When Lin Feng, An Xin, Tang Bingyao, and Ceng Rui tiptoed into the lounge, No. 1 was already speaking.
His voice reverberated in the lounge in a leisurely manner, as usual.
"Let's start with a few facts.
"First, you guys did well today. You guys would've been able to take home a championship trophy in any of the previous finals.
"Secondly, Ah Xing performed very well. He made a bold decision in the fourth round and used a Card Master to secure the victory. He left enough room for maneuver in the fifth round. He used the Rune Sorcerer as the finale. If he were to encounter an SSK under normal circumstances, he would have at least a 70% chance of winning.
"Third —"
At this point, Number One paused for a moment, then continued in a light and breezy tone.
"SSK is in luck today."
"Even they themselves are breaking out in cold sweat for the last deciding match. They aren't sure if they can win until the very last moment."
"But they made the right bet.
"And they made the right bet."
Ceng Rui couldn't help but whisper.
"Isn't this the hardest thing to accept?"
Even Tang Bingyao couldn't help but nod her head in agreement.
If there was a great disparity in strength between the two sides, then losing the final match might not be so unbearable. However, it just so happened that it was just a hair's breadth's difference. In fact, if the problem was not strength but luck … then it was really unbearable.
An Xin made a shushing gesture to the two.
Ceng Rui immediately shut his mouth.
No. 1's gaze swept across the members of Team God.
"That's how it is.
"That's why I've already said some words of comfort when you guys got off the stage. You guys didn't lose the match, and you didn't lose the battle either.
"Even if you're the loser, you deserve a compliment."
The lounge was silent. Morning Star, Wildsnow Nightsong, and the other members of Team God kept their heads down and didn't respond.
No. 1 smiled nonchalantly.
"I understand how you guys feel.
"You're not satisfied, are you?"
There was still no response.
But the answer was certain. Even Morning Star and the other members of God knew very well that when SSK's world number one mid laner broke through his bottleneck in the final match and reached an unprecedented height, even if they gave it their all, it would be difficult for them to escape defeat.
Even if they could respect the facts and admit that they were inferior in the last match.
But that feeling of unwillingness …
But it was hard to get rid of.
So it wasn't just the normal members of the God squad, even the core members of the squad like Wildsnow Nightsong and Daybreak Morning Star couldn't help but have some thoughts in their heads.
Just a little bit more.
If their luck was slightly better, or if their opponent's luck was slightly worse.
If the world's number one mid laner of SSK Team had broken through the bottleneck just a little later.
Even if it was just a little late in the deciding match.
The ownership of the final championship trophy would be completely reversed.
The smile on No. 1's face faded a little when he saw what the God members were thinking.
"Are you still worried about luck, or are you still holding on to the regret that luck didn't work?"
"Come, let me ask you."
"Even if SSK didn't have that kind of luck, even if Han Shihao didn't pull out that crucial Crafty Enchantress in the last match, so what?"
"Making him break through a little later, but no matter if it was sooner or later, it would still happen."
"Then, as long as it happens —"
"What can you guys do?"
"Can you beat him?"
The questions were tossed out one by one in a seemingly unhurried tone.
Anyone who had some understanding of Number One's style of doing things would probably start to keep quiet out of fear. Because everyone knew that when Senior Number One, who was always amiable and had a smile on his face, really retracted the smile on his face, his degree of danger was simply countless streets away from the other seniors.
The atmosphere in the lounge had once again become stifling and stifling.
No. 1 simply stood there, casually looking at the members of God.
Faintly, there was already an overbearing sense of oppression assaulting his senses.
If it was any other day, the God members would have wisely chosen to keep their mouths shut and obediently take the scolding.
But this time, perhaps it was the dream of being a professional esports player, as well as the huge regret of missing out on the championship, that made the God team members feel a little different from their usual state of mind.
Huangxue Nightsong couldn't help but be the first to speak.
"We … we can't beat him."
"We admit that. F was really strong in the last match. We weren't his match."
"But just like you said, if our luck was slightly better, and that guy F broke through a little later …"
No. 1 nodded.
"And then?"
His tone was still as casual as ever.
Huangxue Nightsong choked. Even though the other members, leaders, and coaches of his own club were already giving him frantic looks, he still gritted his teeth and answered in the face of No. 1's half-smile.
"Then at least —"
"Today's championship is ours."
No. 1's expression was still noncommittal. "Yes, it's only a matter of time before we can beat him. But at least we can win today's championship … So, you guys think this championship is that important."
Barren Snow Nightsong was stunned, and asked subconsciously,
"Isn't it important?"
If it wasn't No. 1 who said this, Huangxue Nightsong would have suspected that there was something wrong with that person's brain.
This was the championship of the S-Series World Championship!
The highest glory of the League of Legends esports.
It was the dream goal of all the professional players in the LPL, and even tens of millions of normal players.
At this moment, a substitute member of Team God could not help but speak up.
"If the championship isn't important … then what do you think is more important, senior?"
There was a hint of unwillingness in his tone.
After all, No. 1's words seemed to be challenging the unbreakable concept that all professional esports players had established since their debut.
And this question seemed to have hit the nail on the head —
No. 1 looked at the God members in front of him and smiled faintly.
"Good question."
"Then I'll tell you what's more important."
His tone was still as calm as ever, but for some reason, it made all the God members feel a sudden sense of danger. It was as if … they had fallen into a pit.
Then, No. 1 spoke without turning his head.
"Ah Nan, I'll have to trouble you."
Everyone subconsciously looked over, only to see Chu Fangnan, the vice president of the Shanghai ESPORTS Association, walking out from behind No. 1.
"Okay."
In Chu Fangnan's hand was a thin stack of documents.
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