Everyone had their own strengths and weaknesses.
For Morning Star, during this period of time, he had been trying to break through the barrier of the Four Emperors. He was trying to find the special qualities that he had lost from Lin Feng. He was trying to find a path that belonged purely to him as a solo mid player.
Correspondingly, the strengths and characteristics of Team God's mid laner captain were exactly what Lin Feng needed to find the most right now.
Responsibility.
It sounded very broad.
But in reality, it was just as No.1 and the other seniors had said. Even Lin Feng himself knew that if he had the same awareness and sense of responsibility as Morning Star back in the S1 season, the outcome of the final match of the best of five in the world finals would have been unpredictable.
At that time, he had placed too much focus on himself.
He had been overly focused on the match between himself and Han Shihao.
He had neglected the fact that he was also the core captain of the team and had to bear the heavy responsibility of overseeing the overall situation.
Even after the finals, it was also because of his lack of responsibility that he had made such an irresponsible decision because of his own guilt and depression.
Therefore, his mistake back then had never been in the strength of his strength, nor was it in the outcome of the battle between him and Han Shihao.
It was only in his mentality and choices.
However, if it was someone who was familiar with and close to a certain person, they would clearly feel the gradual changes that had taken place in that person over the past year. That person had slowly become more stable, more reliable, and more capable of shouldering the responsibilities and burdens that he had once been unable to bear.
He had already learned from the lessons of the past.
Lin Feng was growing bit by bit.
Bystanders could make a judgment without hesitation. With more time, this talented young man who had stunned the entire professional esports circle in the S1 season would truly grow into an even more dazzling star player. He might even become the only legendary mid laner who could compete with Han Shihao.
But it was still the same sentence that had been repeated countless times.
There wasn't much time left.
Lin Feng had already done a lot, but it wasn't enough.
He had already tried his best to shoulder the heavy burden that belonged to him, but his progress was still not fast enough.
In fact, perhaps only Lin Feng himself knew this the best. Even though he understood all the problems, even though he had made up his mind to face everything and accept everything, in reality … Even now, deep in his heart, he still subconsciously held back, and even retreated in fear.
He could do his best to train and improve, he could help the three LPL teams prepare with the highest intensity, and he could firmly promise his seniors that he would shoulder the heavy responsibility in the upcoming season.
But there was one thing that he still hadn't figured out how to deal with.
Those were his former teammates.
… …
Indeed, Lin Feng had found a lot of companions that he could continue to play alongside in the new season. Whether it was the support Ceng Rui, the AD Tang Bingyao, or Dou Zi, who was still in China, Lin Feng had found his jungler, Li Shiyi, and even Tian Tian, who was still in China.
But a new beginning did not mean the end of the old.
Some chapters would not be so easily uncovered.
The mistakes that had been made, the responsibilities that should be borne, should never be so easily ignored or diluted and buried by time.
As early as a few months ago, Lin Feng had already made up his mind to find his other former teammates. Whether it was to apologize to them in person, ask for their forgiveness, or even invite them back, he had to take action.
Moreover, this kind of thing was complicated to say, but it was not difficult to do.
If you wanted to contact someone, you could always contact them. Even if it was not in person, after such a long time, at least a phone call or some form of contact online should be able to pick up the news that had been lost for so many years.
However, the truth was that Lin Feng had not done even half a try during this period of time.
The so-called busy training and busy helping the three LPL teams prepare for the game were just excuses.
The real reason was that Lin Feng still had the intention to retreat in his heart.
Because he did not know how to face his remaining two companions.
It was precisely because he had already experienced the extreme guilt and sadness he felt when facing Li Shiyi that he didn't know what he should say when facing his other two former companions. He didn't even know if he could say anything.
What kind of life were A 'Qiu and A' Mo living now, what kind of feelings were they harboring?
Was their situation better or worse than Eleven, who was on the bench in the High Mountain Team Club?
When the two former teammates in the bottom lane saw him, how would they react?
He did not know.
Lin Feng did not dare to think about it.
On the field, he never lacked the courage to face difficult challenges, but off the field, when he had to consider how to face his former closest companions and teammates, a certain someone had an extremely rare timidity.
And if he thought about it further, for Lin Feng, perhaps if the first person he faced was A 'Qiu, who was a former support member of the team, the most fiery companion, the situation would probably be better.
Because he could roughly guess what kind of attitude A 'Qiu would have. Most of the time, he would have been rejected by A' Qiu with a dark face, and the worst would have been a torrent of curses and merciless ridicule.
But even so, he should be able to mentally prepare himself to bear it.
On the contrary, A 'Mo, who was the most gentle and calm of the team, was the companion that he did not know how to face the most.
The night deepened.
The night breeze blew past, bringing with it a bit of a chill.
Lin Feng's thoughts returned to reality. He shook his head, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up from the stairs. He walked back into the hotel, but his footsteps were heavier than when he came out.
These were the things that troubled him the most.
And there was no one around him that he could confide in, because whether it was A 'Zeng, TangTang, or Eleven, or the other seniors, none of them could give him enough advice or help on this matter.
He could only bear it himself, face it and solve it alone.
Lin Feng walked to the elevator and pressed the button. The elevator door opened, and Lin Feng walked in with his head lowered. Just as the elevator door was about to close, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside. Then, he heard a familiar voice that was pleasing to the ears.
"Hey, wait!"
Lin Feng subconsciously looked up.
Then, he saw a slender and fair palm firmly grab the elevator door that was about to close.
The elevator doors slowly opened again.
In front of the door, a beautiful girl carrying a suitcase entered Lin's field of vision.
"What's the hurry? Are you going to die later?"
An Xin took a deep breath to regulate her breathing, her face still a bit flushed. She bluntly scolded Lin Feng who was staring at her in the elevator.
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