a year after the new season.
Nian Thirteen waved his hand casually.
"Don't worry.
"You guys work hard and finish this season's finals. Our Assassins are just a step ahead —
"Later, I'll be waiting for you in the new season."
Upon finishing.
The number one jungler of the Assassins Team LMS laughed at everyone.
"Alright, goodbye everyone!"
Then he turned around and strode away.
Behind him were the figures of the LPL division standing solemnly, watching Nian Thirteen leave.
…
At nine o 'clock in the morning.
Milton Stadium, Manchester City.
The players from the eight clubs arrived on time and gathered together.
Countless cameras were focused on them. In the official live-streaming rooms of major domestic and foreign live-streaming platforms, millions of players were already waiting impatiently.
The second round of the S6 World Finals was the quarterfinals.
The groups were drawn.
Begin.
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