Chapter 213.1: Crazy and arrogant!
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The screen started to show a replay of highlight clips from the match just now.
The first wave of fighting in the dragon pit and then charging in, encircling their opponents and counter attacking...there were only a short few minutes of clips that had been selected from the game, but it was still able to make people's blood boil.
Too exciting!
When Ning Zhehan assaulted the dragon pit and snatched the silver dragon, the audience once again burst into fierce applause.
The second clip was of the final group battle, where the ten players met face to face to fight for victory.
TPT, who concentrated their efforts on protecting Eurostar, Close, who rushed into the enemy's midst on his own, and the four little ones who charged at TPT like madmen after their captain died in battle.
Dazzling special effects, explosive combos, and the pentakill that Quiet seized with his violent DPS!
A pentakill on the stage of the grand finals!
A pentakill that determined the final outcome of the game!
Not only had FTW.Quiet gotten an unparalleled pentakill, he'd also lit up the entire venue with a dazzling light.
Like the scorching sun shining in the sky, showing infinite glory!
When these words appeared powerfully on the screen, everyone shouted out--
For The Win!
FTW was amazing!
Fans were immersed in the revelry celebrating the rise of the new champion, but professional players seated at the front row were quiet--
3U and RR had all come to watch the game.
Asleep and Moonlit watched as FTW bathed in glory, their black eyes burning.
Cong Yi was a little more restrained, but his back was straighter than usual.
Mo Hui cursed, "If Laozi wasn't out of money, I would definitely do a million dollar draw to suppress my shock."
They were really strong. There was no need to mention FTW, but TPT was inhuman, too.
When faced with such a TPT, FTW was actually able to beat them with a 3:0 score. It made them even more f*cking inhuman!
There were waves surging beneath the quiet, waves of boundless expectation for the next season.
The director started to act 'randomly' again, panning the camera across the crowd to show the Team of Gods. The fans, who were already exuberant in the live broadcast room, burst out into even more excitement.
"Did you see? Our FTW won the championship 3:0!"
"FTW is still a big daddy even without you guys!"
"Go die, Bastard Yan, this year's global championship will be from China!"
The camera panned over and moved away in a flash, but the mood of the people in the Team of Gods was far from the calm that showed on the surface.
Even if they'd been abroad, they'd watched all of Lu Feng's games over the past three years--
In how many games had his teammates all died, leaving Close to support everything on his own?
How many times had Close turned the tide on his own and remained standing until the end?
And how many times had Close fought alone and forcibly turned a 5v5 game into a 1v5?
Finally, FTW didn't only have Lu Feng.
Finally, the lone hero was no longer lonely.
The two peak duels from the last match--the dragon pit and the last pentakill--had both been initiated by Lu Feng.
In the dragon pit fight, he'd exchanged his own life because he believed that his teammates would arrive immediately afterwards, because he knew that his teammates would help him get revenge if he fell in the dragon pit.
In the last wave, he gave up his life in exchange for another life, forcing out Eurostar's resurrection armor.
A ten person group fight.
The first one to fall was the great demon king. This was something that nobody would've dared think about in the past.
But now, it had happened. A natural sacrifice, entrusting the rest to those behind him.
His teammates were worth it!
Close split apart the night sky, while Quiet was the scorching fire. FTW's future was promising!
Some maybe felt it more than others, but Yuan Ze, Kim Sung-hyun, Xie He, and even Yuan Ze all held a bit of envy at the bottom of their gazes.
It was unclear who they envied.
Did they envy Close, who had someone to sacrifice for?
Or did they envy the person who Close was willing to sacrifice himself for?
Nobody knew.
Not even themselves.
The championship cup for each competition zone was silver. Only the global championship trophy was a golden cup.
The silver cup was already a symbol of glory. When the five from FTW held up the cup, the scene was captured on camera and symbolized the birth of a miracle.
Since it was the stage of the national finals, they naturally had to have a proper interview with the championship team.
According to their positions the first to be interviewed was Yue Wenle. Comrade Old Yue was still in a daze, and it took him a long time to come up with a phrase, "Won the championship..."
The host took a look at this fellow who could rival God Sleep and quickly spoke some words in order to wrap things up and move on to the next person.
