Everyone was running towards the direction they had chosen.
Perhaps they were running towards their goal, the trophy, the people they longed to reach, or the glory that was once unattainable.
There were millions of reasons.
But no matter which one it was, it was because it gave them the motivation and courage to persevere, so that even in the face of difficulties and obstacles, even if they had to overcome brambles and thorns, they would still persevere and move forward.
It was the last day of the finals.
Training ended early in the evening, much earlier and quicker than the previous few days. Even the God esports club members, who were used to the high intensity and long duration of training, found it a little difficult to adapt. Number One looked at the group of young Chinese players in front of him, and smiled as he said, "That's right, I'll be taking a look.
"That's it for today."
"Everyone has been working hard in the past few days. By now, most of the training has been done more than once. There's not much need to continue."
"So —"
"It's the last night. Everyone, get some rest and adjust your condition."
"I won't stop you if you really want to use the last bit of time to make up for your shortcomings. If you encounter any problems, feel free to come to us for help and discuss."
"But I suggest that everyone get a good night's sleep."
"Or even take a walk outside later to get some fresh air. Don't put more pressure on yourself."
"Regardless of tomorrow's result, at least until now, every one of you can confidently say that you've done your best. Regardless of the outcome, God- Hand of God, and even the professional esports community, will not let you down."
Everyone in the training room listened solemnly and subconsciously straightened their backs.
The next moment, Number One suddenly changed the topic and smiled.
"Of course, although that's the case —"
"But if we can really bring back the championship trophy tomorrow, that would naturally be the best."
That one sentence instantly lightened the atmosphere. The members of God couldn't help but roar with laughter. Some of the more daring ones even started to shout out loud:
"Of course!"
"Tomorrow, we'll beat SSK!"
"Seniors, just you wait. We will bring back the Summoner Trophy tomorrow!"
"A bunch of brats, aren't they a little too confident? Fine, I'll be waiting for you. I'll take a picture with you when the trophy is back, tsk tsk … I haven't touched the World Championship Trophy of the new generation after so many years, I wonder how it feels ~"
Lin Feng leaned over.
"Senior, I haven't touched it before either. Why don't we sneak into the stadium early tomorrow and have a look? It's not bad to touch it in advance …"
Number Three rolled his eyes. "Get lost. Is that all you've got? What's the difference between sneakily touching her and waiting for God to win the championship and openly touching her? "
Number Four adjusted the gold-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of his nose and smiled.
"Alright."
"Then … we'll just have to wait to touch the trophy tomorrow."
…
That night.
After dinner, everyone dispersed and enjoyed their last bit of free time.
Some went back to their hotel rooms to rest, planning to make up for the fatigue of the past few days with a good night's sleep.
Some were still worried about their training, so they dragged a few of their teammates back to the training room to practice a little longer.
There were also those who felt that the intensity of the training was enough and had learned a lot from the past few days. They looked for their club coaches to communicate with them and see if they could further consolidate what they had learned.
Huangxue Nightsong was in no hurry to leave the buffet restaurant. After dinner, he continued to fiddle with his phone. Lin Feng came over to take a look.
"Hey, browsing Tieba?"
Huangxue Nightsong didn't even raise his head.
"Yeah."
"I have nothing better to do anyway. I've been busy with training and competitions for the past half a month. I haven't looked at the posts online for a long time. Let's see if there are any pretty girls cheering for me …"
Someone's interest was piqued.
"Pretty girls? Are there any? Are there any? Let me see … "
Huangxue Nightsong sighed. "What the f * ck, they're all cute, straight men …"
Ceng Rui, who was also scrolling through the forums on his phone, looked up and smiled. "That's not bad. Basically, there's a lot of support. They're all looking forward to seeing the top ADC duel between Nighthawk and Ray tomorrow."
Indeed, up until now, all the players on the internet had great confidence and expectations for God- Hand of God. Even if tomorrow's opponent was the world's strongest team, SSK, it didn't stop them from believing that Team God would be able to clinch victory.
"But that's only for now."
Morning Star walked over and glanced at Huangxue Nightsong's phone screen. He shook his head.
"The public opinion on the internet … can change at any time."
"It's motivation, but also pressure."
"Before tomorrow, everyone will treat us like heroes. After tomorrow, if we lose, we'll be greeted with even more criticism."
Ceng Rui was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
In fact, a few of them had talked about it in private a few days ago. They just didn't expect Morning Star to point it out so directly.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Morning Star, he smiled and said, "You can see it clearly."
This time, Huangxue Nightsong didn't wait for Morning Star to speak. He put down his phone and took the lead.
"You've been playing professionally for so many years. How can you not understand this?"
"Netizens … are all like this."
"Even fans have the same mentality."
"Most of them just want to see you win on the field and then cheer for you. But if you don't play well … the ones who will scold you the most are these fans."
"But it's not a bad thing."
Huangxue Nightsong shrugged. "If you play well, you'll be praised. If you don't play well, you'll be scolded. It's fair. Xing is right. Pressure is also motivation. It depends on whether you can calm down."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up from his seat.
"Alright, I have an appointment with Senior Xiao Wu to play a few more solo matches tonight to practice. I won't stay here and chat with you."
Then, he looked at Morning Star.
"Xing, what do you say?"
For the first time, Morning Star shook his head.
"Go ahead."
"I won't practice much tonight. I'll rest a little."
Indeed, it was extremely rare for Morning Star to say something like that. In the past few days, he was the one who had trained the hardest.
Huangxue Nightsong wasn't surprised. He nodded. "Alright, you should rest too. I'll be leaving first —"
After waving goodbye to everyone, he left first.
Morning Star then turned to look at Lin Feng and extended an invitation.
"If there's nothing else."
"Accompany me for a walk?"
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