One Second Remember [Literature Building], providing you with exciting novels to read. That night, Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao returned home.
Under the soft and dim road light, Tang Bingyao walked with her head down and her backpack on her back. Step by step, she carefully stepped on the stone bricks on the ground, carefully avoiding the gaps between the bricks. Sometimes, she was a little unsteady, swaying left and right, but she immediately stretched out her hands to maintain her balance. Her movements were cute.
Lin Feng observed Tang Bingyao's movements and commented:
"She's like a skateboarder."
Tang Bingyao nimbly jumped off the last brick and nodded in satisfaction. She looked back at Lin Feng.
"What you said today really boosted our morale."
Lin Feng chuckled and pumped his fist in the air. "Right? I'm good!"
Tang Bingyao commented, "That last line, 'I'm still here', was pretty cool too."
As she spoke, she looked at Lin Feng and suddenly said, "Don't worry.
"What about your former teammate, Circle God?"
Her question hit the nail on the head again.
For the members of High School 13's esports club, they had a trump card like Lin Feng. As long as Lin Feng was there, they wouldn't have much to worry about.
However, at this moment, Tian Tian, who was in the King Team and in the arena of the world finals, had no companions that he could rely on.
His teammates in King's team were in a terrible state of mind. As the number one top laner in the country, he should be the one to rely on.
He had no one to protect him.
But in reality, he was the one who needed to be comforted and protected the most.
Hearing Tang Bingyao's direct question, Lin Feng's face was as bright as the sun.
"Hahaha, don't worry.
I know what I'm doing. ← → 【Book? Reading Book? "
This time, Lin Feng didn't choose to avoid the question. His eyes were twinkling with an incomparably serious light.
… …
"I'm back!"
When he got home, he took out the key and opened the door. While putting on his slippers, Lin Feng shouted happily.
"If you're back, then come back. What are you yelling about?" Su Xue's annoyed voice came from the kitchen. Su Xue walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron and a pair of thick gloves. She was holding a steaming hot casserole pot in her hands.
Su Xue carefully placed the pot down on the table and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She pushed aside a few strands of her hair and looked at Lin Feng.
"You're back so early today?"
"Oh, because I'm hungry!" Lin Feng replied as he sat down at the table. He curiously looked at the earthenware pot and sniffed it. He was pleasantly surprised. "It smells good!"
"Of course! What kind of food doesn't taste good!" Su Xue said proudly. Then, she waved her hand. "Go wash your hands. Dinner is ready!"
Five minutes later, Lin Feng was enjoying his meal. Sitting across from him, Su Xue reminded him, "What's the matter?
"Drink the soup, drink the soup. This chicken soup was specially made for you. It took me several hours to make!"
Lin Feng raised his head and said, "Sister Xue, you're so good to me!"
Su Xue rolled her eyes. "Cut it out. Just don't piss me off in the future."
Lin Feng carefully took a sip of the chicken soup and his eyes lit up. "It's delicious!" he exclaimed.
Su Xue nodded in satisfaction. "That's good. Drink more and don't waste it ~"
"Okay!" Lin Feng happily nodded and continued to eat. Su Xue stared at Lin Feng for a moment, then suddenly said, "What's wrong with you?
"You're feeling better?"
Lin Feng looked up blankly, a piece of chicken meat still in his mouth. "Huh?"
Su Xue harrumphed. "Do you really think I can't tell? You've been quiet these past two days. You must have something on your mind. I just didn't ask. You're just a little kid … What's there to be unhappy about?" Su Xue snorted.
Lin Feng nodded. ← → [Book? Reading Room?
No wonder Su Xue hadn't asked him to take over the livestream for the past two days. She'd noticed the change in his mood.
Lin Feng scratched his head. "Sister Xue …"
"You don't need to explain your problems to me," Su Xue cut him off with a wave of her hand. Then she looked at Lin Feng. "Have you thought things through yet?"
