Rise Chapter 2119: Disappointment and persistence

In the afternoon in London, the rain gradually ceased.

And the country is still late at night.

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

The whole network vibrates.

Countless posts on related topics and news reports have completely maxed out major social media platforms.

The staff of the major e-sports media worked overtime overnight to produce pieces of articles, and countless shocking titles were bloggers' eyeballs——

"Shocked! SSK decisive game, sorcery enchantress rules the audience! 》

"3 to 2, the life and death of LCK's strongest team is reversed, and the undefeated dynasty continues! 》

"God-God's hand, finally defeated in front of the real God. 》

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

"Who else can stop Han Shihao! 》

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

"Where is the future of LPL? 》

Among them, the players and netizens in the European and American Taiwan server and wild card competitions are more naturally just holding the mentality of watching the excitement, marveling at such an unexpected and amazing result.

The players and fans of the Korean Open have already begun a grand celebration carnival.

In contrast--

In the LPL division of the national service, there is only silence.

It's a dead silence that really makes the heart palpitating, as if it is so heavy that it is so depressed that even the air will freeze, and it's no longer the usual vitality.

And just under such a quiet atmosphere like a pool of stagnant water...

It seems that there are still more dangerous storms of certain negative emotions, which are constantly accumulating and slowly brewing.

Fujian Province, Nanzhou City, Lecheng Internet Cafe.

Xia Ziyou's eyes are already red from crying, and she is still reaching out her hands to wipe her tears and sobbing:

"Why... I lost all of this--"

"You can win by a little bit, you are almost the champion."

These words expressed the thoughts of other players and guests in the Internet cafe hall. A regular Internet cafe customer who looked like a college student gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the computer table next to him with a "bang" sound. The loud noise makes people feel pain for the fist:

"Grass!"

Mu Qiu, who is an Internet cafe manager, raised his eyes and looked over:

"Hey, keep it away."

"You can lose money if you break it."

The college student guest blushed and his neck was thick: "I will pay if it breaks! I have so much money!"

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

"Take it away, too."

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

The college student's guests were suffocated, and then they bowed their heads:

"I'm just furious, I'm so panicked--"

At this time, among the people who originally surrounded the LCD screen in the competition area, some of the guests had turned around and were about to leave, and they were hurriedly stopped by their companions:

"Hey, what are you doing, isn't it all night to say yes?"

The guest who was called did not turn his head back, and silently dropped a sentence:

"Fart all night!"

"God has lost, play with wool."

"It's boring, I'll just quit this game!"

The other Internet cafe guests looked at each other, with heavy expressions on their faces, some of them shook their heads and sighed as they looked at the young guests:

"That's right, playing like this...really boring."

"I am an old player who entered the pit at the end of S2. I have waited so many years for the LPL World Championship. I thought I could wait this year."

"It happens every year, one after another is disappointment."

"There is no championship this year. This game is almost cool in China."

"Me too, what dreams are you going to work in society until you play in college... It's almost wiped out, and it's time to return to reality in the future."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

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

Xia Ziyou next to you finally stopped sobbing, sniffed, and looked up at Muqiu:

"Are you going back to work?"

Mu Qiu took a deep breath, and said something unprecedented in his mind:

"No hurry."

"If you are okay, play with me two rankings."

Xia Ziyou's eyes widened when she heard it:

"Huh?"

……

Fujian Province, a small town next to Xiamen City.

In the softly lit convenience store, the eye circles of a few junior high school boys are all red.

It is also the result of unable to accept the final defeat of Team God.

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

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

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

"Go!"

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

"Where to go?"

Zhang Xin pursed his lips: "Internet cafe!"

In response to this sentence, he looked at the other friends, and his expression became extremely solemn:

"God lost, our LPL can't admit defeat!"

"It's just...a failure today! There is still the next new season!"

"We will work hard to improve ourselves. After one or two years, we will sign up for youth training when we have enough level!"

Speaking, he gritted his teeth, with a blazing fighting spirit in his eyes:

"If one year fails, then another year."

"As long as we work hard--"

"The championship, one day will be ours!"

The words spoken by young people always seem a little childish. If you want to study the probability of a professional player among ordinary players, the difficulty of upgrading from passers-by to youth training players, and even the indefinite championship trophy, It will easily come to the conclusion that such words are just 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 suddenly:

"Good!"

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

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

Several junior high school boys encouraged each other to clap their shoulders, and 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, and their running figures were constantly stretched under the street lights on the street.

While looking at the backs of the young people leaving, Zhou Mo's eyes flashed with warmth, then he lowered his head, looked at his palm, and gently clenched it.

……

Wembley Stadium, player lounge.

The staff are still doing the final tidying up. God's team members sit on the chairs in the lounge, bow their heads and say nothing.

The atmosphere is suppressed and solidified~IndoMTL.com~ There is a soft sound, and the door of the lounge is pushed open.

Number one walked in.

Everyone in the room, including several God players, subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the number one who entered the room:

"Senior--"

Number One glanced over the people in the house casually, and then spoke:

"Don't worry."

"I'm not here to comfort you."

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