London was silent throughout the night.
Only torrential rain remained.
The next morning, the players and staff of the LPL woke up from their slumber. When they opened the curtains of their hotel rooms, they were greeted by the sight of London once again shrouded in rain.
The sky was dark and gloomy. The pitter-patter of rain pattered against the leaves and windowsills.
After waking up, the fatigue on his body had not completely dissipated, and the memories of yesterday's finals at Wembley Stadium flowed back into his mind, making his heart feel even heavier.
The members of the God Club washed up perfunctorily and took the elevator downstairs to the buffet restaurant to enjoy their last breakfast before leaving.
Quite a few staff members from the TV Association and China were already seated at the table. When they saw the God team coming down, they smiled and greeted them.
But behind their smiles, there seemed to be some complicated emotions.
After a simple greeting, the staff members couldn't help but exchange glances with each other as they watched the God team members get their food. Their faces were filled with helplessness and worry.
They could faintly hear the whispers of the players.
"It's starting online."
"That's too much. Those people … they don't care about the truth."
"There's nothing we can do about it. We lost after all."
"We can't let the God team members see this. It'll affect our mood."
"But we can't hide it for long. They'll see it sooner or later."
"Shh, they're here!"
Huangxue Nightsong and Morning Star brought their trays over to Lin Feng, Anxin, and Li Shiyi's table. Huangxue Nightsong raised an eyebrow.
"Are you okay with squeezing in?"
Lin Feng looked up.
"It's fine. Have a seat."
Huangxue Nightsong jumped in fright when he saw Lin Feng looking up.
"What the hell? What's wrong with you?"
Lin Feng rubbed his face. He looked like a national treasure panda who hadn't slept all night.
Lin Feng rubbed his face and said nonchalantly,
"I played a few rounds of ranked last night and slept a little late."
Huangxue Nightsong's mouth twitched. "What do you mean a little late? I bet you didn't sleep all night. Why do I feel like you fought even harder than us when you lost a match yesterday? "
Tang Bingyao, who was sitting next to him, looked up.
"Lin Feng has always been like this."
She was just defending a certain someone out of habit, but the girl completely revealed her little face.
Wildsnow Nightsong sucked in a breath of cold air.
"F * ck —"
"Tang Tang, what's going on with you?"
Tang Bingyao, who was sitting next to Lin Feng, also had dark circles around her eyes. She looked like a little panda who hadn't slept the whole night. Of course, she looked much more adorable than Lin Feng, but in essence, there was no difference.
An Xin looked at Tang Bingyao and smiled.
"Tang Tang was trained by Senior Bullet again last night, right? You have to take care of yourself."
Only then did Huangxue Nightsong come to a realization.
"Oh, that's reasonable, reasonable."
As he spoke, he looked at Tang Bingyao with a hint of envy in his eyes.
After all, it was the personal guidance of the legendary figure of the previous generation in North America. Naturally, he had to seize the opportunity and make the best use of every second.
Morning Star seemed to have thought of something and looked at Tang Bingyao.
"Tang Tang is going back with us today, right? Being able to spend time with Senior Bullet is very precious. "
Tang Bingyao nodded, then shook her head.
"Master said she'll come to Shanghai in two days."
"You have to continue training."
The first half of Tang Bingyao's sentence was enough to leave everyone at the table speechless. Not to mention the fact that Tang Bingyao had inadvertently referred to her as "master," which basically confirmed her master-disciple relationship with North America's previous generation's top legend. More importantly, Bullet was actually willing to personally accompany his disciple back to China just to continue teaching her.
This kind of treatment was enough to make the entire esports circle green with envy if it were to be known.
"Of course, it's also because our Tang Tang is talented that Senior Bullet is so attentive to her." An Xin smiled and reached out to rub Tang Bingyao's head, showing off the fact that her cabbage was selling well.
Everyone at the table was speechless. They could only silently admire her.
Wildsnow Nightsong glanced at the dark circles around Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao's eyes.
"Then we can't fall behind either."
"Let's start training when we get back!"
For the players of God who had fought in the finals, the season was considered to have come to an end. Even if they were preparing for the new season, they would still have some time off to rest and adjust.
However, it was obvious from Huangxue Nightsong's and Morning Star's attitudes that they didn't care about taking a break.
Everyone chatted as they ate.
Ceng Rui suddenly let out a low cry, attracting everyone's attention. Wildsnow Nightsong looked over curiously.
"What are you doing? Surfing the web? Let me take a look. "
Ceng Rui hurriedly put his phone on the table and said awkwardly, "No, nothing."
Wildsnow Nightsong glanced at Ceng Rui and suddenly laughed.
"Did someone start flaming us online?"
Ceng Rui was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently. Everyone else at the table also fell silent.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
Wildsnow Nightsong smiled and waved his hand. "It's fine. This is normal. We're LPL players. If we don't have this mental fortitude, we shouldn't be playing professionally."
Ceng Rui couldn't help but look around. Many of the other God players were also looking at something on their phones. Their expressions were clearly gloomy.
"Well … it's still going to affect us," Ceng Rui said in a low voice.
Morning Star shook his head, his expression calm and indifferent.
"That's what we deserve."
"If you don't play well, just stand up straight and take the scolding. It's nothing."
… …
After this incident, no one at the table was in the mood to continue chatting.
After a simple breakfast, everyone returned to their hotel rooms upstairs, picked up their luggage, and took the elevator downstairs, ready to leave for the airport.
Lin Feng and the others followed the God players through the hotel lobby to the revolving glass door.
The members of Team God were still in low spirits. They had yet to recover from the shock of yesterday's defeat.
However …
When they arrived outside the lobby, they suddenly discovered something.
"So many people!"
Tang Bingyao's eyes widened in surprise.
At the entrance of the hotel lobby, at least a few dozen people had gathered. They all looked like young Chinese exchange students. Their clothes were wet from the rain and looked a little disheveled. Those who wore thinner clothes were shivering unconsciously in the slightly cold autumn wind. However, everyone insisted on standing neatly together, holding a long red banner in their hands.
The moment they saw what was written on the banner, all the God players, including Wildsnow Nightsong and Morning Star, were stunned.
Two lines were written on it.
God- Hand of God will never give up.
LPL will never give up.
"Ready, 3, 2, 1!"
The group of exchange students heard someone shouting the slogan. The next moment, everyone gathered their strength and shouted.
“GOD！ Go! "
“LOL！ NEVER GIVE UP! "
Their faces were flushed red from shouting slogans with all their might.
Their eyes were filled with sincerity and sincerity.
There was also the trust and expectation that had never changed.
Suddenly.
The eyes of the God players, including Morning Star and Wildsnow Nightsong, turned red.
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