Even though she sounded like she didn't care, Su Xue couldn't hide the concern in her voice.
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Mhm."
… …
After dinner, Lin Feng returned to his bedroom.
Lin Feng sat at his desk and did his homework for a while. Then he put down his pen and lowered his head, thinking about something for a long time.
Finally, he turned on his laptop and clicked into a web browser. He opened up a few forums to take a look.
Basically, all League of Legends related forums and forums were discussing the ongoing S5 World Finals. Among them, a large portion of them were cursing the League of Legends. ← → [Book? Reading Room?
Even Team God, who had a record of 2 wins and 1 loss, was getting flamed.
You were able to beat Team Fate in the Midseason invitational, so how come you can't even beat them in the finals?
You've made so many mistakes!
You've gotten so full of yourself just because you won the Midseason championship!
As for the King Battle Team, who had always been at the forefront of public opinion, there was naturally no need to mention them. Tieba forums and forums were filled with abuse. Among them, the "Circle God" Tian Tian, who was the team's top laner, was the one who was cursed the most harshly.
Nowadays, no one dared to call him "Circle God" anymore.
Even if they did, their tone was full of mockery.
He was the number one top laner in the national server. His performance in all three matches of the group stage was a mess, and each match was worse than the last. What right did he have to brag that he was the uncrowned eighth king?
More like a tortoise!
At this time, the troll army had forgotten that the title of the "Eighth King" was never boasted by Tian Tian himself. Instead, they forcibly gave him the title. In fact, Tian Tian had been stressing anxiously that he did not deserve the title.
But now, no one cared about that.
Lin Feng's grip on his mouse tightened. He pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
… …
Lin Feng closed the webpage, lowered his head, and fell into silence.
He understood why the players' attitudes had changed so quickly. They had been cheering "Circle God" and "Circle God" just a moment ago, but now their words were more vicious than the last.
They were angry.
They couldn't accept this reality and lost their composure.
Add to that the haters who loved to see the world in chaos, and it turned into an unstoppable wave of insults.
But understanding didn't mean acceptance.
Because Lin Feng knew that right now, Fatty was in a state of panic, helplessness, sadness, and fear.
Lin Feng lowered his head, but his fists were already clenched.
As the number one top laner in the country, it was inevitable that he would receive countless praises and all kinds of halos on top of his head.
Those halos were glory, but they were also a heavy burden.
Since you enjoyed this kind of glory, then whether you wanted to accept it or not, you had to shoulder the corresponding heavy responsibility.
That was the ardent hope of countless players.
The expectant gazes of millions of people.
When all that stuff is on top of you, you can't breathe.
You shouldered such a heavy responsibility and struggled to move forward step by step under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people. All people could see was the dazzling halo above your head, but they couldn't see that every single footprint behind you was filled with bitterness and sweat.
"As a pro player, you need to be able to withstand as much praise as you can bear."
At the end of the S1 season finals, Lin Feng's most respected senior had told him this in an understated manner.
But at that time, because he couldn't accept the cruel reality, he fell into endless remorse and didn't listen to these words.
Now it came back to him.
He wanted to say the same thing to Fatty, who was currently in the world finals.
But right now, he didn't have Fatty's contact information in London, England.
So, after a long silence, Lin Feng finally made a decision.
He took out his phone, dialed a string of numbers that he hadn't used in years, and pressed the dial button.
Du — — Du — — Du — —
The call connected.
A lazy male voice sounded on the other side of the phone:
"Hello? Hello, hello, who is this? "
Lin Feng subconsciously scratched his head, a rare moment of nervousness and embarrassment, he didn't know what to say. After a long time, he weakly said:
"Senior, it's me."
The male voice on the other side of the phone paused, then laughed playfully:
"Oh, it's you."
"I thought you'd never make this call in this life."
— — The author has something to say.
Seems like the high energy is just the beginning. Sure enough, my prediction failed again.
The next chapter will be more troublesome, so it will be later. I'll try to update around 10: 30.
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