"Congratulations to YM!"
Mille was holding on to his last breath. The moment he saw KZ Base explode, he was filled with indescribable joy and excitement. "We've defeated LCK team KingZone with a score of three to one!"
Amidst the uproar from the audience, celebratory ribbons fell from the dome of the Parisian Zenith Stadium. Under the flashing spotlights, it looked like a golden rain!
"MSI has been crowned king twice." Doll was very excited. "This is an unprecedented achievement. Even SKT hasn't achieved this!"
"This also means that YM has completely surpassed SKT in international competitions!"
Once the match was over, Long-hair stopped slacking off and said loudly, "Two S-League champions and two MSI champions. This is already a unique achievement in the world!"
In the LPL livestream, the huge number of viewers and endless bullet screen comments caused the livestream to collapse.
[GG Brother Ran is a ruthless little witch!]
[The last match will be MidGap. BDD will take a weak Ryze solo and let this little witch wander around in the middle of the match. He will be sleepwalking the entire match.]
[This is Korea's top mid laner?
It's not that I want to criticize him, but he's a far cry from Li Xianghe from two years ago!]
[KZ is really no good. Why don't you go to SKTSSGKT? Will you lose if you go to FakerShowmakerPawN?]
[What a guy, taking turns to fight him?]
[Let's be honest, Fat General might be able to do it. I remember that in the 2016 LPL, Summer Showdown, he had a 50/50 chance against Brother Ran.]
[What the f * ck? You also know that it's 2016?
Now that Pawn's starting position is almost gone, how is he going to fight against No. 1 High School?]
Su Cheng, who was lying on the bed in her rented apartment in Shanghai, saw KZ Base explode and let out a long sigh of relief. The heavy burden in her heart had finally been lifted. Her fair and slender legs were bent as she dangled in the air like a duck in water. She even had a comfortable smile on her face.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated. Su Cheng supported herself with one hand on the bed and stretched out her other arm. Relying on her strong flexibility, she bent her body into a beautiful arc and picked up the phone.
She opened her screensaver and saw a WeChat message that made Su Cheng stop breathing for a moment.
"Really?" she muttered to herself.
…
Lin Yan heard the thunderous cheers coming from the audience. He calmly took off his headphones, drank the Red Bull in his paper cup, and glanced at the output panel.
Throughout the entire process, his expression remained calm and collected.
"You're still pretending?" Xiao Yu smoothed his bangs, adjusted the position of his helmet, and immediately rushed up to hug him.
Immediately after, Jin Gong used Mount Tai Crush on him.
"F * ck!"
Xiaosu did not expect that he would become a meat cushion. After being hit by Jin Gong, he felt dizzy. "You paratrooper, get out of here!"
Jack and Liu Qingsong hugged for a moment. Lin Weixiang and the others had already rushed up from the backstage.
Red Mi walked at the back, waving his arms to the spectator stands on all sides, enjoying the applause and cheers from the audience!
This was the first MSI championship in his coaching career!
The three LCK commentators looked at each other speechlessly. Quan Momo opened his mouth with difficulty. All kinds of words were at the tip of his tongue, but in the end, they all turned into sighs.
CloudTemplar adjusted very quickly. He picked up the microphone and said, "I have to say, YM has maintained their strong dominance this year. After the introduction of Homme, the entire team's operations have become more logical and logical …"
"Right now, YM is like an amalgamation of LPL's offensive style and LCK's defensive style," Quan Momo said helplessly. "They're really too strong."
Imp frowned. "I think it's mainly because the players in the LCK division are not competitive enough."
"We don't just focus on defense. Starting from OGN, SKT and SSW, who won the S-Ranked championship, which one of them started off with defense?"
Although he was currently serving in the LPL division and was quite unhappy with the extreme netizens and some of the players in Korea, he still felt bad when he saw the LCK division that he had single-handedly nurtured collapse.
The other two partners fell silent again.
Just as Imp had said, none of the three world champions of S3-S5 relied on pure defense to win the game. Most of them relied on their individual strength to gain an advantage in the laning phase. Then, in the middle phase, they used the Korean style to snowball the minions and end the game with a crushing wave.
Come to think of it, it was quite similar to KZ.
However, KZ, whom they had high hopes for, had fallen at the last step of the championship. In the end, it was because of the difference in individual strength between the players.
KZ was already the best in Korea, but it was still not enough in front of the Double Champion, YM.
After a short celebration, the members of YM's training department ran to shake hands with the KZ player on the other side of the stage.
The Xuanming Elders' faces were ghastly.
