Chapter 3426
Words:2134Update:22/12/05 01:11:05
When Chu Fangnan walked out from behind No. 1, the rest of the God team in the lounge wasn't too surprised.
After all, as the vice chairman of the Shanghai Esports Association and the person in charge of the Chinese esports team that had come to Europe for this year's finals, Chu Fangnan had been there from start to finish.
Quite a number of people noticed the thin stack of documents in Vice President Chu's hands, and they were slightly curious.
Lin Feng also saw the documents in Chu Fangnan's hands.
Then his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
He quickly lowered his gaze.
Apart from the seniors, he was probably the only one in the lounge who knew the weight of this stack of documents.
It was for this reason that he chose to remain silent.
Chu Fangnan passed the documents in his hands to the main members of Team God. As for the remaining documents, he distributed them to the other members of Team God and their substitutes.
"Take a look."
His tone was equally calm.
No one could tell that there was anything amiss in his tone.
Ceng Rui couldn't resist his curiosity and took a copy as well. Tang Bingyao scooted over to Ceng Rui's side and peered at the thin white papers with her eyes wide open.
Picking up the documents, Huangxue Nightsong looked at No. 1 doubtfully.
"Senior?"
No. 1's expression was as calm as ever.
"You'll know when you read it."
So, Huangxue Nightsong suppressed his doubts and finally looked down at the document in his hand. He had only skimmed through a few lines of text at the top of the first document, but his hand suddenly trembled, and he almost dropped the document. Then, No.1's voice rang out again, unhurriedly.
"There's no rush. Take your time and read carefully."
Huangxue Nightsong suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to read line by line.
The more he read, the faster his heart raced.
The more he read, the more shocked he became.
He wasn't the only one. The other members of Team God who had their hands on the documents were also flipping through them. Their expressions changed immediately.
The atmosphere in the lounge suddenly became eerily silent.
Only the sound of flipping pages and increasingly heavy breathing could be heard from time to time.
Ceng Rui flipped through the documents very quickly. When he was the first to finish reading, Tang Bingyao was still a little confused. She still hadn't fully digested the complicated rules and regulations written in both Chinese and English. She could only ask for help from her companion in a low voice, "What are you talking about?
"Ah Zeng, what does it mean?"
Ceng Rui stared at the material in his hand, especially at the last few lines of text on the material. The shock in his heart was so intense that it could not be any more intense. He took a few deep breaths with great difficulty to calm down a little, and said in a low voice with a hoarse voice,
"It means —"
"Compared to next year … The ownership of today's championship trophy is nothing."
Ceng Rui was not the only one.
Barren Snow Nightsong used all of his strength to look away from the materials in his hands. He looked up at No.1 and felt his mouth go dry when he opened his mouth to ask.
"Senior, this is …"
Number One remained calm.
"You're asking what's more important than today's championship trophy?"
"These —"
"This is what I want to tell you, something even more important."
…
The lounge was dead silent once again.
Everyone who received the documents couldn't help but look down at the materials in their hands again. Then, they were once again shocked by the content written on the materials.
In fact, as members of a first-tier LPL team, they had vaguely heard of some of the names and contents written in the documents.
But it was definitely not as detailed and detailed as the description and list in the documents.
At this moment, they finally understood No.1's words.
Indeed.
Even if it was still the S-League, the weight and significance of next year's edition would definitely be more than double or triple that of this year's edition. The significance and symbolism would be completely different.
Needless to say, among the contents of the documents, there were at least two or three other proposals that were comparable or close to the level of the S-League.
And the most important point was —
It was at the end of the eight previous proposals that paved the way.
The content of the ninth proposal.
Before seeing this document, the God players firmly believed that only the S-League World Championship Trophy was the highest honor for a professional League of Legends esports player.
But after seeing the ninth proposal.
Only then did they finally realize that their original thinking was too simple.
Because whether it was in terms of level, specification, meaning or height, the weight of the ninth proposal was enough to make even an S-League World Championship pale in comparison.
It had even surpassed the concept of glory and loss of an esports club.
It had transcended the interests of a division.
Instead, it was directly standing at the extreme level of the professional esports field, to touch upon a brand new and higher level of impact and attempt.
Just the thought of that scene …
It was enough to make one's heart surge and blood boil uncontrollably.
No.1's voice rang out again in the small lounge.
"You've all seen the documents, so I don't think I need to say more. You should be able to clearly see the weight of the content written on it."
"But what I want to tell you is that what you've seen is not everything."
"Only by passing through all the checkpoints above will you be qualified to see everything," Ye Zichen said.
"So —"
No.1 paused for a moment, his gaze calmly sweeping across the people in the lounge in front of him.
"I said it the first time I came in."
"I'm not here to comfort you."
The lounge was silent. No one had any doubts or retorts this time. Instead, they all subconsciously straightened their backs and waited solemnly.
No.1's voice continued. His calm and unhurried tone faintly carried a majestic aura.
"Because you don't have the right to be depressed and slack off."
"Because you will soon face an even greater challenge."
"You don't deserve to slack off."
"There's no time for you to clean up your feelings of defeat."
"It's nothing to lose a championship trophy."
"But in the upcoming competition of the nine proposals next year, you … we, can't lose a single one of them."
"Today's defeat is just a chance for you as Team God. But if you still can't seize the time to regroup —"
No.1's tone turned cold. His gaze swept across the crowd and he slowly said the last sentence.
"That will be lost."
"It will be the future of the entire professional esports server."
It was like a sudden clap of thunder.
It shook everyone's heart.
Morning Star, who had been silent for a long time, clenched the documents in his hand. He suddenly looked up at No.1, the flames of battle in his slightly red eyes rising again.
"Senior, we understand."
…
The sun set in the west.
The players and staff of Team God walked out of Wembley Stadium and prepared to board the bus back to the hotel.
Ceng Rui, An Xin, and Tang Bingyao also followed the large group onto the bus.
Only Lin Feng was still quietly following behind No.1 with his head lowered.
The master and disciple stood in front of the parking lot.
Gazing at the scenery in the distance.
The rain stopped.
But there was no clear sky.
At the end of the distant horizon, one could faintly see dark clouds slowly gathering and brewing.
A gust of wind blew past, ruffling the hem of his shirt.
Number One casually tightened his collar. He didn't look at Lin Feng, who was standing quietly beside him. Instead, he raised his head and looked into the distance. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils seemed to reflect a magnificent and shocking picture of the future.
"Oh —"
"The wind is rising."
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