The second person was Brother Cai. As a 'socialite of Glory', Brother Cai's had an amazing amount of social aptitude, but he was unable to say anything at this time. He seemed on the verge of crying as he talked on for a long time, but as for what he said--the host had no idea if her own translation was correct or not.
"It seems that you guys are all very excited!"
The host skipped over Little Ning directly. At this time, he wasn't just sobbing, he was crying loudly, the type that came with wailing. Who knew if God Ning would be embarrassed to death after watching the replay and have to drill into the cracks in the floor to survive.
The fourth one to be interviewed was Lu Feng. The host was a little nervous when she saw Close.
As long as they were from the Glory circle, no matter if they were newcomers or oldtimers, who wouldn't be nervous when they met Lu Feng?
Players admired his personal strength and his absolute power and ability to take control of a club at a young age. Girls were fascinated by his height, bearing, and face, and then they would think about his achievements...
Well, no matter how much preparation was made prior to the interview, there would still be a small tremor in the initial moment of meeting in person.
What's more, Lu Feng even smiled briefly.
The serious and reserved great demon king didn't even smile when he held the trophy cup for the global individual championships. But at this moment... he smiled.
The host's little heart pounded, and she almost forgot her words.
Fortunately, she was skilled enough that it had become instinct, and she was still able to ask the question.
Lu Feng took the microphone and spoke quietly, "I'm very happy."
The entire audience: "!"
It was like a hornet's nest had been poked in the live broadcast studio as the screen filled with 'ahhhhhhhh's.
The smile in Lu Feng's eyes didn't disperse, and his voice was unprecedentedly relaxed, "I was very happy playing the game."
He wasn't just happy because of winning the championship. It was more about enjoying the game.
The old fans who heard these words really started wailing, crying just as much as God Ning.
Lu Feng handed the microphone over to Wei Xiao, who was beside him.
The moment God Xiao held the microphone, the atmosphere in the entire venue seemed to change.
The host quickly came over and interviewed Wei Xiao as usual, asking him to share his victory speech.
His attitude was very different from the excitement of the three little ones and was naturally also different from the great demon king's contentment. Wei Xiao took 'crazy' all the way to the end, acting both crazy and arrogant!
"This is just the beginning." He dropped the ultimate bomb as soon as he opened his mouth. "This year, the China competition zone will definitely win the world championship!"
These words made an impact as they landed, arrogant to the extreme.
The China competition zone would win the world championship?
Wouldn't that entail FTW winning the golden dragon cup?!
Holding the silver dragon cup in hand while imagining the golden dragon cup.
Little Lunatic Wei, you're really something!
The venue exploded again, shrill screams ringing out endlessly.
Wei Xiao hadn't finished speaking. He continued, "Fellow brothers who lost to FTW, don't cry. Wait for us to earn quotas for you, and we'll fight again next year!"
The competition zone who won the global championship would be given two or three quotas in the coming year!
This craziness...
This craziness was too likable!
The audience all yelled out, "Quiet is badass! FTW is badass! The China competition zone is badass!"
The noise was so loud that it shook the sky, the atmosphere igniting and reaching a peak again.
Yuan Ze and Kim Sung-hyun who'd been provoked from off-stage, "......" Who was going to go up and drag down this little brat? They wanted to beat him up!
Yan Jiang, who normally showed no happiness or anger, curved his thin lips up slightly. He said quietly, "Little lunatic."
Xie He, who sat beside him and heard it all clearly: "......" Yes, he was crazy enough.
There was no doubting that tonight belonged to FTW.
After the event, the revelry continued.
FTW hosted a banquet, inviting almost all the staff to celebrate their victory together.
Although the global competition would begin soon, Chen Feng still gave permission for everyone to have a drink.
One bottle of beer was enough to topple the four little ones.
There were no outsiders in their private room. After two hours of being in a daze, President Le finally came back to his senses. "We won the championship?"
Ning Zhehan, whose eyes were already swollen from crying, started to tear up again. "Yeah! We're the champions!"
Bai Cai was a little calmer. "Laozi was also a champion support last year, but why wasn't it as exciting as this?"
Yue Wenle came up with a sentence at a snail-like pace, "It's not the same."
All the old-timers present felt a moment of shock in their hearts.
