Everyone walked out of the lounge.
Coincidentally, he saw a few familiar figures waiting at the exit of the tunnel.
"Brother Mi?"
Lin Feng's eyes lit up as he greeted the other party. Waiting at the exit of the passageway were the well-known official commentators of the Chinese server, Old Mi, Fei Yan, and Mo Sheng. They were also the three live commentators for today's best-of-five finals.
"Why are you guys still here? Shouldn't you be on the commentary platform?"
Fei Yan explained with a smile, "This isn't the main commentary platform, so it's fine if we go up a little later. We just wanted to come back and watch before the match starts and cheer for everyone from God."
Mo Sheng's gaze fell on the members of God.
"What do you think? Today … the few of us will be looking forward to your splendid performance. "
Morning Star nodded calmly.
"Don't worry, we will do our best."
Wildsnow Nightsong interrupted, "Sister Mosheng, just you wait and see. You can focus on the bottom lane later. Just watch how I destroy Ray in the lane!"
His tone sounded like he was taking on everything. He didn't look like he was nervous to the point where he had goosebumps just now.
Mo Sheng also giggled when she heard this. She covered her mouth and nodded.
"Alright, then I'll wait and see.
It's Y. "
Old Mi swept his gaze across the God team members and patted Morning Star's shoulder.
"Good luck."
"Regardless of whether we win or lose, today … let's show off the glory of our LPL!"
…
Compared to the few LPL commentators who could still slack off for a moment before the game, the few foreign official commentators in charge of the main stage today had already taken their seats on the main OB stage. After turning on the microphone, they quickly entered their passionate work.
"Friends, sorry for the long wait!"
"There's only half an hour left before the most exciting and intense finals of this year's S Series League!"
"God- Hand of God vs SSK, the battle between the two strongest teams in the LPL and LCK divisions. My God, Tony, how do you feel? I'm so excited!"
"Of course, who isn't? I didn't sleep well last night. Look at the dark circles under my eyes. "
"Hahaha, I believe that the battle later will be so exciting that no one will fall asleep. Speaking of which, what are your thoughts and predictions on the outcome of today's battle?"
"My opinion is still the same as before. I believe that SSK will continue to win the championship."
"No, no, no, you're too blind. Based on the data from this year's finals, God- Hand of God's performance and form are obviously better than SSK's."
"Oh? So are you saying that the Hand of God will win today? "
"Cough cough cough, that's not what I meant. But at least, I think that today will be a very intense battle!"
In the backfield, Lin Feng was playing with his phone and browsing through some forums. He was reading the comments and posts of Chinese netizens with great interest.
"Everyone is so excited …"
Indeed.
It was four or five o 'clock in the evening in China.
Students had just finished classes, and adults had just gotten off work.
On the other hand, the entire internet was filled with a heated atmosphere. The total number of viewers in the official live-streaming rooms of the major live-streaming platforms had exceeded 50 million. The densely packed bullet screen messages almost caused the servers of the major live-streaming platforms to overload. Even though the user experience was not considered good, it still could not stop the enthusiasm of the netizens — —
"It's starting, it's starting!"
"Damn, why is it so slow! I applied for leave this afternoon to come to the internet café! I can't wait! "
"How much longer? I've got my chips and coke ready! "
"God is awesome! Beat SSK! The first S Series World Champion of the Chinese LPL! "
"Star King Defeats F God! Time to give up the position of the Four Kings! "
"Damn, isn't this a bit too much? Let's change the slogan — Night Song God Defeats Ray! Beat the line!! "
"To be honest, I think there's definitely hope today! I even dreamed of winning the cup last night! "
"What a coincidence, I dreamed of it too!"
"Good luck! Good luck LPL! "
Lin Feng showed the screen of the livestream to Morning Star and the others. "Look, look. They're all cheering you on."
However, the members of Team God were not in the mood to watch. Every one of them had a serious expression on their faces, constantly taking deep breaths to adjust their emotions, trying to calm themselves down. Morning Star looked at Ceng Rui.
"Ceng, do you have a gopher?"
Ceng Rui looked down and rummaged through his small bag. He took out a mini gopher and handed it to Morning Star.
"Yes, do you still want to play?"
Morning Star took it and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm just playing it to pass the time."
But there was not much time left.
Soon, deafening cheers and applause could be heard coming from the audience outside the stadium. A staff member hurried over and exchanged a few words with the God Club's translator. The translator turned around and looked over.
The interpreter turned around and said, "The players are ready to go on stage."
At this time, Mo Sheng, Fei Yan, and Old Mi had already left for the commentary platform. Only Lin Feng, Number One, and the members of Team God were left in the backstage area.
Morning Star looked at the crowd and nodded.
"We're going."
Number One smiled.
"Go ahead, we'll watch from below."
Lin Feng looked at Morning Star and suddenly said, "Don't forget what you said to me last night."
Morning Star froze for a moment, then smiled.
"Don't worry, I remember."
Then, the mid laner captain of Team God turned around and led the other members of his team towards the dazzling dancing lights outside the passageway, as well as the increasingly explosive cheers and screams, with large strides.
A moment later, the entire stadium was in an uproar!
Number One turned to Lin Feng and raised an eyebrow.
"It'll be your turn next year."
Lin Feng smiled brightly.
"I can't wait."
…
The entire Wembley Stadium had turned into a sea of applause and cheers.
Because at this moment, on the main stage, which was the focus of countless intersecting lights, ten players from two teams were being introduced by the passionate and sonorous voice of the host, who was dressed in splendid attire. They were going up the stage from both sides.
"Let us welcome SSK from the LCK!"
"And … God- Hand of God from the LPL!"
"Let us introduce the players of each team to the camera."
"SSK's top laner, Wolf."
"Jungler Mafa!"
"God- Hand of God's ADC, Snowy Nightsong!" "…"
"Also, the core and soul leaders of our two teams, the strongest midlaner captains of the two strongest teams in the two divisions —"
"God, Morning Star!"
"SSK, F — Han Shihao!"
The loud sound shook the stadium, and the magnificent battle music filled the stadium.
The lights fell.
They fell on the players of the two teams in the finals.
In front of the stage, the two teams, led by their respective captains, looked at each other.
Morning Star looked at Han Shihao.
Han Shihao looked at Morning Star.
The latter's expression was as indifferent as ever. Morning Star was calm, but there was a faint flame burning in the depths of his eyes.
It's been a long time.
Sorry for the wait!
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