"UZI's pentakill has ended, helping LPL win the Intercontinental Championship trophy!"
Mille couldn't contain his excitement. "This is also his first major championship in his career!"
"LPL has proven itself!
Starting from the S6 global finals, LPL has swept all the foreign awards. This is dominance! "
"After the darkness of the S5 global finals, LPL is now full of life." Doll was equally excited. "We can beat LCK in the Intercontinental Championship. If this had happened a year ago, I wouldn't have dared to imagine it!"
The bullet screen in the live broadcast room flew across the sky, covering Uzi's big head tightly.
[66666, oh my god, he really won?]
[Each team went up one round, fair and reasonable. Han Zao didn't say we bullied them, but YM only fought one round.]
[Oh, I'm so happy. What should I do if I beat LCK again?
I still have some money in my account, one Rocket 8 for each pro player.]
[Is there still space on the rich woman's thigh?]
In the Kaohsiung exhibition hall, golden ribbons fell from the center of the stage with a muffled bang.
Ouze bathed in the golden rain and laughed heartily as he hugged his teammates.
This was his first step, and he only hoped that it wouldn't be his last.
The door to the LPL lounge had already been pushed open, and a group of pro players rushed out with the same vigor they had when they were skipping class to go to an Internet cafe.
Jin Gong and Liu Qingsong carried Phyllostachys Pubescens and ran out.
"F * ck, f * ck … Don't drag me, my pants are falling off!" Mongoose's screams echoed in the player passageway.
"Lin Yan, put the team flag on."
Guo Hao held a bag of white grape champagne in one hand and YM's black and red team flag in the other.
Lin Yan took the flag, and then used a flashy pose he had learned online to throw the flag in the air and drape it over his back.
(See this chapter.)
"Am I cool?" Lin Yan turned his head and asked. He wanted to hear his girlfriend's praise.
But the place where Su Cheng had been standing was empty.
A moment later, the girl lifted the team flag with a flushed face and came out. She slapped Lin Yan's back. "Handsome my ass!"
Lin Yan smiled embarrassedly. "I accidentally got you involved …"
Guo Hao deliberately let out an exaggerated laugh as he thought to himself, Evil people will have their retribution. Falling in love at public expense will come with a price.
Three seconds later, he saw Su Cheng leaning into Lin Yan's arms with both hands holding onto the corner of the team flag. She had a bright smile on her face as she asked her boyfriend for advice on how to put on the team flag.
Guo Hao suddenly felt that the champagne wasn't sweet anymore.
When Lin Yan and Su Cheng walked out of the players' tunnel, RNG and MVP had just finished shaking hands.
Most of the audience had already left. Most of the people left in the front row were reporters from various esports media and a small group of LPL fans.
However, the emcee still tried her best to warm up the atmosphere and ignored the audience's reaction.
"2017 Asian League Champions, L-P-L!" The female emcee shouted with a heavy accent. "Let us congratulate them!"
There was almost no applause from the audience, but the twenty players on the stage were already mentally prepared after four days of competition.
Ouze, Xi Ye, and Broiler stood in the middle of the stage with Lin Yan wearing their team flags.
The four of them talked and laughed. As the leaders of their respective teams, their words were quite heroic.
"What are we eating tonight?" the chubby Broiler asked.
Xi Ye fiddled with the red and white team flags. "I don't know. I heard it's Korean barbecue."
Broiler's eyes lit up when he heard this. "I want to eat two pounds of beef!"
"Warm up a bottle of wine?" Lin Yan asked. "Are we going to the mountains to fight tigers later?"
"What?" Xiao Hu suddenly appeared. "Fight me?"
"I'm not talking about you, tiger cub."
Ouze twirled a golden ribbon on his shoulder and looked at it carefully.
He had entered the finals many times before but had been defeated. This was Ouze's first time witnessing this golden rain on stage. Everything was new to him.
This was a scene that could never be forgotten after seeing it once. Every contestant was fascinated by it.
Wootz could still recall the sound of his heart beating violently when the golden rain fell, as well as the joy that was about to burst out.
Lin Yan looked at the two sides of the stage. There were two stone tablets there. The one on his right had the words "Kaohsiung Symposium" engraved on it, while the one on his left had the words "Asia's Strongest" engraved on it.
The person in charge of the fist "Southeast Asia" region went on stage and shook hands with the LPL team to congratulate them.
Then, he took the trophy from the hostess and handed it to Lin Yan.
Although it was called a trophy, it was actually a copy of the Intercontinental Tournament's logo on a black slate. It looked like a rectangular tablet.
Lin Yan glanced at the trophy and raised it above his head with both hands.
