Rise

In the afternoon in London, the rain gradually stopped.

It is still late at night in China.

The final result of the finals came from London's Wembley Stadium, as if there was a lag, and it took a long time before it finally exploded among League of Legends players around the world.

The whole network was shaken.

Countless related posts and news reports have completely overwhelmed all major social media platforms.

The staff of major e-sports media worked overtime overnight to rush out articles one after another, and countless shocking headlines caught people's attention——

"Shock! In the final game of SSK, the trickster enchantress dominated the game! 》

"3 to 2, the LCK's strongest team reversed its life-and-death situation and continued its undefeated dynasty! 》

"God-The hand of God finally failed in front of the real God. 》

"When the god-level Ryze meets the legendary LeBlanc, the battle between green leaves and red flowers begins. 》

"Who else can stop Han Shihao!" 》

"The pattern of four emperors and seven kings will be broken from now on, a detailed analysis of the new pattern of the future e-sports circle!" 》

"Where does the future of LPL go? 》

Among them, the players and netizens in the European, American and Taiwanese servers and the wild card division were naturally just watching the excitement, marveling at such an unpredictable and amazing result.

The players and fans of the Korean Net have already started a grand celebration.

In comparison——

The LPL division of the national server is filled with silence.

It was a truly heart-stopping silence, as if it was so heavy and oppressive that even the air would freeze, and it no longer had any of its usual vitality.

And in this quiet atmosphere like a pool of stagnant water...

It seems that there are more dangerous storms of negative emotions that are slowly brewing.

Lecheng Internet Cafe, Nanzhou City, Fujian Province.

Xia Ziyou's eyes were already red from crying.

Still reaching out to wipe away tears, sobbing:

"Why...I've lost everything—"

"It's obvious that we're just a little bit close to winning, and we're just a little bit close to being the champion."

These words spoke to the thoughts of other players and guests in the Internet cafe lobby. A college student who looked like a frequent visitor to the Internet cafe gritted his teeth and punched the computer table next to him, making a loud "bang" sound. It makes people feel pain for that fist when they hear it:

"Grass!"

Mu Qiu, who is the network administrator of an Internet cafe, raised her eyes and looked over:

"Hey, hey, hold it tight."

"If you break it, you'll have to pay for it."

The college student guest blushed and scratched his neck: "If it breaks, I'll pay for it! I'm so rich!"

Mu Qiu met the other party's angry gaze with a cold expression:

"Take it easy then."

"If you smash ten or eight tables, can you help God get the championship back or something?"

The college student guest was suffocated and then lowered his head:

"I just can't get angry, and my heart is filled with panic——"

At this time, among the crowd that was originally gathered in front of the LCD screen in the competition area, some guests had turned around and were about to leave, but were quickly stopped by their companions:

"Hey, what are you doing? Didn't you agree to stay up all night?"

The guest who was stopped didn't even look back and muttered:

"Still staying up all night!"

"God has lost, just playing with yarn."

"It's boring, I'm quitting this game!"

The other Internet cafe guests looked at each other with heavy expressions on their faces. Some of the older guests shook their heads and sighed:

"That's right. Fighting like this... is really boring."

"I am an old player who got into the game at the end of Season 2. I have been waiting for the LPL world championship for so many years. I thought I would be able to wait until this year."

"It's like this every year, one disappointment after another."

"There is no championship this year, so this game is almost dying in China."

"Same for me. I have been working in society since I was in college, and all my dreams... have been almost completely wiped out. It's time to return to reality in the future."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Mu Qiu looked at the backs of the guests at her Internet cafe who were leaving one after another. There was no change in expression on her face, only the look in her eyes turned slightly cold.

Xia Ziyou next to her finally stopped sobbing, sniffed, and looked up at Mu Qiu:

"Are you going back to work?"

Mu Qiu took a deep breath and for the first time said something that even he himself had never thought of:

"Not urgent."

"If you're okay, play two ranked games with me."

Xia Ziyou's eyes suddenly widened in surprise:

"Eh?"

…

Fujian Province, a small town next to Xiamen City.

In the softly lit convenience store, several junior high school boys had red eyes.

They are also unable to accept the final defeat of the God team.

After all, being only one step away from the championship, but being overturned by the opponent's Korean team in the final game, such a blow is extremely huge and heavy for any die-hard LPL fan player.

Zhou Mo looked at the children in front of him worriedly and wanted to say something to comfort them.

And Zhang Xin suddenly wiped away the tears on his face and stood up:

"Walk!"

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhang Xin:

"where to?"

Zhang Xin pursed his lips: "Internet cafe!"

After answering this sentence, he looked at the other friends, and his expression became extremely serious:

"God lost, we LPL cannot admit defeat!"

"It's just...just a failure today! There is also a new season ahead!"

"We will work hard to improve ourselves. In a year or two, when we are good enough, we will sign up for youth training!"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes:

"If it doesn't work one year, then another."

"As long as we work hard -"

"The championship will be ours one day!"

The words spoken by young people always seem a bit childish. If you want to carefully study the probability of a professional player among ordinary players, the difficulty of improving from a passerby to a youth training player, and even the elusive championship trophy, it will be easy. Come to the conclusion that such words are nothing more than an unrealistic dream.

But following Zhang Xin's words, the eyes of several other friends lit up one by one, and they also stood up abruptly:

"good!"

"All night tonight, I want to get to Platinum One!"

"God played well, we can't fall behind!!"

Several junior high school boys encouraged each other and patted each other on the shoulders. Zhang Xin turned to look at Zhou Mo:

"Brother Mo, let's go first."

Zhou Mo looked at Zhang Xin and several other friends, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded:

"come on."

Several teenagers left in a hurry, their running figures stretched continuously under the street lights.

Looking at the young people's leaving figures, Zhou Mo's eyes flashed with warmth, then he lowered his head, looked at his palm, and squeezed it gently.

…

Wembley Stadium, player lounge.

The staff were still doing the final tidying up, and God's team members sat blankly on the chairs in the lounge, with their heads lowered and saying nothing.

The atmosphere is oppressive and solid.

A soft sound was heard, and the door to the lounge was pushed open.

Number One walked in.

Everyone in the room, including several God members, subconsciously looked up at Number One who walked into the room:

"senior--"

No. 1's eyes swept over everyone in the room casually, and then spoke:

"rest assured."

"I'm not here to comfort you."

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