It really wasn't the same!
How was last year's China competition zone as fierce as it was this year?
Last year, regardless of whether it was RR, or 3U, they were still up and coming teams.
TPT hadn't even made it into the top four then.
But, what the hell happened this year?
Each and every one of them were strong enough to explode, and they had all grown up like rockets, playing each game in ways that made people's goosebumps jump right out.
It didn't feel like it during the game, but thinking back on the memories was enough to make their scalps go numb.
It had felt great at the time, but it was also scary reflecting back on it.
There were differences between champions.
This year's China silver championship cup felt particularly weighty!
Wei Xiao drank a sip of alcohol and began to let it get to his head. "Calm down a bit, it's just a silver dragon cup."
If Brother Cai wasn't worried about getting killed by the great demon king, he would jump up and beat him up right then. "Don't you feel embarrassed saying that! How are you even speaking the human language!"
Damn it, dropping trash talk on the stage of the finals, provoking the whole world arrogantly and domineeringly, Little Lunatic Wei, are you still f*cking human?!
Oh, he'd never been human.
Alright then, even beasts weren't as fierce as you!
Wei Xiao held his head up high. "Laozi dares to do what he says and dares to own up to what he does!"
He wouldn't have said it if he hadn't seen the Team of Gods sitting down there.
He had to say it after he saw them!
He just wanted to tell them: The championship belonged to FTW, and Close was his!
As he spoke, he remembered something. "I took a pentakill!"
He stressed it, "A pentakill in the last fight of the national championship, in the match point game!"
Everyone in FTW: "......"
Were your neurons finally on the right track?!
Brother Cai replied to him perfunctorily, "Mm-hmm, God Xiao is badass, God Xiao should chug a glass."
Wei Xiao was too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned to Lu Feng, his eyes wide. "Captain! I took a pentakill!"
Lu Feng understood him. His eyelids lifted up slightly. "Mm, the pentakill is yours."
Wei Xiao: "!"
Brother Cai and Chen Feng, who were caught off guard by the memory that surfaced: "............"
Damn it, would they be able to stop the incoming dog food if they started eating the lobster now?
It was obviously too late.
Wei Xiao spoke in a loud voice, "And you belong to me!"
Back then, when Wei Xiao was still an accompanying player, Lu Feng had 'disguised himself' to approach him. Wei Xiao's first sentence of love had been--The pentakill is yours, and you belong to me.
Now...
The pentakill was Wei Xiao's, and Close was still Wei Xiao's.
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Chapter 213.2: Only then would FTW really belong to them.
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Bai Cai's chopsticks quivered, and he tried to calm things down, "Watch less online jokes. What do you mean, the pentakill is yours, and you're mine? It's all yours, okay, these are yours too!" As he spoke, he pushed a plate of shrimp shells in front of him.
Wei Xiao was disgusted to death. "Who wants to eat your leftovers!"
Bai Cai felt like he was doing his best; even giving you all the shrimp shells wouldn't be enough to block that mouth of yours!
Then, Wei Xiao suddenly stopped making nose. His two eyes curved as he looked at the captain, his voice so sticky it made people's ears itch, "Captain~"
Bai Cai: "......"
What he hadn't heard was that Lu Feng had replied to Wei Xiao's words. After that sentence 'You belong to me', he'd actually quietly made a sound of acknowledgement.
The only people who heard were Wei Xiao and Ning Zhehan.
Little Ning's ears trembled, "!"
He'd drunk too much and was hearing things, right?!
It was nearing the early hours of the morning when the celebrations ended.
Some of them were staggering and hunched as they returned to the base in the car.
They didn't drink much, but they were quite drunk.
Ning Zhehan began to talk in his sleep, "Champion, I'm actually the champion hehehehe."
He'd gotten the championship just after his debut, making him so happy he was about to turn into a fool, okay?
There was another person who'd gotten the championship just after his debut, gotten a pentakill in the championship, and had also gotten the FMVP of the scene, who even dropped trash talk in front of the whole world, and acted so arrogantly it made people want to beat him up.
Wei Xiao took advantage of the alcohol and excitement, and leaned directly against Lu Feng's shoulder, falling into a dazed sleep.
Who cared.
He was happy, enough to explode.
