The two female commentators, Mo Sheng, Fei Yan, Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, and Li Shiyi, who were also on the same flight, were seated at the back of the cabin.
Even though Old Mi and Lin Feng had put down their luggage and sat down, the two Chinese commentators couldn't sit still. They stretched their necks and tried to look forward, hoping to eavesdrop on the conversation between Lin Feng and Old Mi.
After trying for a long time and failing, the two commentators could only give up regretfully and sit back down.
However, Mo Sheng's gaze was still fixed on the seats in front of her.
"Hey … I can't hear you …"
"Bro Mi is such a jerk! He knows it himself, but he doesn't want to share it with us! "
She turned her head and stared at Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, and Li Shiyi.
"You guys should know, right?"
Ceng Rui and Tang Bingyao shook their heads in unison.
When Li Shiyi noticed Mo Sheng glaring at him, he quickly raised his hands in surrender. "I know … But there are some things that I can't say …"
He honestly explained his helplessness.
Mo Sheng pursed her lips.
"Fine … If you don't want to say it, then forget it."
She didn't force Li Shiyi.
Fei Yan couldn't help but look at the seats in front of her curiously. "I wonder what they're talking about …"
Ceng Rui hurriedly smiled.
"It shouldn't be anything."
"They're probably just reminiscing about the past."
Mo Sheng frowned and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "It's fine if it's you, Shiyi … After all, you were almost 20 years old five years ago. But Lin Feng's age doesn't seem right. He was only in middle school when he was in S1. How can a middle school kid compete? Sigh … Was he as good as he is now? "
Li Shiyi, Ceng Rui, and Tang Bingyao looked at each other and nodded vaguely.
"Yeah …"
"More or less."
… …
At that moment, Old Mi coincidentally asked the question he was most concerned about.
"So, how's your recovery?"
"Normally, after a professional player retires, their skill level will drop a lot. However, you're able to help train with the three teams in the LPL. You should be recovering well, right?"
Lin Feng nodded.
"Not bad."
"It's still a little worse than back then, but … it shouldn't be that much worse."
Old Mi's eyes lit up as if he suddenly thought of something. "Oh, right! I've heard recently that our God's Star Emperor, Morning Star, is about to break through his bottleneck … Is this true? "
Internal news naturally had to be confirmed by the insider as soon as possible.
Lin Feng didn't try to hide anything from Old Mi.
"Yes."
"It should be soon. Only the last layer of window paper is left."
"Great! Then we're going to have one more emperor! "Old Mi suddenly realized what Lin Feng meant and said," That should be … "
After understanding Old Mi's meaning, a certain someone nodded and admitted to it.
"Oh, I guess so. I've been training with Ah Xing to get a feel for him. I think I've helped him a little …"
Old Mi slapped his thigh excitedly.
"That's what I said!"
"Otherwise, why would our Star Emperor be so close to breaking through after being stuck at the Seven Kings realm for so many years? You're definitely a big help! — — It just so happens that all three teams in the LPL are doing extremely well this year. Also, didn't you say that SSK's F team is having some form issues? If the biggest obstacle in our way is removed, our chances of winning the championship this year will be very high! "
In the end, it was still that "seeing is believing" principle.
In the recently concluded group stage, SSK's performance in Group A wasn't as good as in previous years. Especially the mid-laner captain, F- Han Shihao's personal condition was obvious to everyone.
Even the calm and collected Old Mi, the leading commentator of the Chinese server, couldn't help but feel excited. He believed that SSK and the world's number one player, the leader of the Yonkō (Four Emperors), had encountered some kind of problem in the singles arena.
And among them …
Putting aside the "evidence" that they had seen with their own eyes, perhaps most people, including Old Mi, had another kind of wishful thinking in their hearts.
Because SSK's domineering and invincible domination of the esports scene had left too much of a shadow in their hearts.
Now, when they saw that the world's strongest team seemed to have some sort of problem, they couldn't help but hope that what they saw was the truth.
But …
What they saw on the surface was often not the truth.
Lin Feng lowered his eyes. He didn't want to spoil Old Mi's mood at this time, or perhaps some things were too difficult to explain to Old Mi at this time. So, he only replied vaguely.
"Hmm, I hope so …"
At this time, the plane was finally about to take off. The low roar of the engine could be heard from outside the cabin, and the scenery outside the window gradually receded.
Old Mi lowered his head and fastened his seatbelt. He sighed.
"Actually, as a commentator, I should adjust my mentality to be more objective and neutral."
"I know."
"But …"
"I really can't help it."
"I know that being overly optimistic will put a lot of pressure on the three LPL teams, but it hasn't been easy to get this far this year. It hasn't been easy for the entire esports scene from S1 to where we are now."
"Finally … there's hope again …"
"It really makes me wish that time could go faster. I wish I could see the moment when we lift the championship trophy."
Lin Feng, who was sitting next to him, said sincerely.
"But we still can't be impatient.
This is just the end of the group stage. We have to take things one step at a time. "
Old Mi regained his composure. He nodded solemnly when he heard Lin Feng's words.
"Yes."
"We can't be impatient."
"We have to take things one step at a time!"
…
That evening, the group arrived in Paris, the capital of France. When the night was about to fall, they arrived at the hotel where the three teams in the LPL region were staying.
Everyone met up again.
After a simple dinner, Lin Feng and the others were dragged to the training room upstairs by the impatient Huangxue Nightsong, Shi Hang, Shadow Puppet, Tian Tian, and Morning Star.
"Let's go. Why are you guys so late?"
"We've been training for the whole afternoon!"
"Venue? Oh, I went this morning. It's basically fine! "
"Come, come, there's still enough time tonight. Let's hurry up and practice a few more rounds. We only have tomorrow!"
Thus, the entire night was spent in high-intensity training matches.
At the end of the group training, Lin Feng and Morning Star deliberately made some time to play a few more solo matches.
Their goal was not to win.
After the fight, Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief. He casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at Morning Star, who was sitting opposite him.
"Sure."
It was a simple acknowledgment.
However, Morning Star still shook his head. He stared straight at the game on the computer screen in front of him and muttered to himself, "That's right.
"No."
"Almost … just a little more."
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