From the S6 semifinals to the S7 top eight, and including the S8 MSI finals, the two of them had fallen at YM's feet in all the international competitions that they had participated in. They were simply beaten up like their own sons.
Who could stand it?
Little Peanut's delicate facial features were frozen. Just as the bullet screen said earlier, he was now only one runner-up away from Da Manya in the S Tournament.
Every time, he would fall at the position closest to the championship and watch his opponent win the trophy. How humiliating was that?
BDD rubbed his eyes, puffed up his cheeks, and did not say a word. He only reached out his right hand and shook hands with the members of YM.
If he had forced Lin Yan to stay in the middle lane for the first three rounds, then in the last round, there was a stark difference in the middle lane. After being eaten by Lin Yan alone, BDD controlled Ryze to stand in the middle lane and bind spirits. He was mainly responsible for informing his teammates where Little Temptress had gone.
It was not a matter of sending a signal. Even if the KZ players wanted to retreat, YM had Luo to force them to stay. Lin Yan did whatever he wanted in the jungle. BDD could only watch helplessly as Little Temptress's killer book slowly stacked up.
Throughout the finals, Lin Yan gave him the feeling that he was a huge mountain in the middle lane. He had to tread on thin ice and be cautious, or else he would become a breakthrough.
The only thing he could comfort himself with was that he was younger than Lin Yan. Perhaps when his opponent retired, this huge mountain would move away from him.
Lin Yan followed behind Little Peanut all the way until they reached Khan. Their path was blocked.
Khan's champion face had long disappeared, and he was now communicating with Jin Gong with a distressed expression.
"What are these two doing?" Lin Yan was curious.
"I'm not Meiko, how would I understand Korean?" Mongoose answered matter-of-factly, then he tried to distinguish. "Oh, they're speaking Mandarin."
"Two Koreans communicating in Mandarin in Paris, right?" Jack smiled, and his chubby face looked quite cute.
During his three years in YM, he had rapidly grown from a delicate young man to a steamed bun. It was as if he had spent those three years in the style of a Shiba Inu — after all, a dog would grow a few years older after a year.
Mongoose wanted to eavesdrop on what the two Korean top-laners were talking about, but the venue was too noisy. Moreover, Jin Gong and Khan's Chinese accent was quite heavy, so he could not hear clearly.
In less than two seconds, Khan let go of Jin Gong's hand, and the long handshake was once again unobstructed.
When Lin Yan shook hands with him, he felt that this person had been sneaking glances at him. His gaze could even be described as scorching.
'What?'
Lin Yan suddenly panicked. He stepped forward and patted Jin Gong on the shoulder. "What did he say to you?"
Unexpectedly, Xiba shook his head and did not answer directly. "It's a secret that can't be told."
'Why are you making jokes?'
'You're called Gui Lun Mei?'
Lin Yan could not help but complain. However, since Jin Gong did not want to talk about it, he did not ask further — because he saw that Khan was also staring at Jack with the same passionate gaze.
The five of them rushed to the center of the stage.
"Gather around …" Lin Yan was still calling for the competition department members to form a circle. "What are you doing, Gou Ba?
Hurry up! "
The analyst smiled shyly and quickly walked to the front of the stage.
Guo Hao, with a face full of joy, placed the YM team flag on the shoulders of several members.
"Can we shout 321 this time?" Jack teased. "Give everyone some time to prepare."
"Tsk tsk." Lin Yan remembered Liu Qingsong and Jack's teasing about 321 during the competition. He immediately stopped. "Let's shout then."
This time, he tore open his wound and shouted, "3, 2, 1 …"
Everyone placed their palms on the golden championship trophy. Bathed in the golden rain from the dome, they raised the trophy high!
"This MSI trophy is really small. I can't even feel it when I hold it!"
Jack could not help but complain. He wanted to tell the story of the Summoner's Trophy, but his teammates had all won the S Tournament before. There was no place for him to show off.
"Gou Ba, Gou Ba!"
Shiba Inu looked around and finally found someone who hadn't won the Summoner's Trophy. He quickly showed off, with an invisible tail wagging behind him.
"Hey, North. You have a motorcycle." Gou Ba did not want to listen to him talk about the S6's value. He looked up at the big screen.
The MVP candidate of the competition was displayed there.
Lin Yan was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His expression was cold, and he looked a little abstinent.
A perfect score of 1207, 41.76% damage ratio, 100% participation rate, 6,596 points difference …
A perfect record of crushing the game.
Someone started to shout Lin Yan's ID in the stands. At first, the voices were sparse, but soon, more and more people joined in. The voices merged into a mighty torrent, hitting the walls of the dome. The echoes spread wantonly!
