That night, Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao went home again.

Under the soft and dim street lights, Tang Bingyao walked seriously and focused with her small schoolbag on her back, step by step on the stone bricks on the ground, carefully avoiding the connection gap between the stone bricks. Sometimes she was a little unstable and shaking left and right a few times, and then immediately stretched out her hands to maintain balance, and her movements looked cute.

Lin Feng walked beside him and looked at Tang Bingyao's actions. He commented:

"It seems to be the operation of walking with skateboard shoes."

Xiao Tang jumped off the last stone brick lightly, nodded with satisfaction, and looked back at Lin Feng:

"What you said today is very morale."

Lin Feng laughed and waved his fist: "Yes, I'm very awesome!"

Tang Bingyao commented: "The last sentence 'I' is still here' is also a domineering feeling."

As she said that, she looked at Lin Feng again and suddenly said:

"What about your former teammate 'Yong Shen'?"

I asked again one sentence.

For the members of the Thirteen High School E-sports Club, they have a finale like Lin Feng. As long as Lin Feng is there, there will be no worries.

But Tian Tian, ​​who is in the KG team and in the World Finals, has no companions to rely on.

His current KG teammates are in a bad mentality, and as the top laner in the national server, he should be the support of others in the eyes of countless people.

There was no one behind him.

However, in fact, he is the object who needs to be comforted and protected the most.

Listening to Tang Bingyao's extremely direct question, Lin Feng looked sunny:

“Hahaha, don’t worry ~”

"I have a number myself."

This time, Lin Feng did not choose to avoid the question. When he said this, his eyes were flashing with an extremely serious light.

...

"Sister Xue, I'm back!"

When he got home, he took out the key and opened the door. Lin Feng shouted happily while entering the slippers.

"Come back, come back, why are you yelling—" Su Xue's unhappy voice came from the kitchen, and then he saw anchor Su walking out of the kitchen with an apron and thick insulation gloves on his hands.

Putting the casserole carefully on the dining table, Su Xue reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist, and then pushed a few strands of hair apart, then looked up at Lin Feng:

"I'm back so early today?"

"Oh, because I'm hungry!" Lin Feng answered while sitting at the table without hesitation, curiously put his head up to look at the covered casserole. He sniffed it and was surprised: "It smells so good!"

"That's right, sister, what kind of food I cook is not delicious!" Su Xue was proud and waved her hand: "Go and wash your hands quickly, and you can start eating!"

Five minutes later, at the dinner table, Lin Feng was eating delicious food with relish on his face. Su Xue, who was sitting opposite him, reminded:

"It took several hours to drink soup and stew chicken soup specifically for you!"

Lin Feng looked up and looked moved: "Sister Xue, you are so nice to me!"

Su Xue rolled her eyes: "Stop coming, just make me angry less in the future."

After serving a bowl of chicken soup, Lin Feng tried to take a sip carefully and then his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"

Su Xue nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, don't waste it if you drink more~"

"Okay!" Lin Feng responded happily and continued to move happily, while Su Xue looked at Lin Feng for a while and suddenly said:

"Are you in a better mood?"

Lin Feng raised his head blankly, still holding a piece of chicken leg meat in his mouth: "Hmm?"

Su Xue hummed: "I really think you Sister Xue, I can't tell you... I've been a little dull when I see you coming back these two days. I must have had some worries. I just didn't ask too much, and the little brat is...Where are so unhappy?"

Lin Feng suddenly realized.

No wonder Su Xue didn't ask him to help him live on the shift these two days. It turned out that he had carefully noticed his mood changes.

Lin Feng grabbed his hair: "Sister Xue..."

"You don't need to explain your affairs to me," Su Xue waved her hand indifferently and then looked at Lin Feng: "But have you figured out what's going on now?"

Although he didn't care, Su Xue's tone still had some unconcealable concern in her tone.

Lin Feng paused, then nodded seriously:

"Um."

...

After dinner, Lin Feng returned to his bedroom room.

Sitting at the table for a while to do homework, Lin Feng put down his pen again, lowered his head, and thought about something in a daze for a long time.

Then he turned on his laptop, controlled his mouse and clicked on the web browser, and opened a few forums to read.

Basically, all the post bars and forums related to League of Legends are discussing the ongoing S5 World Finals, and a large part of them are scolding.

Even God's team, with 2 wins and 1 loss in the record, was criticized for being terrible.

You could clearly beat the Fate team in the mid-season invitational tournament, but now you can't beat it in the finals?

So many mistakes and flaws!

It just expanded after winning the midseason championship!

As for the KG team, which has always been at the forefront of public opinion, there is almost a lot of abuse on the forum. Among them, Tian Tian, ​​the "Yuan Shen" who is the top laner of the team, was scolded the most fiercely and the most miserable one.

Now no one continues to call the name "Yuan Shen".

Even if there is, it still has a tone of ridicule.

He was the top laner of the national server. He performed in all three games in the group stage, and he was worse than the other. What qualifications do you have to brag about being the uncrowned eighth king?

The turtle is almost the same!?

At this time, the navy trolls forgot that the title of "Eighth King" was never hyped by Tian Tian himself, but they took the initiative to force the latter to install it, and the latter even kept nervously and anxiously emphasizing that he was not worthy of the title.

But no one cares about this now.

Lin Feng subconsciously clasped the mouse a little, pursing his lips without saying anything.

...

After closing these web pages, Lin Feng lowered his head and fell into silence.

He understood why the attitudes of these Chinese server players changed so quickly. He was obviously shouting "Yuan Shen" and "Yuan Shen" excitedly before, but now he spoke more viciously than the other.

This is furious.

Unable to accept this reality and become angry and lose one's composure.

In addition, some navy trolls who are afraid of the world will be in chaos have led the rhythm, and it has evolved into the current wave of insults that cannot be stopped.

But understanding does not mean accepting.

Because Lin Feng also knew that the fat man was in a panic, helpless, sad and scared mood at this moment.

Lin Feng lowered his head, but he had already clenched his fists little by little.

As the top laner of the national server today, it will inevitably usher in countless praises and various halos imposed on the head.

Those halos are honor, but also heavy pressure.

Since you have enjoyed such honors, no matter whether you are willing to accept it or not, you must take the corresponding heavy responsibility.

That is the ardent hope of countless Chinese server players.

The anticipated eyes of hundreds of millions of people.

When all that stuff is pressed on you alone, you will be breathless.

You carry such a heavy responsibility and struggle step by step under the gaze of the crowd. All you can see is the dazzling halo above your head, but you can't see every footprint behind you, full of sadness and sweat.

"As a professional player, the greater the praise you can withstand, the greater the slander you need to withstand."

This sentence was told to him lightly at the end of the S1 season finals. The senior Lin Feng respected and admired the most.

But at that time, he was already trapped in endless self-blame and regret because he could not accept such cruel reality, and did not hear this sentence at all.

Now he remembered it again.

He wanted to say this sentence to the fat man who is currently in the World Finals field.

But now he does not have the contact information of Fat Man who is far away in London, England.

So, after a long silence, Lin Feng finally made a decision.

He took out his cell phone, pressed a string of numbers that had not been used for several years, and then pressed the dial button.

Dou-Dou-Dou-Dou-

The phone is connected.

A lazy male voice rang out from the other end of the microphone:

"Hey? Who are you?"

Lin Feng subconsciously grabbed his hair, and was a little nervous and embarrassed and didn't know how to speak. He spoke weakly after a while:

"Senior, it's me."

The man on the other end of the phone paused and then laughed:

"Oh, you."

"I thought you would never make this call in this life."
Chapter completed!