It was already his limit not to have kissed the captain on the spot!
The car drove directly into the base's parking lot. Brother Liu woke up the cubs one by one, coaxing them into the house to sleep.
They had reached the limit of both their physical strength and energy after tossing about until now on such a day.
Ning Zhehan and Yue Wenle got out of the car in a daze, heading straight to the dormitory upstairs. They didn't even bother to wash up before toppling over to sleep.
Finally, there was only Lu Feng and Wei Xiao left in the car.
Xiang Liu glanced over.
Lu Feng waved his hand.
Xiang Liu nodded, then called over the big brother driver to go home together to rest.
After waiting for everyone else to leave, Lu Feng kissed the sleeping Wei Xiao on the forehead between his brows, his wrist sliding down to wrap around his waist.
Even if it was a spacious van, it still wasn't easy to hug such a big boy horizontally.
However, Lu Feng's embrace was very loose. Wei Xiao rubbed up vaguely against his neck, like a greedy cat.
Lu Feng gave him a kiss.
Wei Xiao woke up. When he opened his eyes, he hadn't quite figured out where he was.
And then......
Wei Xiao was very surprised, quickly disentangling himself to look anxiously at his arm. "I told you not to hold me." Even if he'd already been healed, Lu Feng's shoulder was a pain that existed in his heart, and he couldn't cherish it enough. Let alone embracing, he even tried to avoid it when they slept.
Lu Feng felt his heart soften into a ball of fluff. "It's fine."
Wei Xiao looked around and finally saw that he was still in the car. The car was in the garage, and the night was so quiet that there wasn't even a single mosquito in sight.
Cough......
Wei Xiao's voice shifted slightly, and he started acting inhuman. "You can hold me in a different way."
Lu Feng: "......"
Wei Xiao hooked his arms around Lu Feng, pasting himself up against his ear to say, "The finals are over."
He continued, "And we got the championship."
Lu Feng held down a certain little lunatic's long, restless fingers.
Wei Xiao deliberately gasped for breath. "Captain, isn't it time for you to fulfill your promise... wu..."
His mouth was blocked, and he couldn't speak any more, but kissing in comparison was much more exciting than flirty words.
It started off as a punitive kiss, but it gradually changed. The two of them grew a little heated from the kiss.
Wei Xiao tugged at his collar. "This car is ours, right?"
Lu Feng: "......"
Wei Xiao: "It's not borrowed, right?"
Lu Feng breathed in lightly. "Don't make trouble."
Wei Xiao tugged at his belt. "Right here, how exciting would it be in the car..."
Lu Feng bit him on the neck, exerting a little force, in return for Wei Xiao's voice, "Big brother, be a little lighter."
If he could resist this--
Then, President Lu wouldn't be a human being.
A moment before his rationality disconnected, Lu Feng picked the youth up and strode out of the car.
Wei Xiao was anxious. "Captain..."
Lu Feng's throat convulsed. "Shut up."
Wei Xiao didn't dare to kick up a fuss any more. "The car is really... okay, okay, back to the room. I can walk on my own..." He was too afraid of giving Lu Feng's shoulder any pressure.
Lu Feng didn't let him down, and the direction he walked in didn't lead back to the house.
The garage was on the second floor of the base's basement. It was very big, but there weren't very many cars parked inside.
There was only the van, Brother Cai's Porsche, and Lu Feng's own car, that explosively cool Cullinan.
The car door opened, and Wei Xiao's heart leapt up when he tossed into the back seat.
Lu Feng pressed himself close, his eyes dark. "In a bit, don't cry."
Wei Xiao: "!!!"
Earlier, he was as daring as the sky, but now his guts were as small as a ball. "About that, captain... if we make the car dirty... mm..."
The interior of the Mercedes Benz van and the interior of the Rolls Royce Cullinan were not of the same level.
In this kind of narrow space, the sensory stimulation was greater than the physical stimulation.
In fact, it wasn't too overboard, but Wei Xiao started crying anyway.
How could Lu Feng stop? He could only kiss his tears away and coax him softly.
As Wei Xiao cried, he eventually changed his tune, his voice sweet and sticky enough to make people want to f*ck him to death.
Pentakill, championship, making love.