Lin Yan let go of the trophy and waved to the stands. However, this did not stop the audience from shouting. Instead, it made the voices louder and louder. Even the atmosphere in the stadium was heated up again!
Broiler, who was in the training room of the Shanghai IG club, was full of envy. He also wanted to stand on the stage and enjoy the cheers of the audience.
The Hy was also a little jealous. The gap between them was too big. How could they win if they did not work hard?
The host, Sjokz, and one of the founders of Fist Entertainment, Telamir, came to the stage. Behind them was a cart with the champion's medal.
"Let us shout out the champion's name again!" Sjokz was tall and strong, and her voice was unusually loud.
As the audience cheered in unison, the champions lined up in front of Telamir and let him hang the gold medal with the blue ribbon around their necks.
"Before we accept the interview, we would like to give out an award …" Sjokz held the microphone and faced the stands. "The MVP of the mid-season championship is —"
She opened the envelope in her hand. She wanted to keep the audience guessing.
It had to be said that this move was very successful.
Not only were the live audience shouting out the ID of the players they supported, but even the conversations in the live streaming channels were related to the MVP.
The MVP of last year's mid-season championship in Brazil was, without a doubt, awarded to Lin Yan who defeated Faker head-on and created a lot of famous scenes. In this year's MSI, YM's players performed amazingly. Jin Gong and Jack even got five kills in the finals.
In other words, it was not surprising that anyone would win the MVP award.
Sjokz was very satisfied with the audience's enthusiastic response. She lowered her head and looked at the envelope.
"YM … Ran, congratulations!"
Lin Yan was slightly surprised.
Jack who was standing next to him elbowed him. Lin Yan finally calmed down. Amidst the audience's loud cheers, he stood up and took the trophy from Telamir.
At this time, the caster also showed Lin Yan's statistics in the mid-season championship.
28 kills, 5 deaths, 22 assists, 10 KDA, 28.7% DPS per game.
Sjokz put the microphone next to Lin Yan's mouth. "You've won the MVP of the mid-season championship for the second time. Do you have anything to say to everyone?"
"… I didn't expect the award to be given to me," Lin Yan said honestly. "I think my performance was alright. It wasn't that outstanding."
[Not that outstanding = 12 kills, 0 deaths in the final round. Killer Book 25]
[Little Temptress's performance in the last round was something that BDD could never do.]
[To be honest, Shiba Inu and Jimukong performed well too.]
[Come to think of it, it was indeed difficult for Jin Gong. Other than the round where Lu Xian went crazy, he basically resisted pressure in the other three rounds. His opponent, Khan, also got an MVP.]
[It can't be helped. He was only lacking in the last round. The MVP of the previous rounds was definitely not as valuable as the final round.]
"This MVP award belongs to the entire YM team and the coaching staff. I also want to thank them for their hard work in the past half a year."
Lin Yan was quite relaxed about this. He already had enough individual honors. One or two more would not make a difference. "We can only win the championship if everyone works together and trusts each other."
After Winston finished speaking, the staff next to him translated from English into French.
It had to be said that the translation dolls were really amazing. Lin Ran watched as the two translators translated the content of his interview into different languages as if they were beating drums and passing flowers around. They were afraid that they would be taken out of context and even stared at them nervously.
He only relaxed slightly when he heard the applause from the Parisian audience below the stage.
Sjokz raised the next question. "After winning the mid-season competition, what are your plans for the future?"
"We'll go back and rest for the summer competition." Lin Yan could not help but complain. "We really don't have much time to rest. The competition in the second half of the year is too intense."
After the mid-season competition at the end of May, the LPL summer competition would begin in early June, the Intercontinental competition in early July, and the Asian Games and playoffs in August.
If there were no accidents, they would have to participate in the global finals at the end of September.
All in all, the number of competitions that Lin Yan would have to face could only be described as ridiculous.
Hearing Winston's translation, Teldamir could only smile and shrug his shoulders.
There was nothing he could do about it.
If the Asian Games were excluded, the competition schedule would be acceptable. However, this year was the first time League of Legends had been nominated for a performance event. The higher-ups were also quite concerned about it. There was no way they could avoid training.
The LPL could adjust the competition schedule for YM. However, there were still matches that needed to be played.
Lin Yan vented a little of the negative energy in his heart. He then continued, "The competition schedule is very intense. However, the team's ultimate goal for this year will definitely not change."
"Three consecutive championships. I want to carve my name and YM's name at the highest point in League of Legends history."
Before Winston could translate this into English, many of the international students in the audience were so excited that they screamed and yelled!
[Awesome! So arrogant!]
[F * ck (a type of plant). He got it again.]
