In the afternoon in London, the rain gradually stopped.

It's still late at night in China.

The final result of the finals from the Wembley Stadium in London seemed to have lag, and it was not until a long time later that it finally exploded among League of Legends players all over the world.

The entire network vibrates.

Countless related topics and news reports have completely spread the major social media platforms.

The staff of major e-sports media worked overtime overnight to rush out articles, and countless shocking titles attracted attention.

"Shock! SSK's decisive game of tricks dominates the entire audience!"

"3-2, the strongest LCK team reverses the life and death game, and continues the unbeaten dynasty!"

"God-The Hand of God, and finally defeated before the real God."

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

"Who else can stop Han Shihao!"

"The pattern of the Four Emperors and Seven Kings, breaking from now on, and a detailed explanation of the new pattern of the future e-sports circle!"

"Where is the future of LPL?"

Among them, players and netizens in the European, American and Taiwanese servers and wild card competition areas are naturally just watching the fun, and are amazed at such an unpredictable and amazing result.

Korean Internet players and fans have already started a grand celebration.

In comparison

The LPL division of the national server is only dead silent.

It is really a dead silence that makes people feel palpitations, as if they are so heavy that even the air is about to solidify, no longer as much as the vitality of the usual days.

And in such a quiet atmosphere like a stagnant pool of water

It seems that there are even more dangerous storms of negative emotions that are constantly accumulating and slowly brewing.

Fujian Province, Nanzhou City, Lecheng Internet Casino.

Xia Ziyou's eyes were already crying red, and she was still reaching out to wipe her tears and sobbing:

"Why did you lose all this?"

"I almost won a little bit, but I almost won a championship."

These words expressed what other players and guests in the Internet cafe hall thought. A regular customer who looked like a college student gritted his teeth and punched the computer desk next to him, making a loud "bang" sound, making people feel pain for the fist:

"Grass!"

Mu Qiu, who is an Internet cafe, looked up:

"Hey, keep it a little."

"It will cost you money if you smash it."

The college student's guest blushed and his face was thick and his neck was: "If it is broken, I will compensate you! I'm so rich!"

Mu Qiu looked cold and met the other party's angry gaze:

"Then keep it a little too."

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

The college student's guest was suffocated and then bowed his head down:

"I was just angry and felt very upset."

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

"Hey, why? Didn't you agree to be all night long?"

The caller didn't look back and said in a quiet voice:

"It's all night long!"

"God lost, play with yarn."

"It's boring, I'll let go of this game!"

The other Internet cafe guests looked at each other, and their faces showed heavy expressions. Some of them looked at the old customers, shook their heads and sighed:

"That's right, it's really boring to fight like this."

"I am an old player who got into the trap at the end of S2. I have been waiting for the LPL world champion for so many years. I thought I could wait for this year."

“It’s like this every year, and it’s disappointing to be repeated once and once.”

"There is no championship this year, and this game is almost cold in the country."

"So too. Since I was in college, I have been working in society. My dreams have been almost completely wiped out. I should return to reality in the future."

The crowd gradually dissipated.

Mu Qiu looked at the backs of his Internet cafe guests leaving one after another, and there was no change in expression on his face, only the eyes in his 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 said something he never thought of:

"No hurry."

"If you're fine, please play two ranks with me."

Xia Ziyou's eyes were suddenly surprised and wide:

“Eh?”

Fujian Province, a small town next to Xiamen City.

In the convenience store with soft lights, the eyes of several junior high school boys were red.

They are also unacceptable to the final defeat of God's team.

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

Zhou Mo looked at the children in front of him with concern, wanting to say something to comfort him.

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

"Walk!"

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

“Where to go?”

Zhang Xin pursed his lips: "Internet cafe!"

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

"God lost, our LPL cannot admit defeat!"

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

"We also work hard to practice and improve ourselves. In another year or two, we will sign up for youth training when our level is enough!"

As he said that, he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a blazing fighting spirit:

"If you don't have a year, you'll have another year."

“As long as we work hard”

"The championship will be ours one day!"

The words of young people always seem a little childish. If you want to carefully examine the probability of a professional player among ordinary players, the difficulty of improving from passers-by to youth training players, and even the endless championship trophy, you will easily come to a conclusion that such words are just an unrealistic dream.

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

"good!"

"I'm going to get Platinum One all night tonight!"

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

Several junior high school boys patted each other's shoulders with encouragement, and Zhang Xin turned to look at Zhou Mo:

"Brother Mo, then we'll leave 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, and their running figures were constantly stretched under the street lights.

Looking at the young people's departure, warmth flashed in Zhou Mo's eyes, then lowered his head, looked at his palm, and clenched it gently.

Wembley Stadium, Players' Lounge.

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

The atmosphere suppresses solidification.

Hearing a light sound, the door of the lounge was pushed open.

No. 1 walked in.

Everyone in the room, including several God team members, subconsciously looked up at No. 1 who walked into the house:

"senior"

No. 1 glanced casually and swept across the people in the house, and then spoke:

"rest assured."

"I'm not here to comfort you."

The update is here, there should be two updates today. Let’s go and continue to write. The next chapter is before 11 o’clock.
Chapter completed!