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The big word "victory" on the electronic display was extremely dazzling, and both the players, coaches, and fans at the scene were extremely excited.

Yunhui HWG advanced to this year's summer finals with a dazzling score of 4:1.

"Take your arms, you did it beautifully, that last wave was so damn cool!" Yuanfeng licked his sweat-soaked hair, his face full of excitement. The assistant and shooter were in the same position. Yuanfeng put his foot on the ground and turned the gaming chair close to Song Cian. He held Song Cian's neck with one hand and took off the earphones with the other hand.

Compared to the excitement and joy of Yunhui HWG, the atmosphere of Wuyue CQG on the other side of the competition stage seemed particularly solemn.

This game not only means that they will miss the finals and win the championship, but it also means that this game will be the last game for their five-person team. Some will retire, some will transfer, and some will continue to love and stand tenaciously on this stage.

If the spring breeze feels pity for the flowers, can it allow me to be young again?

If the spring breeze takes pity on the flowers, can it allow them to be young again?

In the e-sports arena, championship and age are always hurdles that cannot be overcome. The five members of Wu Yue's CQG team are already a bit older. Their best result after two years of playing together was only runner-up, and they have stopped in runner-up more than once. It's unclear whether it's a lack of strength or luck.

However, in the e-sports arena, the ending is always not satisfactory, whether it is a champion player with many honors, or a player who has worked hard for many years but still has not achieved his dream. .

No five-man team can last forever. They have defeated countless peaks that have never been touched by others. They have fought side by side with their best teammates for many years, and that is enough.

Five people from Yunhui HWG stood up and lined up to go to Wuyue CQG on the other side to shake hands after the game.

"Let's go." Yuanfeng retracted his initial laughter, and there was no expression on his face. Yuanfeng is 22 years old this year. As a professional e-sports player, his career does not last long.

When someone loses on the field, someone will win. When someone is sad, someone will naturally be happy.

The temperature of the stadium had already dropped, but he couldn't suppress the rising temperature inside because he won the game.

"Brothers, you did a great job!" The coach adjusted his glasses, with a happy look on his face, and a little sure that I knew he would win.

"Brothers are still amazing." Yuanfeng on the side regained his mean and playful smile at some point, and said eloquently, "That Beiyu, that Huanhuai, that Xingyuan, that Jiuyi, it's just too much It’s fierce.”

No one is missing, the main thing is a bowl of water.

The coach smiled and waved his hand, telling everyone to rest first, "You are the only one with a poor mouth."

"Hehe, isn't this the truth?" Yuanfeng laughed twice.

The coach went to the post-game interview and everyone sat in the dugout to rest. Bei Yu leaned against Song Ci'an. Due to sweat, the hairstyle done by the stylist had fallen apart, and even after Bei Yu stretched out his hand to scratch his head, a few hairs stood up.

The replay of the last game was being played on the computer in the lounge. Although he won the last game, the victory was very dangerous. The coach was not here, so everyone was eating fruit and watching the review. No one spoke, not even Yuanfeng, who was always laughing and joking to adjust the atmosphere.

Bei Yu adjusted his angle and wrapped his fingers unconsciously around Song Ci'an's hand. His eyes were not on the game, but on the place next to the computer, somewhat distracted, obviously thinking about other things.

"What's wrong?" Song Ci'an noticed Bei Yu's state and asked.

"It's okay." Bei Yu shook his head. Song Cian squeezed Bei Yu's entangled hand very gently, obviously trying to comfort Bei Yu and tell him not to worry.

Winning the game is a happy thing. The finals will be held ten days later, and the opponent is the familiar Yuanchu QZG. That is a very strong team, and fans, viewers, commentators... all think so.

Seeing all the congratulations and cheers on the live broadcast barrage, Beiyu smiled and said thank you everyone for your support and your hard work in the finals.

Not only Beiyu, but also the five starting players and coaches of Yunhui HWG started a live broadcast after winning the game. The voices of the six people in the small room were heard one after another, including Yuanfeng and Beiyu's jokes about you despising me and I despise you. It was quite lively.

This is not a game live broadcast, it is just a live broadcast benefit for fans after winning the game. It was proposed by coach Sky in advance. Everyone has no objections to the fact that they won the live broadcast of the game, and they are very happy that they can even mix the live broadcast time.

After the game, I returned to the club and it was still boring training matches, replays, training rooms, replays...even more difficult than before.

……

"Can't sleep?" Song Cian asked, looking at Bei Yu who was turning around beside him.

The two confirmed their relationship, and even in the August weather, they still did not separate.

Bei Yu turned over and faced Song Ci'an. Her beautiful eyes were astonishingly bright against the moonlight, but at the moment they were filled with worry and concern.

"Yeah." Bei Yu responded, more like a breath coming from his nose, with a hazy feeling.

"Don't worry." Song Cian reached out and covered the quilt that fell on his lap after being kicked by Bei Yu.

Bei Yu threw away his quilt, picked up Song Ci'an's quilt and got in. The air conditioner is on in the room, so two people don't feel hot even if they are next to each other.

The finals will be held the day after tomorrow, and we will leave for the competition venue tomorrow.

"I can't sleep, I think I have a little insomnia." Bei Yu nestled in Song Cian's arms, raised his head, and stared at Song Cian closely with his bright eyes.

The curtains in the bedroom were not fully drawn, and the vaguely white moonlight shone in from the uncurtained window and fell on the face of the person in front of him, with a psychedelic color.

"I remember when I played in the finals for the first time, I was so excited and looking forward to it the night before the finals that I stayed up most of the night. In the end, I was afraid of affecting the next day's game and forced myself to fall asleep."

"I wasn't worried at all when I played for the first time, because I knew we would definitely win the championship." The man in his arms smiled confidently, which was actually scorching under the cold moonlight.

Song Ci'an had watched all Beiyu's game videos, and naturally knew the finals he was talking about.

That finals game lasted all seven games, and the game was extremely exciting. At that time, the talented youngster won championships one after another when he was just starting out, and the young man's talent overflowed the screen. With the courage of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, he competed against experienced veterans on the stage of the finals without losing the slightest disadvantage. Finally, he and his teammates won the trophy, opening their e-sports era.