Chapter 170.1: 52 hours, 59 minutes, 57 seconds. (1/2)
The audience was very satisfied with the opening game.
Many people sighed emotionally as they left the scene. “How great would it be if this were the globals!”
Yeah, if this was a normal competition, and if this was the stage of the global finals, how crazy would the China competition zone that had won the championship be?
FTW was the old Glory overlord who’d been declining for three years. If they could bring out their old brilliance again, not just the old fans, but even new fans would all be filled with emotion and burst into tears.
“Don’t panic! Close is coming back soon, and Quiet is so great. This year can’t be a bad year!”
“I want to watch them win…”
“I want to see them hammer the whole world and take the world cup that belongs to the China competition zone!”
Just saying that was enough to make some people’s eyes grow red.
It had been a full three years of their hopes, would they get what they wanted this year?
While the fans were overwhelmed with emotion, one of the parties involved was nestling in the van. His head was drooping slightly, and the ends of his hair brushed against the back of his neck; the contrast between the hair and the color of his skin made it appear even paler than the light outside.
He was holding his cell phone, and the faint light from the screen illuminated the smile at the corner of his lips. “Captain, those ten light arcs were too handsome!”
“Captain~ Why are you so amazing!”
“Ahh, I like you a little more every day/”
“Oh, that’s not right, I love you a little more every day.”
“I miss you…”
Amidst Wei Little Xiao’s spoilt act that was filling up the screen like scrolling comments, Lu Feng only used four words to make him blush and his heart pound, “I miss you too.”
Wei Xiao’s fingers trembled. He wished he could just paste his cell phone against his heart, as though it could allow the other party to hear his heartbeat.
There weren’t many people in the car. It was just Chen Feng and Xiang Liu, and these two didn’t want to turn around at all, not wanting to eat any dog food.
The opening game had been a great success, and there were corresponding interviews in each competition zone.
The South Korean competition zone was a little bit downcast. The host looked at the frosty cold God Kim and was very cautious with his questions, “The Temple…”
Kim Sung-hyun sneered.
The host felt a dark cloud hovering over their head and quickly switched topics.
Unexpectedly, Kim Sung-hyun spoke himself, “I will participate in this year’s single player competition. Thank you everyone for your love and attention.”
This was no different from dropping a declaration of war.
This performance competition had really aggravated Kim Sung-hyun. First, the Shining Gold Temple had abused him until he ended up running around like a headless fly, and then he’d been the first one to fall in the finals circle (melon-seed eating anchor: am I not a person?!), and he’d also suffered Old Shit’s cold cynicism in the field of death…
One thing after another stacked up, leaving our Proud Flower Kim with no way to vent!
He had to get even. He had to beat up Close in the global competition, kick Old Dog Yuan flying, oh, and he would also shoot Little Lunatic Wei full of enough holes that he’d turn into a sieve!
This mood remained until he went off stage, and Li Heran handed him an apple.
Biting into the crunchiness calmed Kim Sung-hyun’s mood down slightly. “Brother, let’s go over the information for the big brawl when we get back.”
Li Heran: “Mm.”
Kim Sung-hyun took a light breath. He didn’t need to say the words out loud, but he believed that Li Heran understood.
The waves at the back were too fierce; if the waves at the front didn’t try their best, they may really end up dead on the beach.
The interviews in the European competition zone were quite troublesome.
The two who had the best results had already left the stage, arrogantly paying no heed to anyone else.
Their interview?
Yan Jiang: “……” There was nothing to say.
Xie He: “I lost.” The implication behind the words was, there was no need to interview, since he hadn’t gotten first place.
The two of them didn’t look at each other any more than necessary before each returning to their own van to head back to their own places.
Xie He had come with his coach, an extremely rarely seen woman in the professional arena.
Haley wasn’t wearing EVE’s uniform. She was dressed in a Chanel dress that outlined her graceful and sexy figure. Her curled hair drifted down her back, and her red lips parted as she fluently spoke in Chinese, “Wei Xiao, FTW’s new jungler. Two years ago, he became famous overnight in the China competition zone’s youth training camp and was then noticed by Close. He left before signing the contract, then left the professional circle for two years, only returning at the start of the year. In winter training camp…”
She steadily explained Wei Xiao’s details clearly and thoroughly, even including his achievements in the winter training camp.
Xie He listened without saying a word. When she was done, he leaned back against the seat.
Haley: “In terms of personal strength, FTW has…”
Xie He picked up the thread of the conversation. “Another Close?”
Haley: “Yes.”
Xie He seldom smiled. Normally, his kindest expression was just a hint of warmth in his eyes. But at this moment, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were fierce. “He isn’t Close.”
The atmosphere at Y1 was even lower than that of EVE.
Yan Jiang didn’t say a single word on the way back, and the manager didn’t dare to ask anything. He could only sit honestly at the front of the van, anxious and nervous.
Damn it!
What kind of stupid competition system was this!
What a bullshit opening game!
The bastard competition committee was inhuman!
Had the competition committee ever considered their feelings when they used Yan Jiang for entertainment!
It clearly wasn’t a mode that was suited for support player participation, but they insisted on having Yan Jiang go.
Great…
Looking at what Yan Jiang had experienced throughout the entire opening game, the manager had no way to imagine how the person behind him felt.
This man had always had an unpredictable character. Now…
Ah, how was he supposed to coax him?!
Yan Jiang finally spoke his first sentence since the end of the opening game when they reached the base, “Help me look for something.”
With Y1’s manager’s current mood, he wished he could pluck both the stars and the moon out of the sky for him. “Tell me.”
Yan Jiang: “All of Quiet’s game replays.”
The manager: “……”
Yan Jiang had already headed towards the individual training rooms.
By the time Wei Xiao returned to the base, it was already 12PM. Lu Feng had also returned to the hotel.
How could sending text messages be enough? Wei Xiao gave him a voice call after washing up.