In the afternoon in London, the rain gradually stopped.
It was still late at night in China.
The final result of the finals from London's Wembley Stadium seemed to be delayed. It was not until a long time later that the League of Legends players all over the world finally exploded.
The entire internet was shocked.
Countless related topics and news reports completely blew up all major social media platforms.
The staff of the major esports media worked overtime overnight to rush out the articles. Countless shocking titles caught people's attention — —
"Shocking! SSK's Sly Enchantress Dominates the Game! "
"3 to 2, LCK's Strongest Team Reverses Life and Death Match, Continues Undefeated Dynasty!"
"God- God's Hand Finally Falls in Front of the Real God."
"When the God-tier Ryze Meets the Legendary Lefran, the Battle of Green Leaves and Red Flowers."
"Who Can Stop Han Shihao!"
"The Four Emperors and Seven Kings Structure Is Broken From Today! A Detailed Analysis of the Future Esports Circle!"
"Where Will the LPL Go in the Future?"
Among them, the players and netizens of the European and American servers and the wild card region were naturally just watching the show. They were amazed by such an unexpected and shocking result.
On the other hand, the Korean fans had already started a grand celebration.
In contrast —
The LPL region of the Chinese server was dead silent.
It was a truly frightening silence. It was as if the air was so heavy and oppressive that even the air was about to freeze. There was no longer any vitality in the air.
And in such a quiet atmosphere that was like a pool of stagnant water …
It was as if there was a storm of more dangerous negative emotions accumulating and slowly brewing.
Min Province, Nanzhou City, Lecheng Internet Cafe.
Xia Ziyou's eyes were red from crying. He kept wiping away his tears and sobbing.
"How … did we lose —"
"We were so close to winning, so close to being the champion."
These words were exactly what the other players in the internet cafe thought. A frequent customer who looked like a university student gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the computer table beside him. There was a loud bang, and everyone who heard it felt the pain of his fist. "That's right. That's right. That's right.
"F * ck!"
As an Internet cafe manager, Mu Qiu looked up.
"Hey, hey, hold back."
"You'll have to pay if you break it."
The college student blushed. "I'll pay if I break it! I'm f * cking rich! "
Mu Qiu's expression was cold and indifferent as he met the man's angry gaze.
"Even so, you still have to keep some of it."
"If I let you smash eight or ten tables, will you be able to help God win the championship?"
The university student customer's imposing manner froze. Then, he lowered his head dejectedly.
"I just can't take it anymore. My heart feels suffocated —"
At this time, some of the guests in the crowd surrounding the LCD screen in the arena area had already turned around and were about to leave, but they were quickly stopped by their companions.
"Hey hey, what's up? Didn't we agree to pull an all-nighter?"
The guest who was stopped did not even turn his head. He said in a muffled voice,
"Pull an all-nighter my ass!"
"Even God lost, what's there to play?"
"Boring, I'll quit this game!"
The other customers of the internet cafe looked at each other. They all had solemn expressions on their faces. Some of the older customers shook their heads and sighed.
"That's true. Fighting like this … is really boring."
"I'm an old player in S2. I've been waiting for the LPL World Championship for so many years. I thought I would get it this year."
"It's like this every year. Disappointment after disappointment."
"There's no champion this year. This game is about to die out in China."
"Me too. I've been playing in university for so long, and now I'm working in society. My dreams … are almost completely wiped out. It's time to return to reality."
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Mu Qiu watched as the customers of his internet cafe left one after another. His expression did not change, but his eyes turned slightly cold.
Xia Ziyou finally stopped sobbing. He sniffled and looked up at Mu Qiu.
"Are you going back to work?"
Mu Qiu took a deep breath. For the first time, he said something that even he did not expect.
"No rush."
"If you have nothing else to do, play a few rounds of ranked with me."
Xia Ziyou's eyes widened in shock.
"Huh?"
…
Min Province, a small town next to Xia City.
Inside the convenience store, the eyes of a few junior high school boys were red.
Similarly, they could not accept the result of Team God's defeat.
After all, they were only one step away from the championship, but their opponent, the Korean team, made a comeback in the final match. Such a blow was extremely heavy for any die-hard fan of the LPL.
Zhou Mo looked at the few kids in front of him worriedly. He wanted to say something to comfort them.
Zhang Xin suddenly wiped away the tears on his face and stood up.
"Let's go!"
Zhou Mo was stunned. He looked at Zhang Xin.
"Where to?"
Zhang Xin pursed his lips. "The internet cafe!"
After answering, he turned to look at his other companions, and his expression became extremely solemn.
"Team God lost. We, the LPL, cannot admit defeat!"
"It's just that … we lost today! There's still the new season to come! "
"We'll also work hard to improve ourselves. In another year or two, when we're good enough, we'll sign up for the youth training!"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth. His eyes burned with fighting spirit and fighting spirit.
"If one year doesn't work, we'll wait another."
"As long as we work hard —"
"The championship will be ours one day!"
The words of the youngsters always sounded a little childish. If one were to look into the probability of becoming a professional player among normal players, the difficulty of going from a random expert to a youth training team member, and the championship trophy that was so far away, one could easily conclude that such words were just an unrealistic dream.
But following Zhang Xin's words, the eyes of the other friends lit up. They all stood up.
"Alright!"
"Let's pull an all-nighter tonight. I want to get to Platinum One!"
"Team God is playing very well. We can't fall behind!!"
The middle school boys patted each other's shoulders in encouragement. Zhang Xin turned to look at Zhou Mo.
"Brother Mo, we'll be leaving first."
Zhou Mo looked at Zhang Xin and the other friends. He hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Good luck."
The youngsters left in a hurry. Their running shadows were elongated by the street lights.
Looking at the back of the youngsters, warmth flashed in Zhou Mo's eyes. He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and gently clenched it.
…
Wembley Stadium, the players' lounge.
The staff were still tidying up the place. The members of Team God sat on the chairs in the lounge in a daze. Their heads were lowered, and they did not say a word.
The atmosphere was stifling.
A soft sound was heard. The door to the lounge was pushed open.
Number One walked in.
Everyone in the room, including the members of Team God, raised their heads subconsciously to look at Number One who walked in.
"Senior —"
Number One's gaze swept across everyone in the room indifferently. He then said,
"Don't worry.
I'm not here to comfort you. "
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