The spotlights of the reporters below the stage flashed non-stop. Soon, the photo of Lin Yan holding the trophy would appear on the front page of all the major media outlets.
In the live stream, the director added a line of words at the bottom.
"YM GimGoon, Tian, Ran, and Jackeylove have successfully achieved the grand slam of LOL!" Mille reacted quickly. "This is an amazing feat!"
"This speed …" Doll could not help but sigh. "Faker took four years to complete the grand slam alone, but YM only took one year!"
2016 LPL Summer Champions, 2016 Global Champions, 2016 Demacia Cup Champions, 2017 LPL Spring Champions, 2017 MSI Champions, 2017 Asia League Champions.
Six championships in a year. How terrifying!
The bullet screen began to discuss wildly when it received this news.
[What a ruthless YM!]
[That's ridiculous. Destiny's Child, right?]
[In terms of honor, does Ran count as one of the world's best?]
[Don't. Faker's double S championship is still in front of him. However, there's no dispute that he's ranked second in history.]
The female host walked to Lin Yan's side. "Contestant Ran, how do you feel about winning the Inter-Continental Tournament?"
Lin Yan looked at the microphone and did not hesitate. "Of course I'm very happy. After all, this is the last trophy on my grand slam road."
"Thank you to my teammates, thank you to the other three brother teams, and thank you to our joint coaching team." Lin Yan turned his head to look at Su Cheng, who was hiding behind Xiao Tian. Although she was only 1.5 centimeters taller than Phyllostachys Pubescens, Lin Yan still noticed her at a glance. "This Inter-Continental Tournament trophy is proof of our collective efforts."
It was an extremely normal thank you speech. The female host was about to take back the microphone when she heard Lin Yan continue.
"Of course, I also want to thank someone."
The female host's eyes lit up. Her heart was burning with curiosity. She immediately put the microphone next to Lin Yan's mouth. Even her smile became more genuine.
[He's here, he's here. He's going to start talking nonsense again.]
A bullet screen flew across the live broadcast room.
"SKT's head coach, Kkoma." Lin Yan could not help but laugh despite his strict training. "His pre-match prediction was too accurate. It was indeed 3: 1."
"I feel that this mysterious force from the East is controlling us, forcing us to win 3: 1." Lin Yan joked. "Otherwise, we would have won 3: 0."
"Pity, pity, what a pity."
Hearing this, Hanyi and the other IG team members smiled even more brightly.
Out of the four teams, they were the only ones who lost in the finals. Although they won the LPL in the end, it was impossible to say that the IG team did not care at all.
On the other hand, the IG analysts were assigned by the other three to do the basic data work. They did not participate in the tactical decisions.
It was not an exaggeration to say that they were the team with the lowest presence among the four teams.
Although IG was the champion, they did not want to wait for the horses to arrive. Naturally, they were not satisfied.
Lin Yan joked to help them regain some face.
[Hahaha, 3: 1. Does this mean that I, Gao Dewei, have contributed a third?]
[SKT can't even beat WE now. Brother Huni is an old party member. One look and you can tell that he's one of us!]
[KT coach: The other LPL teams could not even beat us in a small round. They are nothing to worry about. Now that I think about it, I want to laugh.]
[Are they really going to swim back to Korea?
I can provide a route map here to ensure their safety!]
KT coach, who was just about to leave the LCK lounge, sneezed.
He rubbed his nose as he looked at the other three teams with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.
Why am I so unlucky?
All of you are acting like big brothers in China, and no one is willing to give in to the other. Why don't you give us some effort when we're fighting outside?
He raised a flag. He did not expect that his teammates would not be able to handle it.
KT's record in this continental tournament was 3 wins and 0 losses. Just like YM, they maintained a perfect record. However, the final result was completely different.
LCK lost, but KT did not lose!
He thought bitterly in his heart.
"3, 2, 1 …" Yimura looked at the LPL group photo in the camera and was very satisfied. "I'll send the photo to a few operators later. You guys can post it on Weibo."
"Champagne, champagne …" Guo Hao hurried over. He was still thinking about the wine in his hand.
With a bang, the champagne cork popped open. The wine spilled out, and the entire lounge was filled with a sweet fragrance.
Xiao Tian was excited. He held the champagne like a submachine gun and aimed it at Lin Yan's face.
"I'll show you the power of a Wallace Shotgun Warrior!" Phyllostachys Pubescens was still making puffing sounds from his mouth.
The pale yellow liquid sprayed toward Lin Yan's fair cheeks.
He was shocked and quickly crouched down to avoid the attack. He also protected Su Cheng by his side.
When Lin Ran bent over, Jin Gong, who was behind him, suffered. His reaction was a little slower, and he was splashed in the face by the yellow liquid.
