Chapter 177.1: Yan Jiang took a breath and asked him,You arent thinking of buying FTW, are you?” (2/2)

One mountain couldn’t hold two tigers, not to mention two tigers from the Team of Gods.

If Close was a lively younger brother, he might be able to neutralize the atmosphere, but Close was even colder than Yan Jiang and more independent than Xie He. How could he neutralize the situation?

This was just exacerbating the conflict.

But, in reality, Close had used soloing to accompany Xie He to train up a unique thousand layers of clouds.

Kim Sung-hyun had also used his time soloing with Close to make him into a thief that all ADCs feared.

Yuan Ze’s death knight and Close’s hidden thief used to be Glory’s best top-jungler combination. They’d played out many wonderful operations and abused countless teams until they were bleeding all over.

There was also Yan Jiang…

Was there anyone who knew that Close’s nine light arcs had been mastered during the time spent double queueing with Yan Jiang?

The Team of Gods couldn’t play in the doubles competition.

They couldn’t let go of their pride and couldn’t cooperate with each other.

But they’d obtained an uncontestable 5v5 team competition championship.

Yan Jiang went to find Close.

At the time, Close was only 17 years old. His birthday was on Christmas Eve, so he would only turn 18 after Christmas.

17 years old was a very young age, but looking at the youth in front of him, it was hard for him to feel any sense of tenderness and immaturity from him.

He was born with impeccable features, but he never laughed.

His upbringing was obviously superior compared to that of ordinary people, and it made him seem even more out of tune with his surroundings.

He was silent and didn’t speak, and he never showed his happiness or anger. How was he anything like a young teenager? There were many adults who weren’t even as calm as he was.

Yan Jiang didn’t like him very much.

It was hard to like someone who was very similar to oneself.

“What are your plans for the future?” Yan Jiang asked him.

Close was silent for a while.

Yan Jiang’s voice was even as he told Close all about the current situation and what was going to happen. Although he felt that Close understood it all, as an older adult, he still made sure that everything was explained clearly.

At least for this moment, Yan Jiang had to regard him as a 17 year old youth, a minor.

Close listened quietly without interrupting him from the beginning to the end. He didn’t ask him anything.

It was rare for Yan Jiang to say so much, and he also felt a little irritated after talking: Close understood it all already, and he’d spoken of everything in such detail like an idiot.

“Me and Xie He are going to Europe. What about you?” Yan Jiang tossed this question at him.

Close suddenly raised his head. His pair of black eyes that had seemed to be forever unshakable showed a hint of anxiety.

Yan Jiang’s heart sank.

Close’s thin lips opened and closed, and he only said a single word after a long time, “Mm.”

It was an ambiguous response. There wasn’t a followup comment, statement, or expression of his own thoughts.

However, Yan Jiang wasn’t just anyone else.

Regarding something that even Yuan Ze could suspect, how could he not have thought of it?

Yan Jiang took a breath and asked him, “You aren’t thinking of buying FTW, are you?”

Close: “……”

Yan Jiang only felt that his breath was blocked in his throat, cooling down the words he spoke, “It’s not necessary.”

Like before, Close’s response was still a cold “Mm”.

Those words gushed up to his mouth, but Yan Jiang was ultimately still unable to say it out loud.

––It’s not necessary. No one is worth you paying out so much for.

Getting away hadn’t been easy, why go back?

Yan Jiang signed a transfer contract with WP more quickly than anyone had expected.

At the end, he sent Close a message, “There aren’t any endless feasts in this world.”

It took a long time before Close sent him back three words, “See you later.”

The FTW team loved soloing.

Every time someone lost, they would say ‘see you later’ to the other party.

These words filled up the WeChat message boxes for the four people, Yuan Ze, Xie He, Kim Sung-hyun and Close.

Only Yan Jiang never soloed with them, so he’d never received this message before.

See you later.

How would they see each other again later?

Yan Jiang stubbed out the cigarette butt and returned to the training room amidst the falling night.