The next day, Wei Xiao was left with only satisfaction in his heart.
He slept all the way until it was dark again. Lu Feng was beside him when he opened his eyes.
Wei Xiao drilled himself straight into his arms, pasting up against him and giving him a kiss, "Did you just wake up?"
Lu Feng: "I just came back."
Wei Xiao shifted, and a certain spot twinged, making him suck in a breath in pain.
Lu Feng poked his forehead. "Who told you to make trouble."
There were times where Wei Xiao would also be shy. He'd been caught up in the moment at the time, but when he thought back on it after the fact: Oh god, where did this little demon come from?! The captain didn't have it easy!
Wei Xiao cleared his throat. "The car..."
Lu Feng: "No need to worry."
Wei Xiao's cheeks reddened slightly, and he thought to himself: I won't be able to look directly at the Cullinan in the future!
Lu Feng saw through his thoughts with a glance. "... You even wanted to do it in the van."
If he really did as he wished, then would they even be able to take the car in the future? Would they even be able to go compete?
Wei Xiao kissed him and didn't let him talk any more.
Lu Feng pinched his waist. "Settle down."
Wei Xiao was surprised. "How is it..."
Lu Feng stared at him.
Wei Xiao was scared, he really was. "No way, no way, I'll die if we do it again."
The truth proved that the great demon king would indulge him. Otherwise, how would Little Lunatic Wei dare to act so recklessly?
Although they'd won the championship, the global finals were just around the corner.
Lu Feng was also reluctant to use up his energy.
Wei Xiao was scared, but he also wanted to stick close to Lu Feng. He suggested tentatively, "How about I use my hand..."
Lu Feng held him down. "It's fine."
Wei Xiao stared at it. "Really?"
Lu Feng's voice deepened, "It'll be fine if you don't stare at it."
Wei Xiao quickly moved his gaze away.
Who would've dared to think that the little lunatic who wasn't afraid of anything in his daily life would have a moment cowering like this?
Lu Feng got out of bed. "Hungry?"
Wei Xiao was reluctant to let him go. "So-so..."
Lu Feng: "I'm going to go push the dining cart in."
Wei Xiao was amused. "Okay!"
Top level treatment, hey! In his heart, Wei Xiao was delighted: His pentakill and FMVP were worth it!
These two days were happy holidays for FTW.
Going over the game replay wasn't urgent, and training could wait for a while longer.
After winning the domestic championship so beautifully, they needed time to recover.
Sharpening the axe won't increase the time taken to split wood, and hot tofu couldn't be eaten no matter how impatient one was.
Sharpening the axe won't increase the time taken to split wood- More preparation may quicken the speed in doing work
It took time for their mentalities to calm down.
Wei Xiao entangled himself with Lu Feng and didn't go downstairs.
He boasted about his pentakill every day, and occasionally, he would show a bit of nervousness about the trash talk he'd tossed out.
Don't judge based on how Brother Xiao was aggressive and provoked the whole world; he was soft in front of his sweetheart.
People could feel fear.
No matter how bold he was, Wei Xiao's heart held a weakness named Close.
"Captain, I'm not going to mess up, will I?"
Without waiting for Lu Feng to open his mouth to speak, Wei Xiao went on by himself, "I definitely won't!"
Lu Feng comforted him. "Maintain your current state, and it won't be much of a problem."
Wei Xiao nodded. "Yeah! You'll press Old Yue to death, and Old Yue will beat Kim Sung-hyun head on. Brother Ning will mess up God Xie, and Brother Cai will suppress Captain Yan... perfect!"
Lu Feng looked at him. "What about you?"
"Me?" Wei Xiao's eyes curved. "I'm going to tear Yuan Ze apart with my hands, beat up God Kim, cut God Xie down until he cries, and crush Captain Yan!"
Not bad; he might be small, but he had a big appetite.
His mouth spoke wild words, but his heart was still uncertain.
While sleeping, Wei Xiao would hug Lu Feng tight, unconsciously pouring out all the words in his heart--
"Want the world championship, want the captain... free..."
The last two words were like a knife made out of sugar. It stabbed right into the tip of Lu Feng's heart.
Win the world championship.
Hold up the golden dragon cup.
Only then would FTW really belong to them.