Rise

Chapter 1882 Moving forward with a heavy load

? Lin Feng stayed in the rooms of several seniors until very late.

Perhaps after tonight, no one else will know the content of the subsequent conversation except the five people in this hotel room.

Because it matters a lot.

It may even affect or even determine the future of professional e-sports in the national server.

There are too many relationships and involvements.

And it is precisely such an important and even heavy burden that only concerns a few people in this hotel room.

Or rather——

Maybe it just takes one person to accept and face it.

It's getting late into the night.

Lin Feng walked out of the hotel room and closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then when he turned around, he was suddenly stunned because unexpectedly, in the corridor next to the door, a familiar girl was standing with her hands behind her back. , standing quietly against the wall.

As if waiting for something.

It also seemed like I had been waiting for a long time.

Lin Feng came back to his senses, still a little confused: "Why are you here, Baozi?" He looked around and said, "Where is Sister Xiaowu?"

The girl turned her head and looked over, explaining:

"Sister Xue just called. She asked Sister Xiaowu to have supper. She just left."

Lin Feng understood:

"You didn't go with us?"

The girl stuck out her tongue: "I'm not going, I'm going to lose weight."

Someone looked up and down at the childhood sweetheart in front of him, and frowned: "You are so thin, why should you lose weight? You just had surgery, so you should be able to replenish your body."

The girl curled her lips: "Only straight men like you don't understand girls' requirements for figures."

"I don't understand..." Lin Feng scratched his head, looked at the empty and silent corridor, and then at the girl in front of him: "Why are you staying outside alone?"

An Xin shook his head and explained casually:

"without.

"It's a little hot in the room. I can't sleep, so I came out for some air."

Lin Feng nodded and said "Oh".

The atmosphere between the two became slightly quieter, and An Xin looked up at Lin Feng and then at the door someone had just closed: "Have you finished talking to the seniors?"

Lin Feng said "hmm" and the girl pursed her lips and did not continue to ask.

And someone seemed to have thought of something:

"Oh, you and Sister Xiaowu just-"

The girl laughed: "It's okay, we just chatted for a few words. It's a topic between girls."

It seemed as if it had been carried away so lightly and deftly.

The conversation seemed to have stopped again at this point, and the atmosphere in the corridor fell into silence again.

After a while, An Xin looked at Lin Feng and suddenly asked:

"Have you forgotten what you made an appointment with before?"

Lin Feng was slightly startled when he heard:

"What's the appointment?"

Then he saw the girl in front of him wrinkle her nose in a rare way, looking a little cute and cute, and reminded in a dissatisfied tone: "For half a year -"

Someone finally woke up:

"Oh, yes-"

"Limited to LPL."

The girl finally nodded with satisfaction and looked at the childhood sweetheart in front of her with wide eyes:

"It hasn't changed, has it?"

Lin Feng nodded vigorously without hesitation:

"certainly."

"Before LPL, I worked hard on my own. After LPL, you help me."

An Xin showed a happy smile: "Well, so you must work hard until I come to help you."

Lin Feng also laughed:

"Um."

"It's been agreed."

The girl stuck out her tongue at someone again: "As long as you haven't forgotten, okay, I'm going back to the house to sleep, and you should go back and rest early."

After saying that, he returned to the next door, swiped the card and opened the door. The girl before entering the house paused again and waved to someone:

"Good night~"

Lin Feng smiled and waved: "Good night."

…

Returning to his room, Lin Feng closed the door and just walked into the room. He saw Zeng Rui on the other bed already asleep. At this time, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and turned on the screen to take a look. Another text message from An Xin:

"Good night!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but smile and typed a reply:

"Good night."

However, he turned off his cell phone and threw it on his bed. Instead of sitting down by the bed, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the room and stared blankly at the night view of Manchester City outside the window.

The words that several seniors said to him just now in the next room seemed to still echo in his ears.

A lot about the several motion proposals on that document.

A lot of planning and arrangements need to be done next year.

About the responsibility he carries.

About a lot.

He listened to everything silently and took note of everything carefully without missing a beat.

But what really stuck in his mind the most were the last words said by several seniors before he left:

"To tell you this, and to show you these things, a few of us actually hesitated a little bit."

"I originally thought that...as a senior, I can help you with some things and help you carry it a little longer."

"After all, I just want to buy you a little more time."

"But now it seems that there is indeed not much time left for us and you."

"So, although I'm a little sorry, the pressure now must be placed on you. What we old guys can do is to put aside our old faces and roll up our sleeves and go out in person to fight with you for a few games."

"But, there are only so many games."

"The rest can only be solved by you and yourself."

"What your senior No. 2 said earlier is not very nice, but the truth is this. What we need now is not the belief that 'you have to carry it even if you can't bear it', but the guarantee that you must carry it even if you risk your life to get out."

"Behind you now is the future of China's professional e-sports."

"You take a step back."

"Everything behind you is irreversible."

"So you... must not retreat."

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes again.

The heavy and solemn words of several seniors still lingered in my ears.

Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, there were quiet and dim lights in the distance, but at this moment, Lin Feng suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen while wandering around on the Internet -

There is no such thing as quiet time.

It's just that someone is carrying the burden for you.

Lin Feng's hands suddenly clenched slightly into fists.

Some responsibility...

He should have taken it long ago.

…

The atmosphere inside the Hilton Hotel is quiet late at night.

The corridors on the sixth floor were deserted, because after the two days of training and competition, the training rooms were no longer as lively and noisy as they were during the day.

Perhaps starting from the main game of the group stage tomorrow, the training rooms here will be overcrowded again, but at least on the eve of the curtain, everyone went back to the house early to rest and recharge, preparing for tomorrow's game. Great war.

The elevator stopped at the sixth floor, and the elevator door opened with a ding.

Someone came out of the elevator.

Passed through the long corridor.

When he came to a training room, he stopped in front of the door. He reached out and turned the doorknob and pushed in. Unexpectedly, he was slightly startled to find that the bright light in the training room shone directly on his face.

Look away.

What I saw was a person sitting in front of an open computer, moving and typing alone, operating the keyboard and mouse. It turned out that he was still training alone at night like this.

Hearing the movement at the door, the man in front of the computer subconsciously turned his head to look.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

At the same time, he was slightly stunned.

There was a certain silence in the air.

Then.

Lin Feng stood up from the computer and looked at the person coming at the door. His tone seemed to be a casual invitation:

"Want a round?"

The visitor was silent.

Then he walked over and sat down in front of the computer opposite Lin Feng.

And then.

The SSK team's world's number one mid laner spoke indifferently and without emotion:

"Come."