[Is there no team that can stop him?
Do something.]
[If he really wins three consecutive championships, he'll be the only one in history.]
[Faker also won two consecutive championships. It shouldn't be hard for him to win three consecutive championships.]
[I suggest you guys worry about how the home team is going to get into S8. Faker's condition is obviously not good. It's normal for him to retire with such results.]
Hearing the translation, the smile on Teldamir's face disappeared in the blink of an eye.
'What's the meaning of this?
'Are you challenging us?'
For Fist, the fact that a team could win three consecutive championships was a blatant humiliation to them!
…
"Contestant JackeyLove, did you prepare for the first match of today's finals, Izreal, or …" A Korean reporter took the initiative to ask during the post-match interview.
"I really don't know how to use EZ." Jack widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent. "Red Rice insisted on choosing him in the first match. I'm just forcing a duck onto a perch!"
The reporter was numb.
Bringing out EZ at the last minute? Was it a crazy pentakill?
He immediately raised his doubts.
Shiba Inu was so thick-skinned that he refused to admit it. "Pentakill?
That's because my luck is too good. Everyone knows that EZ is a hero with no damage output. I was just casually throwing Q at the back and accidentally got a pentakill. "
He said this seriously, but the Korean reporter couldn't do anything to him. Only the YM players and coaches were left laughing secretly.
After the interview ended, Lin Yan wanted to video call his girlfriend before it was late at night in China. However, Jack hugged him.
"Brother Ran, what are we eating tomorrow night?" Shiba Inu was still thinking about how FMVP would treat them to French food before the match.
"… Snails?" Lin Yan didn't know much about French food.
"Foie gras, oysters, scallops, and duck in oil." Jack had obviously done his research. At this moment, he was playing with his fingers and said, "Don't even think about running away tomorrow."
"Okay okay okay, whatever you say." Lin Yan didn't take it to heart. He shook him off and took out his phone to make a video call.
Su Cheng picked up quickly.
"Hello hello?"
Lin Yan heard his girlfriend's voice and immediately felt relieved.
"Did you see that I won the championship?" He couldn't help but want to show off.
"I saw it, I saw it." Su Cheng turned over in bed. The hem of her short-sleeved pajamas rolled up, revealing a soft and white belly. She complimented in a voice full of admiration, "You're amazing."
"Of course." Lin Yan's confidence was fully satisfied. He showed the gold medal on his chest. "This is the gift I promised to give you."
"And this FMVP trophy, it's also yours."
Su Cheng laughed softly and teased Lin Yan.
"When are you guys going back to China?"
Lin Ran thought about it. He remembered that Guo Hao had mentioned this before, but he had forgotten about it.
"Hao, when are we leaving?" He turned his head and asked the manager who was carrying Phyllostachys Pubescens' backpack.
"On the 23rd!"
Guo Hao replied. "We've been preparing for the game since we came to Paris. We haven't had time to travel yet. Now that the game is over, we can relax."
"Okay." Lin Yan also felt that it was a good time to take a break. The continuous games had almost exhausted all their energy. He said to Su Cheng on the phone screen, "I'll take a few more photos for you."
Su Cheng snorted. "I also want to give you a surprise …"
"Again?"
Lin Yan was stunned. He still remembered his girlfriend's face when she said this last time. At that time, BMW gave him a car.
She could do the same thing again?
Although he could guess what his girlfriend wanted to express was different from what he imagined, when he saw Su Cheng's white belly inadvertently exposed, Lin Yan began to feel restless again.
It should feel good to rub.
Su Cheng glanced at Lin Yan's expression and knew that he had misunderstood. "I'm talking about business. What do you think it is?"
"What do you think?
Translate for me, what do you mean by surprise? "Lin Yan immediately countered." I'll buy two clothes online later. Remember to sign for them. "
"Ah …" Su Cheng seemed to have triggered a memory. Her face was burning hot. She leaned in front of the camera and said fiercely, "I'm warning you, don't push it!"
Her expression was very soft. It was obvious that she was pretending to be fierce.
Lin Yan felt that his mouth was dry. He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and poured a big mouthful of ice water into his mouth to calm himself down.
He said seriously with a straight face, "I'm buying couple clothes. What are you thinking?"
"Your head is full of dirty things."
Su Cheng was choked by his words. "Hey, Lin Yan, I'll teach you a lesson when you come back."
On the other side, Guo Hao took out his phone and glanced at it. The smile on his face quickly disappeared.
"What the …" He lowered his voice. "Are you serious?"
"What's wrong?" Lin Yan saw that Guo Hao's expression was not right, so he quickly asked.
"The list of the Asian Games is out."