"Gao Tianliang, you're going to shit!" Jin Gong took off his glasses and wiped his hair with the wine on his face.
He looked like a fat version of Sosuke Aizen taking off his glasses.
Jin Gong bared his fangs and brandished his claws to grab Mongoose. The two fought to their heart's content in the lounge.
In the end, the little tortoise still couldn't outrun his tall and strong father. His clothes were filled with half a bottle of champagne before he was done, forcing the little tortoise to change his clothes in the changing room.
Lin Yan and his girlfriend were scrolling through the forums on their phones. Because the forum software on Su Cheng's phone had been completely deleted by Lin Yan, she could only use Lin Yan's phone.
The prankster on the forum had already started to cause trouble.
[Come and bet: All the members and coaches of the four LCK teams will participate in the swimming competition from Kaohsiung to Busan. I bet on Faker to win!]
[Lee Xianghe?
I'm afraid he fainted halfway through the competition. Based on their physiques, it's obvious that Master An and Smeb are better at swimming.]
[Picture of Wangjing Lake] (See this chapter)
[Is the Korean coach surnamed Zhou and called Zhou Kole?
Did this toxic milk go into the stomachs of the LCK players?]
[What does LCK losing have to do with my KT kidneys?
We've never lost before.]
Happy times were always short. By the time they finished their celebratory feast at the barbeque restaurant, it was already 9 pm.
Everyone returned to the hotel to retrieve their luggage and took the bus to Kaohsiung Airport.
At 10: 30 pm, the four LPL teams boarded the plane and left Kaohsiung for Shanghai.
League of Legends' official Weibo posted: Thank you, the best LPL team.
Every team was given two photos. The photo in the center was a group photo of the LPL team in the lounge before they left Kaohsiung.
Everyone was laughing heartily, recording their beautiful memories of the Intercontinental Tournament in this photo.
Photographer Yimura shared a photo on his Weibo. The LPL coach and translator Jun Ri were flipping through the information in their hands while White Crescent and Firefox were discussing BP.
Bright and warm light enveloped the room, but through the corner of the curtains, one could still see the dark night outside.
Caption: I've never seen Los Angeles at 4 am, but I've experienced Kaohsiung at 4 am.
…
Midnight, Shanghai Pudong International Airport.
"They're leaving?"
"They're leaving. See you on the field."
Ning Wang and Lin Yan punched each other and left in a hurry. They boarded the IG bus and rushed back to the base.
Li Yuanhao was wearing a cap and jumping around as if he was imitating Tigger.
When he passed by Lin Yan, he asked, "What's going on?
You guys aren't going back to the base? "
"Yeah, we're not going back to the base." Lin Yan squeezed his hand. "We're going to take a taxi home."
"Eh …" Mi Dehu's eyes darted between Lin Yan and Su Cheng. His devilishly charming and domineering CEO's smile reappeared.
Lin Yan punched him. "What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Hu wanted to say more, but he saw the RNG manager beside the bus and was urging him to get on.
"We'll talk on WeChat. You go first." Lin Yan patted him on the shoulder.
Xiao Hu's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, dragging his suitcase.
When the RNG bus drove through the night with its tail lights flashing, only Lin Yan and Su Cheng were left in the large group of people who had been talking and laughing in Kaohsiung two hours ago.
Lin Yan knew it was getting late. He chatted with his girlfriend as they walked. A line of taxis was parked in front of them, waiting for passengers to arrive.
The humid summer air in Shanghai made it hard for him to breathe. The low pressure suppressed his mood.
"The next time we meet this group of people, we won't be teammates anymore."
Lin Yan sighed. After spending four days with this group of unfamiliar teammates, they had become familiar with each other. However, the night they won the Intercontinental Cup, they had to go their separate ways.
Su Cheng looked down at her and Lin Yan's shadows.
Under the streetlights, the two figures stretched and shortened, merged and separated.
She also missed the atmosphere of the Intercontinental Tournament. Everyone was happy and could share some of the little tricks they had learned with others. The RNG analyst called Gouba even gave her a notebook as a parting gift before he left.
"It's okay. There's still the Intercontinental Cup next year. We'll come again then." Su Cheng's eyes curved as she raised her head and smiled.
"That's true."
Lin Yan was melancholy for a while. He felt that he had been easily sad in the middle of the night recently. Perhaps he had been infected by Liu Qingsong.
His song list was full of songs such as "Depression and Others" and "I Seem to Have Walked Out of the Abyss, But Also Seem to Have Died in the Abyss." There was a feeling of depression that couldn't be suppressed.
He pulled Su Cheng into the back of the taxi. "Sir, go to Tongji Beiyuan in Yangpu District."
The taxi cut through the night and headed toward the Pentagon.